Shadow of the Beautiful World

Cumming, the nagging woman, told the Deadlock gang that there would be fierce fighting in the night.

But it wasn't until night fell that the Deadlock superheroes realized what she meant by intense.

They're flying over, shoot them down! Quick!

In the ruins of a brightly lit factory, a Roman with a sharp ax smashed the head of a horned demon with the axe, and the scorching blood from the demon splashed all over him.

The disgusting smell filled his nostrils, but before he had time to wipe it off, he raised his head and shouted to the guarding brother:

Stop fishing, hell! Work harder!

crash

Jumping lightning burst out from the high defense line, hitting the flying demons that broke through the fire net.

They howled and hit the ground, a bomb was thrown over, and in the low-level explosion, those low-level demons were blown to pieces.

On the outskirts of the factory, none of the Deadlock heroes was idle.

They fight with power, power or magic, and more than 50 people guard the east and north of the factory.

According to the agreement, they are trying their best to prevent the remaining demons who have passed through the firepower network from breaking out.

The omnics provided enough weapons, everything from rifles to anti-tank bazookas, and they were facing hellish demons, so they didn't have much psychological pressure.

The destructive power of heroes who let go of their hands to fight is astonishing.

Their strength, agility and perception are all far superior to ordinary people. They can more easily catch the traces of those demons flying or running in the dark, and then use bullets or sharp blades, or simply use their fists, to send them back to hell.

The intensity of the battle was quite high. Compared with the small fights in New York City, the battlefield under the dark night in front of us was obviously much more dangerous.

But compared to the big chasm leading to hell in the middle of the factory, the Deadlock gang is as gentle as an afternoon dinner party.

The Romans quickly climbed up to the high defense line, grabbed a large-caliber sniper rifle, turned on the night vision goggles, and sniped the demons who broke through in the air.

He took the time to look towards the big crack.

After the night fell, a dark red light began to shine under the nearly kilometer-long crack, as if a searchlight was turned on under the crack, like a curtain composed of a light curtain.

In the halo flashing from hell, thousands of demons screamed and crawled out of the crack that was drilled a few days ago every second.

The breath of hell emanating from their bodies was intertwined, causing the temperature in the crack to rise rapidly.

On both sides of the crack, the heavy firepower controlled by the omnics has been roaring since nightfall, and the screaming shells fell on both sides of the crack. While smashing the demons, they also collapsed all the crack valleys on both sides.

The corpses of hell creatures kept falling into the halo below, as if falling into a flowing magma.

On both sides of the crack, the robed omnic warriors of the Adeptus Mechanicum were also firing. They shot rays of light, knocking down the evil things that crawled out of the big pit.

Occasionally, a tyrannical high-level demon rushed out, and would be trapped by the armed omnics, and then be accurately sniped by the omnics equipped with special weapons.

Every few minutes, a group of drones would fly out from the omnic position, flying over the fissures where demons were overgrown like bombers, suppressing the desperate charge of those hell creatures with high-explosive bombs.

Those Geguang bombs flying in the darkness formed dozens of interlaced lines, forming the most exciting musical passion of the night.

Amidst the howling of demons and the bursting of flames, the battle taking place in this wilderness factory in front of you made the heroes of the deadlock gang watching as if they had stepped into a dream of war.

Living in a peaceful world, the most they can do is fight super criminals in the city. The chaos that swept across New York seven months ago was almost the biggest scene they had ever seen.

But right now...

This deadly battle between demons and machines represented that some truths under the world were finally exposed to them.

It is said that these demons were summoned half a month ago.

In other words, these robots have been here for almost 15 days.

Every night before their arrival, these mysterious and fanatical omnics were experiencing such intense battles... no, wars.

They are here to keep the demons from spreading.

The Mohegan girl next to the Roman stared blankly at the fissure in the distance. Her body was trembling. She said:

Without these robots, the demons rushing out from there would probably have taken over the entire Texas, turning it into a scorched earth, or even worse.

boom

The Roman lying on the defense line didn't say a word, he pulled the trigger, and a pointed holy silver bullet flew out from the muzzle of the gun, piercing the heart of a Screamer.

