The correspondent laughed bitterly a few times, and after a while, a few bursts of laughter actually came back from the Xinxin Network, and many people were amused by him.

The environment of the Desperate Outpost is difficult, but very relaxing. Many team members came here with this idea in mind. Fortunately, the leisurely time did not wear away everyone's will. Until most of the outpost was covered with flesh and blood, the staff still remained

Staying at your post.

In the darkness, a bright light stung the correspondent's eyes. He saw a tsunami-like flame brewing in the body of the monster. The flesh and blood cracked to create a channel of flesh and blood, and the flames were moving in it.

He murmured, "No way..."

The next moment, the roaring foehn wind was ready to explode. As the body moved, the foehn wind was like a flaming sword splitting the heaven and earth. It slowly moved towards the outpost, burning and melting the rocky cliffs it touched along the way.

"Take cover!"

The correspondent yelled, warning everyone, but he had no time to hide.

The hot breath that could make people evaporate hit his face. He stood there sluggishly, his legs seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

The correspondent witnessed the foehn wind engulfing the buildings one after another, and watched the twisted figures turn into ashes in the light. He would also become one of the ashes, but his heart was unexpectedly calm, without the slightest fear, as if he was numb.

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A large shield fell from the sky and hit the correspondent in front of him, parting Foehn Feng like a solid reef. The blazing flames burned towards his body, but was immediately isolated by a dense ether barrier.

The foehn wind gradually subsided, and the correspondent stood there blankly. After a few seconds, he looked up belatedly and saw a strong figure jumping in series on the cliff, landing heavily next to him, and then

He picked up the huge red-hot shield.

"Ah...ah!"

After experiencing repeated shocks, the correspondent thought that his mentality was strong enough, but after seeing the true appearance of the visitor, his psychological defense seemed to have been defeated by the last straw, and he groaned uncontrollably.

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Hart combed his thick hair, glanced at the correspondent, strode forward, and smashed a series of flesh and blood with his big shield.

Before the correspondent could react, a series of harsh metallic sounds sounded. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the large lifting platform responsible for transporting supplies was stalling and falling along the track, causing eye-catching sparks along the way.

A roaring impact sounded, causing the ground to tremble a few times. The partition fell straight down, revealing a group of gray figures.

Etheric reactions rose up on them one after another, and then connected together, as if they had become a whole. The correspondent was impressed by this phenomenon. This is the specialty of the origin school condensers.

The ether impact shook away the thick flesh and blood, and the milky white translucent barrier descended, protecting one employee after another in time. They skillfully took over the work of the members of the fourth group, suppressed the spreading flesh and blood, and continued to fire.

With.

A man with a sword in his belt, who looked like a commander, strode forward and said to the dumbfounded communications officer.

"I am the leader of the sixth team, Yas. I need you to report to me the current situation on the battlefield."

For a moment, the correspondent seemed to have found a backbone, and tears filled his eyes.

As the sixth group joined the battlefield, the precarious situation at the outpost was alleviated, or even reversed. The Origin Schools were very good at group combat, like a giant wall advancing silently, driving those horrific flesh and blood off the high platform one after another.

"Are you sure this is where newcomers should come?"

During the fierce battle, the face of the new member of the sixth group, Qi Ke, was full of panic and uneasiness. She had participated in the operation against the Night Clan in the past few days, which was considered extremely dangerous, until they received an emergency order.

Arrive at the Abandoned Land.

A few minutes ago, Qi Ke had no idea that there was such a ghost place in Oath City Opos, let alone the mountain-like monster not far away.

She felt her hands and feet were numb and her limbs were cold.

"Relax, newcomer," Kemp patted her shoulder, "Talents will grow quickly in times of crisis."

"This is a bit too dangerous!"

Qi Ke complained uncontrollably. This time she really had the idea of ​​resigning. At this time, she looked at the others. Everyone was dealing with the twisted flesh and blood with expressionless faces. It was hard to imagine whether they were professional, rational, or had already lost their job.

Numb.

"Why are you all so calm? Do you know these ghosts?"

Hart, who was not far away, shook his head. While applying an ether barrier for others, he said, "I don't know, I don't know at all."

Hart continued, "But... maybe I'm used to it. After all, in a long career, it's inevitable to encounter some strange things."

The others nodded in approval, and then in a round of charge, they helped the fourth group seize another high platform.

…

Turning his attention from the heart network to his eyes, Evan looked at the vast sea of ​​​​fire. After a long period of burning, these zombies seemed to have evolved corresponding methods, and their bodies were covered with a layer of solid and fire-resistant material.

