The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1838 Heaven's Punishment VS The Twelve Disciples!

The fourth, fifth, and sixth legions, excluding the previous battle damage, have a total number of more than 70, twice as many as Old Demon.

Coupled with the absolute superiority in firepower, Old Demon was dealt a severe blow head-on, leaving behind a lot of corpses.

But Old Demon was indeed brave, with a fearless and wild attitude, not afraid of personal life and death, and rushed forward one after another against the barrage of bullets from the Human Race coalition forces.

Under Old Demon's desperate charge, the fire defense lines of the Holy Alliance were broken through one after another, and all soldiers were forced into close combat.

Losing the distance advantage of long-range strikes with hot weapons, the absolute superiority of the Old Demons in terms of personal strength against the human race began to emerge. Even if all the soldiers worked together and fought bravely, they still couldn't restrain the blowout explosion of casualties.

"Mark, leave me alone, kill these bastards!!!"

A British soldier teamed up with two comrades in arms and grabbed an Old Demon. After being knocked to the ground with a palm, he desperately hugged one of the Old Demon's feet and roared at the battlefield.

The same was true for the other two soldiers, their bullets had been exhausted, they threw away their guns, rushed towards Old Demon desperately, hugged Old Demon's body, and desperately tried their best to delay Old Demon's progress.

In the rear heavy weapon position, the first class soldier named Mark's face trembled, his face was ferocious, he was holding Gatling in his hand tightly, his eyes fluctuated violently, and he was full of struggles.

"Fuck! What are you still doing?! Shoot!!! Kill this bastard!!!"

The British soldier with multiple broken bones lay on the ground, screaming and cursing, his hands still desperately hugging Old Demon's leg, refusing to relax at all.

"Go to hell!!!"

The magic power of the earth is infinite, even if he was entangled by three people, he still broke free in the end. With a shake of his arms, he shook off the two soldiers on his body, and then lifted his left foot that was not being hugged vigorously towards Step on that British soldier on the ground!
"Crack!"

A shocking crisp sound suddenly sounded.

The British soldier on the ground twitched, and his spine instantly cracked.

Even if he can survive this battle in the end, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand up again for the rest of his life.

What's more, he never planned to leave this battlefield alive.

After witnessing the departure of so many comrades-in-arms Pao Ze, now it was his turn.

Those who haven't experienced the pain of the spine being crushed abruptly may never understand it. The British soldier's facial features began to twist, but his hands still did not relax.

"Shoot!!! I can't hold it anymore!!!"

He roared with all his strength, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his body.

At the same time, the two soldiers who were thrown away rushed over again, one hugging their waists and the other hugging their legs.

"Shoot, leave us alone!!!"

"Da da da da da..."

Finally, rapid and intense gunshots sounded like a storm.

First Class Mark held Gatling in his hand and began to shoot wildly, with a ferocious face and red eyes, but at the same time, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"what!!!"

The bullet that could penetrate the Humvee not only shot through Old Demon, but also the three soldiers who held him back, also became buried victims.

This is the defect of this type of heavy weapon. Once fired, it is basically an indiscriminate strike, and it is impossible to accurately and effectively destroy the enemy.

Wherever the bullet passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Four thousand rounds of ammunition were completely fired in just one minute.

The gun barrel was hot.

The huge recoil caused Mark's right arm to become paralyzed, but he didn't seem to realize it. Looking at the small battlefield he was responsible for guarding in front of him, it was devastated, and there was no living thing that could keep standing.

Not only Old Demon, but also his comrades in arms.

The iron-blooded man who had been in the army for more than ten years let go of Gatling in his hands, buried his head deeply, covered his face with his hands, his body trembled, and began to sob uncontrollably.

This is war.

Cruel and cold-blooded.

There is no mercy at all.

Being in it, you not only have to do your best to kill the enemy, but sometimes you even have to learn to pull the trigger on your comrades.

But in many cases, people are unable to make such seemingly correct choices, so even with a strong defense line of heavy weapons, the old demons are still constantly penetrating into the positions of the Holy Alliance.

"It's over, human."

A figure suddenly descended on the battlefield, like a shell, hitting the brave Koesler.

"boom!"

Even though Keesler reacted in time and raised his arms to try to block, the surging impact still made him throw it irresistibly.

At the landing point, a group of old demons looked fiercely, looking forward to it, waiting for this human being who made them suffer so much to fall into the trap.

But their ideas were not realized. On the trajectory of Koesler's drop, a person seemed to appear out of thin air, supported him, and landed smoothly.

Holy Maiden, Cynthia!

"Are you okay?"

she asked softly.

Kessler shook his head, his breathing was a little short, and he was obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.

After a brief gasp, he slowly exhaled foul air, and then took a step forward.

Cynthia held out a hand in front of him.

"You are not his opponent, I will fight him."

When the war broke out, she stood by and watched, not making a move, just waiting for the strong man among the old demons to show up.

As for the old demon who picked on Kessler, from the moment he made a move, Cynthia knew that this was definitely not a person in the realm of the emperor.

Koestler stopped, not blindly showing off his bravery.

He turned to look at Cynthia.

"Be careful."

Cynthia nodded silently.

Kussler immediately stopped staying and rushed to other battlefields.

"I didn't expect that among the human race, there would be such a powerful woman."

Hu Bilie, who finally went out in person, did not stop Kossler from leaving, but focused his eyes on the saint Cynthia.

"If you are willing to surrender, I would like to recommend to the Chaos King and save your life."

He seems to have a heart for talent.

The Twelve Disciples are indeed significantly different from ordinary Earth Demons. It can be seen from Hu Bilie that they are not so rude and savage, and they are closer to the human race on the ground in terms of words and deeds.

Looking at each other from a distance of nearly half a mile, among thousands of troops, the extremely honored woman in the human world smiled slightly, and the delicate red lotus between her eyebrows was shining brightly under the sunlight!

"Those who are good at fighting will surely end in a good life. If you can turn your back on your mistakes, I can advise our supreme leader and give you a chance to reform."

Hublai smiled lightly, he was not tall, but standing in the midst of the chaotic army, he had a sense of being solid and unshakable.

"Since this is the case, then you have seen the real chapter in your hands. Under the Throne of Chaos, disciple Hu Bilie, please enlighten me."

The flames in the saint's eyes began to float, and the red lotus between her brows shone!

"God's punishment, Cynthia."

(End of this chapter)