The uncle with a serious second-class illness pulled the bolt indifferently and ejected the cartridge case. He watched the fierce battle at the edge of the crack and said:

Yes, we should thank them. But for now, do your job first.

He grabbed the communicator and shouted to the brothers who were guarding elsewhere:

This is not New York anymore, guys, cheer up and be careful, I don't want to bring a few body bags with me when I go back.

The intensity of the battle became more intense as midnight approached.

The Romans who took time to rest saw those bipedal robot-like firepower platforms also joined the battlefield. The demons who rushed out of hell had broken through the omnic defenses on both sides of the ravine, and the omnics guarding there were almost wiped out. .

But those robots didn't have the slightest fear. Even at the last moment of the battle, they would shout fanatical slogans and detonate themselves to kill and injure their opponents.

For a while, under the oppression of the demons rushing out of the ground, the defense line of the omnics became precarious.

Should we help? Boss, those robots seem to be overwhelmed.

Someone beside the Roman had already stood up, but was stopped by the second middle school uncle.

He has been with Ash for several years, and he has learned to assess the situation.

Looking at the mill that had become disorganized, he said:

Wait a minute.

The robots can stay here for so long, there must be more than this in their hands.

On the other side, in the relatively intact office building in the factory area, Ms. Cumming in a hooded robe stood in front of the huge French windows.

The weird frames on her eyes are constantly changing the lenses, allowing her to have a panoramic view of the entire battlefield.

Gustav!

The cane in the mechanical priest's hand hit the floor, and amidst the light echo, a tall figure appeared in the shadows at the edge of the office.

It was a cyborg.

He also wears the iconic robes of the Mechanicus, and under the robes is a modified body.

Metal body, weaponized limbs, a red mask like a gas mask on the face, and black cylinders like telescopes on the eyes.

Under the mask is a huge breathing mask with a rather mechanical texture.

He still retains a human respiratory system, but two-thirds of his internal organs have been replaced with omninic prosthetics. Every breath he breathes will emit a low echo, and the huge figure undulates like a machine with flesh and blood. Miscellaneous beasts.

This guy's name is Gustav.

He was the former boss of this oil factory, a well-known billionaire in the Texas area. He was paralyzed by accident and lost the ability to move. He could only make a contract with the devil to try to restore himself to normal.

Driven by the devil, he made the metal drill, which broke through the boundary between the world and hell, and attracted the evil invasion of hell.

He committed a great crime.

Should have died.

However, what the devil promised, but didn't give him, the God of all opportunities gave him.

Not only can he run freely now, but he can even rush into the battlefield without fear of death, fighting for the glory and faith of the Guardian Mech God.

Go and redeem your sins!

Miss Cumming, who used to be Gustav's personal secretary, waved her hand, and Gustav, who was like a giant in the shadow, nodded.

He pushed the door open with heavy steps.

Amidst the heavy howling breathing, two omnic soldiers put on special armor for him.

The armor was stained with blood, and there were still horrible claw marks and residual flesh and blood.

Gustav stepped forward, a black mechanical warrior handed him a heavy sword full of sharp thorns like a logging saw, and another warrior presented a large-caliber pulse hand cannon.

kuang

The door of the office building was kicked open by the cyborg.

In the eyes replaced by high-strength information collectors, he can clearly see the ugly demons that are oppressing the defense line.

The scum that pollutes the world, the villains who enjoy violence.

That was his sin!

boom

Gustav, the mechanical defender, pulled the trigger, and the steel balls cast by holy silver sprayed out like a storm, roaring like a giant dragon, and cleared away the demon blocking the way with one shot.

The stinky flesh and blood smashed to pieces hit the ground like a torrential rain, playing the first chapter of the symphony of killing in the dark.

This cyborg with a height of over 2.5 meters was carrying a heavy chainsaw sword with amazing lethality. Amid the hum of the engine, the blade, like a logging saw, spun at high speed.

Amidst the scalp-numbing vibrations, sparks splashing, and the heroes of the Deadlock Gang staring in astonishment, this warrior in red armor and a heavy robe rushed into the sea of ​​demons.

