The red demon king stood in the canyon like a mountain. Although the huge figure was hidden in the black smoke, it gave people a feeling of shock and fear.

In the dim clouds, lightning struck down from time to time, landing on the curved horns above his head. Only at this time, with the dazzling light of the moment of lightning, could Satan's hidden true appearance be revealed briefly.

The red skin wrapped around his body, and his face was as ferocious as a skeleton wrapped in skin, covered with snake-like beards. Two huge horns meandered up from the top of his head, pointing ruggedly towards the sky like two dead trees that had been ten thousand years old.

Just looking at the head, Satan's honor is already awesome. Just like the images of the devil in mythology, his appearance is definitely the most orthodox. Such honor, coupled with his huge body with full muscles and skeletons, as well as the devil's iconic bat wings, ram hooves, and venomous snake tail. As long as you get used to seeing and accepting these settings, you will feel that this is not that terrifying, but full of...evil beauty.

Chaos, evil, violence, blood, these twisted thoughts may be fearful and disgusting in normal circumstances, but in Satan, these twisted things seem to have achieved a kind of harmony and harmony, which makes his entire existence detached and sublimated in temperament.

It is not necessary for him to express his life, nor does it require him to show his power. Just standing there quietly can make people realize his existence immediately, realize that he is the evil of all evil, the demon of all demons, and the supreme king in hell - Satan.

After thousands of years, Satan once again stepped into the land of the human world. This feeling was really a long time for him. The air on this earth, the water and soil on this earth all made him feel a sense of joy from the heart after a long breath.

It was just a little worse, and it was still a little worse. For this long-lost reunion, Satan naturally hoped to be more perfect. So he immediately stretched out his hand to the dark clouds above his head, and then grabbed it hard.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the dark clouds in the sky were stirred up like invisible power, rushing wildly. A big hole seemed to be torn open in the sky, and the golden sunlight fell from the gaps of the clouds like transparent glass. Standing in such a dazzling golden light, a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on Satan's face.

"The sunshine on earth is really something that makes people miss. After all, I have not seen such a beautiful sun in almost two thousand years."

Christianity originated in the first century AD, and it was probably the time when Jehovah began to pave the way for his son. Satan's rebellion was around this time, so he said that there was no problem with not seeing the light of day for more than two thousand years.

Of course, even if there was any problem, no one dared to make a decision on him at this time. Because at this time, there were only two groups of people in the Death Canyon. One group was his subordinates, the fallen angels, and the evil spirit knights who were controlled by him. The other group was soldiers who were almost killed by the angels.

At such a critical moment of life and death, of course, they cannot have the leisure to correct a monologue that they don’t understand at all. If you have the skill to do this, then it’s better to think about how to save your life at this time.

Survival is the most important thing for these soldiers at the moment. As for the current situation, it is actually difficult for them to find a way out of the pursuit and blockade of these fallen angels.

The angels' methods were sharp and far beyond their imagination. With a slight charge, these angels could directly break through their defenses before the tank team could react and kill them. And as mortals, of course, they could not be the opponents of these elites in hell. So in an instant, they had suffered heavy losses.

Although the entire battle has only been a short period of time since the beginning of the battle, in fact, this army has reached the verge of collapse. There are very few soldiers who can survive to this day. Even with their high memory and good luck for a while, they can survive to this day. However, whether they can survive like this, or even to the end, is something that no one is optimistic about.

They themselves do not believe that they can live to the end, but because of human nature and the instinct of survival, they still insist on praying for miracle life.

"Blow off the bastards on the right, and don't let them block our way out. Machine gunners, strengthen firepower, don't let those birdmen break through our defense!"

Among the few soldiers who survived by chance, the highest rank was a sergeant. With the rules in the army, he has now become the only one among their group of defeated soldiers who can give orders.

This kind of thing in the past meant power, but now it can only represent a heavy responsibility. Not everyone can bear this responsibility. For him, since he shouldered this responsibility and became the person among the brothers, he had the obligation to do his best to take them out of such a ghost place alive.

This is not easy, but he is willing to fight everything and gamble on this. Because he wants to live, want to return to his home alive, and want to take a look at his wife and children again. As a husband and a father, this is his greatest wish. This wish has now turned into a pillar in his heart, making him a strong being almost impossible to defeat.

This is the key to his ability to calmly give orders at this time, and it is precisely because of his hard work and persistence that those who were already almost desperate began to regain their confidence.

Only a dozen tanks remained in parallel in arrays, and the captains of each vehicle were working hard to achieve everything required in the commander's order with their own experience. The muzzles were moved and mobilized back and forth, just because the angels who were flying high always made them unable to achieve the most accurate strike.

It is too difficult to hit these high-mobility targets when they cannot lock in the target. They are not first-class gunners, but fortunately, they rely on those first-class gunners to survive until now. So before long, they heard a sudden deafening roar from three or four tanks.

The 14ommm tail wing stabilized shell-out armor-piercing bombs, three companies. The skilled gunners completed a cooperation in the shortest time. With their own abilities and the remaining equipment, they completed a lightning attack on the angels who blocked their way.

