Tyra, your ancestors are back!

"We will become God's apostles - by then, no matter everyone here, or the compatriots above who are collecting blood and skulls for our Lord, we will be sublimated!"

The man in the center seems to be the host of the ceremony. He still did not forget to teach or "brainwash" the surrounding believers in the last few minutes before the start of this bloody and profane ceremony— —

In a sense, this is a lucky man. He found some black steles and their usage methods in the ancient ruins-although a large part of these creations have been reduced to incomplete fragments, the number is too large. Enough to make up for this shortcoming...

And among the black steles that once stood everywhere, he found the most important thing in that expedition—a "shard", a "god" who was imprisoned and represented disputes...

And now this "great existence" is quietly floating in the center of the blood pool, waiting for the blood pool to be full, and he will give this man the power he dreams of——

As the surrounding believers cut their wrists with fanatical expressions, and poured the last ray of blood into the pool to make up for it...a ritual that would definitely have the door of the Tribunal smashed open began.

Chapter 338 I really wrote it, you don't believe it.jpg

Chernoborg city

The battle line of the liquidation troops was advancing steadily, and as the defense line advanced—more and more victims began to appear on the road, which caused a certain depressive atmosphere in the entire team, which was almost one-sided at first. The ease of point killing these monsters no longer exists.

The number of victims was not many, but they were all familiar figures - cleaners who needed to get up early to clean up the streets, early morning vendors who were about to open for business, and members of the night patrol who died before they could hand over their posts.

"I know him, Uncle Ig, the cleaner on Seventh Avenue, he is married to Aunt Sara, who is laying the shop early next door..."

There was a murmur of a soldier in the line, a shooter who often patrols the squad here.

"I like the meat buns made by Aunt Sara. It is said that she learned the craft from Yan Kingdom when she was young..."

The objects he was muttering were two Ursas who had fallen by the roadside, had lost their vitality, and their bodies were even mutilated.

"Ethan, I remember if my aunt had a child, she had one with her?"

"....No, we have to go take a look, Serev——"

The shooter who was reminded by his comrades at the side suddenly recalled that the husband and wife who died in front of him seemed to be okay and a child who was underage... and rushed out with a brisk walk.

...

"Paganism, those behind the scenes will pay the price, right?"

As the commander of the team, Bozhuo Kasti did not reprimand or stop the two soldiers who violated military discipline and left the team without authorization, and the shield guards who had experienced many battles did not either—

The Patriot just turned his gaze to Bibian, who also looked at the street silently...

"They will, Captain, they will—all grudges will be settled..."

The suppressed emotions still hang over the team, like a hot arsenal, waiting for the tiny spark to detonate it.

...

"Ethan, be careful!"

The two people who were looking for survivors in the distance also shouted anxiously, attracting the attention of Bozhuo Kasti and Bibian...

The two fighters were lucky, or perhaps it should be said that the child was lucky—she was pushed into the room by her parents and locked the door at the moment of embarrassment...

But she is unfortunate in a certain sense, because her dead mother is getting up from the ground in an anti-common sense posture at this moment, just like those deformed life forms, preparing to nibble at the flesh and blood of the living.

Excitedly hugging the surviving child, Ethan didn't notice the aunt behind him who had gotten up again and had become extremely strange, but noticed the warning voice of the mutant companion who seemed to be doing whatever he wanted...

"Kazi—"

A tiny flash of lightning struck down the "resurrected" Ms. Sarah again, and of course completely detonated the long-standing depression of this army...

"paganism..."

Seeing the two warriors rescued by the woman beside him, Bodrokasti spoke again——

"I'm here, Captain?"

"I heard you say it's a virus... right?"

"This is just Dr. Farwarin's conjecture—but judging from what happened to that unfortunate lady, the doctor's conjecture should be correct."

Bibian frowned and looked at the woman who fell down again not far away.

"I will personally remove the head of the creator of this virus..."

Behind the seemingly steady tone of the tall Wendigo is boundless anger—in the eyes of ordinary people who do not understand the Sarkaz culture, the Sarkaz people, who have the vice of eating corpses, may be the group that respects the dead the least , but in fact, for many ethnic groups in Sarkaz who have the custom of cannibalism, this is a kind of strange respect and recognition.

This is also a group that hates disturbing the dead... and the scene in front of them has crossed the bottom line of Bodrokas for this legendary Sarkaz.

"The dead should sleep forever—in blood, or in dust."