With just a wave of the chainsword in his hand, the three demons were dismembered on the spot amidst blood and flesh splattering.

Behind him, black armed omnics also filed out of the office building.

They all wear robes and wield humming chainswords full of savagery and violence.

Just like an extremely fierce black tide, the moment it collided with the howling demons, it was like the sharpest table knife, separating these demons.

Hoo, hoo

Gustav slashed left and right, his deep breathing, combined with his ferocious body, made him look like an ancient beast armed with steel.

In blood and blood, his sins will be paid for.

Memories of the past surged into his mind during the killing, and the foolish arrogance and enjoyment of being a flesh and blood body made Gustav feel pain.

At that time, he didn't understand anything, just like thousands of ignorant people in the world, only caring about getting lost in the world of feasting and feasting.

but money...

Enjoy, so what?

That is just a pale life that is not worth nostalgia for.

Now, he has regained his faith. In the vibration of the engine in his body, the movement of the levers and the movement of the gears, a more divine power has enabled him to obtain the double salvation of body and mind.

Only faith is worth burning his life!

And the battlefield in front of him is him, the real savior of Earl Gustav who made a big mistake!

boom

While the mechanical power reverberated, the tyrannical demon was kicked to the ground by Gustav.

The terrifying chainsaw sword slashed down on the head, and the skull was chopped into pieces. In the hoarse roar of the chainsaw, blood rolled like a fountain.

A flame-like feeling surged in Gustav's heart, causing him to let out his first roar after the war.

The soul of the machine is unhappy!

boom

The sound of mechanical collision echoed, and a scorching fireball hit him, knocking Gustav back a few steps.

The sneak attacking demons rushed from all directions, trying to bury the mechanical butcher, but the next moment, a third arm made entirely of steel machinery lifted from behind Gustav.

Like a predatory boa constrictor, terrifying ion flames spewed out from the launch port of the arm, enveloping all the demons rushing towards Gustav.

Amidst the raging flames, the savage, non-human machine opened its arms, as if it wanted to embrace its god in this Shura battlefield.

In the name of the God of Myriad Opportunities!

Gustav raised the saw chain sword that had been filled with flesh and blood and could no longer function. He looked at the retreating demons who were killed in front of him, and he roared:

Weak flesh and blood!

Kill everything!

The roar was low and hoarse, like steel rubbing against each other.

Even more like Huang Zhong Dalu, spreading across the battlefield at this moment.

vomit

The young lady next to the Romans saw those fanatical omnics slaughtering demons.

Although she has no sympathy for demons, the scenes of omnics smashing demons' bodies with chainsaw swords still broke through her tolerance limit.

She covered her mouth and rushed to the side, those too exciting pictures echoed in her mind, it was like a nightmare.

They don't need us at all...

Holding a gun, the bloody Roman muttered to himself:

The low-level demons who rushed out of hell are not the opponents of these omnics at all. That half-mechanical monster can kill us all by itself!

On the other side, in the office building, Miss Cumming looked at the battlefield that had been regained control. Under the hood, she also had a strange smile on her face.

They should have seen...

Weak heroes, have you ever been shocked by the mighty power of machinery?

Praise and praise the glory of the God of Myriad Chances.

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At dawn, the fierce battle was suspended, and the restless demons were repressed back into the Great Rift Valley.

Except for the smell of blood and burning that lingered throughout the factory, and the corpses scattered all over the ground, everything was quiet again.

Low-level omnics were dispatched to recover the remains of the dead omnic warriors, and some magic materials from the demons would also be harvested by full-time containment omnics.

Several heroes of the Deadlock Gang were also secretly collecting some materials, but the omnics pretended not to see them.

The two groups of forces get along very well, at least on the surface.

At the resting point of the Deadlock Gang, the Roman looked solemnly at the replay of last night's battle. Now he can't figure out the purpose of this group of mysterious omnics, who hired them here at a high price.

Judging from last night's situation, these omnics don't need help at all...

Boss! Boss!

A hero rushed into the tent of the Romans, and he said to the elder:

We found a...an angel in the wilderness!

Wounded Angel!

He said that he wants to see the person in charge here, and he has something important to convey.