The shells that had exceeded five times sound instantly came out of the air, making a shrill sound, and then the goddess fell near the angels like flowers. Faced with such an attack, even the fallen angels of the Dark Angels Legion had to dodge their best efforts.

Perhaps at the beginning of the war, they would still have the courage to use their magic and body to resist the shelling of these tanks, but as the first batch of angels who did this were directly smashed into pieces by the powerful armor-piercing bombs, no one who was blindly afraid to do such a stupid thing again.

Their advantage is flexibility, and they have indeed taken the advantage of flexibility to the extreme. Relying on their wings, they completely judged the flight trajectory of the shells when the tank was fired, thus avoiding this fatal attack for them.

However, if you can dodge the first day of the lunar month, you can't dodge the fifteenth day. Can you avoid such an attack by judging the trajectory of the shell? Can't others give you a shot by predicting where you are hiding?

The gunners who had been shooting artillery all year round smiled in their hearts, and then, with joy, looked at the angels who were killed into scum, and smiled with great revenge.

Just now, many old comrades they had known for many years died tragically under the hands of these angels. Maybe after a while, they would follow in this footsteps.

No one would want to die like a fish on a chopping board, humble and helpless. So if they really can't escape death, they would rather be like a mad dog who is about to die, and they would bite these guys hard.

This is revenge and one of the few things they can do as humans. Of course, if they can live, then no matter who they are, they will not want to die.

So the sound of cannons was still roaring continuously, and amid these roars, these huge tonnage tanks were like crazy rhinos, supporting the surging power, and quickly headed towards their origin.

They really worked hard, and with their efforts like this, a way of life has gradually revealed the light of dawn to them.

Have you ever felt the feeling of staggering forward in the endless darkness, stumbled all the way, and finally saw a trace of light? This feeling is similar to the mood of these soldiers at the moment. Seeing that the road to life had appeared, many of them could not help but cry with joy.

However, the more this happens, the more nervous the Chief, as the leader, became. Because he had seen too many people with hope, but fell into a guy who was only a short distance from the dawn. So the more he was at this time, the more he was afraid that this situation would happen.

For him, what he was most worried about now was not the angels. Because the facts have proved that as long as they maintain the current array, even those angels could not destroy them without paying any price. And judging from their stance of wandering around and cherishing their feathers, they should not do such lifeless actions casually.

Angels don’t need to worry, then the huge devil that suddenly appears is a problem he must worry about.

Although the guy has been bathed in the sun like a sculpture since he appeared, and it seems that there is no harm at all. But the Chief Master did not believe that such a huge existence was suddenly summoned to just place it there to make a sculpture.

It will inevitably have activities, and what they can do now is to escape from its nose before this giant activity. As for giving him a fatal blow to him and letting him die before he succeeds, the Chief of the Sir can only say that whoever you loves to come, they can't do such things anyway.

He is not the politicians in the White House, and he dares to say a bunch of unrealistic verbal words when he speaks. As a fighter who has been fighting on the front line for many years, one problem he knows is that with his own small tanks, it is simply a daydream.

This is just like he has always despised the dragon slaying stories in those. He took a sword and went to fight a 100-meter-long dragon, and even won the one-on-one challenge. Who are you coaxing?

What is the concept of being a hundred meters long? Even the scales on its chest may be more than half a meter thick. In addition, muscles, fat layers and bones, you may not even be able to poke a minor injury without a big sword that is five or six meters long. If you want a knight to take a big sword of five or six meters to cause trouble, are you sure this knight is not called Gundam?

By the same token, facing the devil as tall as a mountain, the maximum damage their tanks can cause is probably the same as that of a mosquito bite him. Others may not be a problem, but they must be dead. I have never heard of a normal-minded person in this world who would open the net to the mosquito that sucked his blood and let it go. So he was sure that as long as he dared to do something provocative, he would immediately slapped his hand and slapped them into a pile of mud, slapped them with the people and the tanks.

This is a self-destructive way, and only idiots do this. He also wants to go home and reunite with his wife and children, but he has no intention of ruining his life here. If someone intends to let him do this, then he really doesn't mind stuffing him into the cannon tube and let him experience with himself what it feels like to charge forward.

In short, the most important thing for them now is to live first. So he immediately ordered his subordinates.

"Go ahead. Don't take into account the ammunition reserves. All gunners fire freely. Don't give those birds a chance to get closer. Also, remember those who want to survive, don't provoke that big man!"

The survivors in the tank should be, and they also know that it is not a wise move to provoke the existence that cannot be provoked at such a deadly time.

They tried their best to remain calm, and advanced to the periphery of the canyon at 40 kilometers under the powerful power of 15oo horsepower. As they were about to escape from the influence of the magnetic field of the canyon, they could signal to the military behind them. Satan, who had been basking in the sun, slowly lowered his head and turned his eyes to them.

He said nothing, but smiled and snapped his fingers. And just after the Chief of the Sir and the soldiers saw his movement, the gloomy darkness swarmed out from all corners and swallowed them like a tide.

All the tanks became dead silent, and it was not until a moment later that such a sound came from the communication channel.

"The base calls the first team, the first team, please answer if you hear it. Repeat, please answer if you hear it..."

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