Doomsday Hunter

The north wind blew into the city from a breach in the city wall.

The surrounding area of ​​Storm City has been coated with black mucus that is difficult to cover with ice and snow, creating a snow-free land on this cold land.

Standing on the edge of the city wall, watching the engineering team rush to repair here, the chief understands that this war will be very difficult.

Of course, there are less difficult ways. For example, going south, using space for time, shortening the logistics line, and reducing the pressure of support.

"But since I vowed not to retire, I will not retire." The head of the regiment once again emphasized his determination.

Of course he wasn't just mad. Storm City itself also has great strategic value. In the future, after humans have the ability to counterattack the snowfields, this place will be a very good bridgehead.

"Will mankind really have a day to counter-attack the snowfields?" Gressel was pessimistic.

Jupiter: "There will be."

The significance of the establishment of Storm City lies in this, and the entire polar bear army is united with this belief. Once retreated, it is likely to fall into a disintegrating end.

So for the head of the regiment, if you don't want to retire, you can't retire.

Gressel sighed.

The big deal is to accompany Jupiter to die in this storm city. He built the city from nothing and destroyed it with the city, which may be his destiny.

There are actually a few people who are as pessimistic as the Lord of the City, but there are many who think that they should step back like Cao Andong.

But Jupiter is the manager and his orders are bigger than anything else.

At this moment, there are 300,000 people in the area of ​​Storm City, no matter the host or the guest, they all have to obey his command.

For any era, 300,000 troops in a single campaign is a lot of money.

This is equivalent to using a continent as a battlefield.

In the underworld, Li Le faced more than 300,000 bones.

Even the blade made of gray fog was blunted.

Even the holy flame that could burn forever began to flicker.

Lin Yinxiaoyu was already exhausted and out of breath, but Sun Ling, who had been driving the gods, was still holding on.

Only one fifth of the Soul Pool was swallowed.

Compared with the indicators that Yang Qixin needs, it is still worse, but it is also time to start preparing to retreat.

The rest of the soul can be found elsewhere, bandits, death row prisoners, war criminals, etc. are enough. Wouldn't the Salvation Army be able to count the bad guys from all over the world?

So Li Le began to prepare to evacuate.

The death of all things does not want him to evacuate.

He wanted to kill Li Le here and use this person's soul to fill the loss of the Soul Pool. Then turn the corpses of these guys into undead.

The bone priest seems to have encountered a difficult opponent in the world, and has been unable to maintain the phantom avatar in the underworld.

So what they have to face is the death of all things and a large number of undead troops.

Well, just.

Li Le raised his head and looked at the behemoth that had been slashed by Xisa, saying that he would come back one day to kill this thing.

The premise is that he can get out first.

Outside, the old crow and several other dying people were still struggling to support the river Styx.

I don't know what these guys are waiting for.

However, it is their style not to cry without seeing the coffin. People are all going to die, and faith can give people peace before death. Whether the world after death is real or not, it has a very important meaning.

If there is no afterlife, you will find that your life has no meaning at all, and the only doomed future is death.

That's what belief does, giving meaning and constraining people's behavior. You disbelievers will eventually lead to your own destruction!

"We don't need belief, at least not in artificial gods."

It seemed that he could see what the bone priest wanted to say, and the emptiness in the eyes of the old crow on the sickbed became deeper and deeper: "Humans don't need to accept death peacefully, they just need to work hard to live!"

A hand appeared beside the Bone Priest out of thin air and grabbed his shoulder.

This is the hand of the old crow.

His body parts have been scattered, surrounding the bone priest from multiple angles.

Looking at this guy who broke himself into pieces, the bone priest's tone was a little surprised: "You can actually do this?"

A gust of wind blows, kicking up the dust.

The old crow's vocal cords and mouth said in the air, "Yes, I can."

A hoarse cry followed the words to the priest. cause a vibration. The hearts were beating as if their lives were connected.

"Hold me for a while at most." The priest said, "It doesn't make sense."

"It will make sense." The old crow's voice came along with the sonic attack. The deformed Inhuman with several bone spurs inserted next to it rushed up and hugged the thigh of the white bone priest.

A hand holding a blood-red gun stretched out from the river Styx not far away.

Li Le aimed at the priest of the bones, and said hello while firing.

The old crow let out an unpleasant laugh.

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North, under the wall of ice and snow.

Regardless of the recovery of the abyss in Eastern Europe or the battle of Storm City, it will take a while to affect the situation here.

This winter, Admiral Doss's troops have changed from 500,000 to 1.5 million, and they are distributed on fronts that span several continents. The difficulty of command has doubled.

Even with the help of the most elite staff and supercomputers, the general feels more and more powerless.

Would it be better to call Zhang Mingyu (Qing) here?

Although Qing, who is known as the strongest commander of the Salvation Army, is not usually convinced, the first thing that Admiral Doss thinks of at this moment is this colleague.

Then he dismissed the idea, because in terms of command ability, that guy was on a par with himself, and he must be more familiar with the environment of Xueyuan. Being able to become the first person in the military... Qing mainly depends on his outstanding combat power.

"Marshal, the Fourth and Second Divisions of the Eastern Front have started the expansion project of building the Ice and Snow Wall on the snowfield."

"Marshal, the defense line in charge of the 73rd Division was raided and suffered heavy losses."

"Marshal, the corpse of the ninth-level **** appeared in Area 833, which is in charge of the May 1st Division, and is applying for support."

"Marshal, this is today's statistics table. A batch of grain and fuel has been intercepted, and an airdrop needs to be applied for."

"Marshal, the 4th Air Force Brigade has returned, the engine needs to be repaired, and it will not be able to lift off within three days."

A lot of news came through the commanders at all levels and was placed in front of Doss. It is still dazzling under the combing of the staff and supercomputers.

Ordinary people see these avalanches of information, and most of them will collapse directly and have no way to start.

But Admiral Doss just rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and began to dispatch troops to adjust the strength of the more than 100 divisions on the front.

There are also air forces and powerhouses above level 7. These are rare mobile powers that need to be used on the blade.

As the commander-in-chief of the North Wind Army and the commander-in-chief of the Wall of Ice and Snow, these are the responsibilities he must bear.

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