Bibian, who had heard about the Sarkaz culture, nodded—she understood why Bodrocasti was so angry.

"They shouldn't be bothered..."

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Compared with the repressed and angry Ursus people on the street—the Chernobog unloading yard is another scene...

Hmm... some happy scenes——

There are "fire dragons" jumping out from different corners everywhere, with the sharp screams of some abnormal creatures before they die... From the outside, it seems that someone is setting off fireworks in the loading dock, and there is something in the air. Burnt smell.

A sliding shovel passed under a hound, and the AK12, who shot the latter with a plasma shotgun in his hand, looked at his companion——

AN94 grabbed the head of a zombie dog and slapped it into the container beside it; AK15 was dismantling a swamp crab with bare hands, breaking off the thick crab legs and claws and dismantling it into a "crab crab" stick", and then split it in two with a blow of the hand knife.

The heavy fireman RPK16 of the team is holding a heavy bolter and suppressing the monster's "resurrection point" in a certain sense-it is a black ship, without a registration number, without registration, and assembled using standard technology , even the manufacturer of the land cruiser cannot be traced back, and the AK12, which has scanned the structure and system of the land cruiser, has a clear picture of the composition of this cargo ship.

——Normally, black ships are not allowed to enter the official port in the city... Even if it is really necessary to transport any important goods into the city, it is done at the external port of the mobile city.

"This ship has forged identification and formalities mixed in...Huh? Columbia's Sun Umbrella Bio Company? And the company's official seal? Well, it's the real thing."

AK12, who continued to remotely hack into the landing ship system, raised his eyebrows——

"Forget it, it's fake at first glance - the more real, the more fake..."

Of course, Miss AK12 chose to take this information over at a glance, and threw it into the idle database - at least in her cognition, no one who came to make trouble would write the house number and address of where she lived on her face. .. Waiting for the enemy to come to the door.

This kind of intentionally left information will only become more true and false. The monitoring of the port has been physically damaged. Are you telling me that the information on the ship has not been deleted?

"Tsk, forget it, report it to the commander and let her make her own judgment... If it is really the handiwork of this company called Sun Umbrella Biology, I will laugh at this company for the rest of my life."

After thinking about it, Ms. AK12 packed the data, found Ms. Alice's name in the communication directory, and clicked send——

.....

"You have flipped the black ship's core database, and you don't have time to remotely close the land ship's lock gate, then disconnect from the port, open the ramp gate in the port area, and throw the ship out of the city. Well?!!"

But before AK12 finished muttering, the call from RPK16 brought her consciousness back——

"Hurry up! Don't rush—"

AK12, who recovered and raised his head, saw at a glance the middle finger raised by RPK16 towards him. He reluctantly withdrew his computing power from the ship's database and began to take over the control system of the land-ship...

Chapter 339 Tmd, I'm afraid the biggest loss wasn't caused by our own explosion

Rutland Underground Area

The team responsible for dealing with the pollution below the city was divided into two teams in total, excluding Team A, which was composed of Lightning and Dagger who was entering the black barrier area, and the other team was the firepower team led by a pink-haired doll—

"I've got the last three clips left, Negev! You better come up with something useful - or we're going to be buried by this disgusting bunch!"

A certain white hair with a trace of red highlights, a gun in his hand and shooting the raging waves of rats and insects in front of him did not forget to take out a retro flip phone, the human figure who didn't know what he was talking about seemed to have finally disappeared I found something wrong in the fast water posting time——

[It’s broken, the ammunition is running out——]

Glancing at his waist, only three of the more than 20 high-energy ammunition batteries he had prepared were left, and the fire control system linked to the weapon also sent a warning that the weapon was overheating due to continuous shooting——

Although the energy supply of the weapon can be directly transferred to the machine body, but the overheating of the weapon really requires cooling time——

The luck of this team was not very good - when team A was about to enter the black barrier area to explore, all the cleaning tasks around the periphery were handed over to team B, and then they bumped into the most turbulent "wave"....

In the words of Ms. MDR - "There is a kind of beauty in Warhammer: Plague".

In addition to the real big rats in front of you instead of rat-headed people, this almost endless black wave really makes people feel scalp numb...

"Where are your flamethrowers and Molotov cocktails?! Or other explosives?!"

Miss Negev, who was shouted by her companions to imagine a solution, was also numb from the swarm of rats, and immediately began to rush to the doctor——

"It was used up at the beginning, so there is no leftover!!"