The bone layer, like the tide of death, attacks one after another.

If it were just these zombies, it wouldn't be much pressure on the defense line. But in addition to them, the terrifying Night Clan is also sneaking in secretly. They have released a large number of bloodthirsty people.

Corpses are more of a threat.

The enemy's huge numbers put great pressure on the defense line. The high-level night clans were watching everyone, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Evan tried hard not to think about the outpost. Looking forward and backward would only lead to the collapse of the two defense lines.

In the raging sea of ​​​​fire, hoarse roars sounded again, and a new wave of zombies broke out. Their bodies were twisted and deformed, and their bodies were covered with solid bone layers, like excessively proliferated horny, with ridges bulging out on the body surface.

horn.

The intertwining of flames and darkness reflects the twisted figures of the zombies. Behind them are the bloodthirsty ones armed with broken metal. These despicable products of the Night Clan are filled with manic potions. With the blood of the Night Clan, the flames cannot be suppressed.

cause damage to them.

As for the daylight, the diffuse ashes and dust had already blocked the light, and in the darkness there was only the death struggle between the Bureau of Order and the monsters.

Evan slowly drew out his sword. He did not think that his team members could withstand this charge. These monsters would break up his line, and a bloody melee would follow.

Those high-level night tribes who are hiding will also take action at this time. They will definitely find a way to kill them first. As long as they can hold them back, everything will still turn around.

"Pity……"

Evan looked at the silver ring on his fingertips. Evan had worn it for many years. Even if it had no special meaning, it had become special now.

The silver ring rubbed hard against the sword's edge. Evan hoped that there would be some silver shavings left on the sword's edge, and it would be best if he stabbed it into the heart of a high-level Night Tribe again.

The spitting tongues of fire were extinguished one after another. Some of them ran out of fuel, and some were approached by the enemy. The defense line in front was in a mess. Just as Evan imagined, after rounds of attacks, the defense line was still defeated.

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Ghostly figures passed through the crowd one by one, silently. They had pairs of breathtaking ruby-like eyes. Evan wanted to dig out these eyes and hang them as trophies in his bedroom.

“It’s been a bit peaceful for a long time.”

Evan moved his shoulders, and the glow of the alchemical matrix lit up on his body. He was ready for a desperate battle.

Step, roar, charge.

The high-pitched ether surrounded and surged around the body. Evan's eyes were like a torch, and he swung his sword towards the enemy group. The high-level night tribes also released their own power. The two ethers collided together, and a series of fierce arcs broke out.

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When the fierce fight to the death was about to break out, a powerful ripple came in mid-air, abruptly interrupting the fight between the two sides. Evan and the high-level night tribe couldn't help but stop, and then they saw the space begin to

Twisted, broken cracks appeared out of thin air until it was completely shattered like a mirror.

Winding path breakthrough.

Without any warning, a group of heavily armed field personnel passed through the observation tower, forcibly opened up the chaotic ether flow on the battlefield, and made a long-distance winding breakthrough.

From the epaulettes of those people, Evan recognized the reinforcements.

Group nine, atheists.

After his senses returned to normal from the distortion, Carnegie, the leader of the ninth group, glanced at all the enemies with an indifferent gaze and ordered.

"Executed on the spot."

…

After many days, Nathaniel arrived at this mysterious place again, with countless voices whispering in the shadows.

"The sixth group has arrived on the battlefield."

"The ninth group has arrived on the battlefield."

"Region lockdown completed."

"Start the next prediction."

"Operation begins."

Nethaniel has become accustomed to these sounds. Wherever he looks, there are blurry outlines on the edge of shadow and light. They wear masks of different styles. They don't notice Nethaniel's arrival at all. They just focus on

Exchanging information with other people.

Among this dense crowd, a familiar figure sat, a gorgeous bronze mask covering her face.

Maria of iron trees and steel branches.

The countless whispering figures were like her think tank. After many analyzes and speculations, they informed Maria of the integrated information, and Maria made the final decision, just like the mastermind.

The air became a little stuffy, and Nathaniel walked to Maria and slowly knelt down on one knee.

Nathaniel lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, countless figures disappeared.

In the shadow of the highest, only a huge creation made of machinery and flesh and blood is left, standing like a grotesque statue. At this time, it has unfolded most of its body, with countless masks hanging on the flesh and blood, accompanied by a faint light.
Chapter completed!