Miss MG4, another teammate of the team, immediately replied after glancing at the ammunition bag on her body.

"Tsk..."

With a snort of displeasure, Miss Negev scanned the entire aisle, and then she noticed the thickest of the many delivery pipes.

A red pipe marked Keep away from open flames—

"MDR, and MG4! Are you two wearing individual stance shields?!"

"Isn't this thing one for everyone?! Pink-haired dwarf, tell me what you want to do!"

Feeling overwhelmed, he overloaded and threw out the high-energy battery that was ready to be replaced, and MDR, who exploded into a neutral position, replied casually.

"See that red pipe over the head? Shoot it!"

"Huh??! Negev, are you sick! ——That's the pipeline for liquefied origin stone gas! Are you going to blow up the street above?! It's the kind of main road in the city!"

MDR naturally saw the red gas pipe with a diameter of almost 1.2 meters above his head.... It clearly marked No. 3, which is No. 9 Avenue, or the current position of the No. [-] line of defense-the line of defense above the head should be It's that guy from JS[-] commanding a mixed unit.

"Just hit it! Do you want to be overwhelmed by this group of rats?! I only have one magazine left!! It's unlucky to not stop them, but it doesn't matter if it's us or the friendly troops above!!"

"They're rushing toward the city's surface—"

Negev, who continued to maintain fire suppression in front of him, yelled at MDR...

Rationally speaking, calling any reinforcements at this time is not as thorough as an explosion-in the past, they have always done this when facing groups of enemies... Explosions, and bigger and more explosions.

The Rutlanders are known to have a sweet tooth... of all kinds - which leads to another problem, rats and cockroaches have a sweet tooth as well, and although the Rutlanders are serious about hygiene, that doesn't stop them The latter lived a well-to-do life in the dark corners of Rutland...

Even the insects in Rutland are several times larger than the rats and cockroaches in other cities...Counting some of the guys who have undergone virus distortion and started to swell in size... really drowned this team alive It's not impossible in underground pipes.

"If you go back and let your colleagues know that you, the famous Griffin chat troll, Ms. MDR, who sprayed thirteen lines in a second, was buried alive by a group of super rats' crowd tactics, and was forced to upload her mind and thinking back. Words from the Golden Garden."

“Don’t even think about staying on the chat board!!”

Obviously, as the captain of a temporary team, Ms. Negev is still very good at seeing the weaknesses of her teammates—

As a matter of course, Ms. MDR's face turned green when she heard Negev's words, and Ms. Doll, who had calculated in an instant what kind of "terrorist blow" would be suffered to her Internet reputation, immediately raised her gun and looked at death as if at home. Then he pulled the trigger on the thickest and largest red pipeline.

The silver-haired doll with strange-colored pupils emptied the magazine in an instant, and made several holes in the pipe. A large amount of liquefied origin stone gas spewed out in an instant, and began to fill the narrow underground space. aisle....

"Should we say we were lucky - we didn't directly detonate this pipeline?"

Looking at the source stone gas that kept gushing out, Ms. MG4 twitched the corners of her mouth——

"It's not a melta weapon, how could it explode directly, and it wouldn't be better - the faster it spreads, the more it will be cleaned up. I'll contact the guys above and say hello to them!"

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Rutland's Third Line of Defense

"Speaking of which, don't we push forward?"

"It seems that the defense has stabilized...?"

Franka, who was useless on the front line, was being dispatched with Razer, who was helping transport ammunition, and was thinking...

"It's just that our line of defense is solid."

——Placing the ammunition box in his hand at the designated location, Razer glanced at the corpses not far away that were suppressed by explosions and flames and could not be approached, and were even about to be wiped out. He sighed in his heart that the firepower of the regular army really Shrugged at Franka while being ruthless.

"The other lines of defense are very lively - maybe we will be transferred to those places where the battle situation is anxious..."

"Wait a minute, Franka, is there something moving under our feet...?"

As if feeling some shock, Razer stopped his previous words, and looked towards the ground suspiciously...

"It seems like some kind of vibration...?"

Franka was also a little puzzled—Latlan should be in a parked state now, why there is a vibration coming up...

...

"It's me, JS9—Negev? What's your business?"

The commander doll who was deploying the defense forces connected to an emergency communication with some doubts, and then his face immediately turned livid——

【JS9—Let your people disperse quickly!The main gas transportation road No. [-] below is about to explode! 】

*old civilization slang