Chapter 641

"What --"

Marek could not hear their screams. His teeth itched, his gums ached, his soft eyes trembled slightly, and it seemed that an aggressive voice suddenly stopped around him.

Some things he could not hear, but he could feel an unexpected touch.

He blinked, swept away the sting in his tearful eyes, and finally raised his head.

He saw the thing squatting on the top of the wall tearing the poor psychological defense to pieces.

This thing is wearing armor randomly welded from metal plates. It shows the color of blood and is full of vertical spikes. The armor is carved with the mark of the smiling face of the World War I alien gods. Behind it is a funny rocket. The red eyes under the double corner helmet look down on him.

It was covered with blood, head to foot, three heads were wrapped around its shoulder armor by their hair, and their torn neck was still dripping blood.

Even at that distance, he could tell the damn green skin.

Old Marek tried to stand up straight. His failing heart lost all rhythm and only sent pain to his whole body instead of blood.

Strangely, his hearing seems to have recovered.

"Shrimp."

The squatting creature spoke in a low, hard voice.

"It would be more fun if you were afraid of me, but you don't, do you? How strange."

Old Marek held up his laser gun even though the pain was unbearable.

The next second, the rocket behind the thing fell off. It jumped down, reached out and took the gun away from him, like taking a toy from a child.

Then, the huge beast smashed the barrel with one punch and threw it aside without looking at it.

"Take it as your luck -"

The green skin reached out and pulled the old man's hair.

"You'll have a special way to die in the jump pit."

Old Marek coughed up a stuck and meaningless syllable. He lost control of his body on the edge of death and couldn't feel anything when he was incontinent on his deathbed.

"Here comes the bone breaker."

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Rosabeth Eaton's mother mostly cultivates seedlings in the basement. Her father is a teacher who teaches the children in this area to read, write and pray. She hasn't seen them for a while since they ran to the street and told her to wait in this single room called home.

Outside, she could hear everyone running and crying.

The city alarm was noisy and wailing, but there was no storm warning before. Usually, before the alarm sounded, her parents would ask her to pack up and prepare for the shelter a few days in advance.

They shouldn't just leave her here. They shouldn't just run away with all the others and leave her here alone.

The roar went from far to near, and her heart beat faster every minute.

Then there were footsteps, something blocked the dim light of her window, and she pulled the blanket up slightly - she actually hated the blanket, and the fleas on it brought her itchy swelling.

But it was too cold without it, and now she needed it to hide.

waaaagh——

A voice appeared in the room. A low roar burst, as if a machine soul had been given life.

In the girl's trembling, the door was suddenly broken open——

"Damn it!"

Noah gard saw one of them while holding his pistol. At first he thought there was no one in the street, but he was wrong.

At a glance, he caught a glimpse of the beast, almost as tall as ordinary people, dressed in armor like a garbage dump, holding a bloody meat saw and an exaggerated caliber pistol on its hands, with a skinned and bleeding head hanging on his shoulders, the dripping liquid stuck to the armor, and three other bodies dragging in the sand behind him, Chains hanging from walking beasts pierced their backs.

Each corpse seemed to have suffered great torture, out of shape. The sand dust covered them like a layer of false skin, and the ashes blackened the exposed muscles.

Noah gard raised his pistol at the bravest moment of his life.

The next moment, the thing turned around, accompanied by a loud noise and burst like lightning and thunder.

Something hit Noah gard's abdomen like a truck. He couldn't even cry out. The air in his lungs was squeezed out. He didn't even fall before his abdomen burst open.

In a flash, he exploded to pieces.

It didn't hurt at all. He saw the stars flickering and the building shaking. He fell into darkness when his chest fell to the ground. The light of life in his eyes disappeared when his head fell to the ground, and his internal organs scattered on the ground.

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"Asshole!"

Safia cassanova waved her fist at the closed door.

"Let's go in."

Their refuge in this neighborhood is in the basement, a cheap bar at a fork in the road.

She never drinks there. For many years, the only time she took more than five minutes here was because of the sandstorm four years ago. At that time, most of the area was ravaged by sandstorms for more than three weeks and their homes were destroyed.

She stood with the others outside the closed door, locked out of their emergency shelter.

"They locked it too early."

The sound comes back and forth.

"This is not a storm."

"Did you see the fire?"

"Why did they close the door?"

"Turn them over!"

Shafia's fingers ran along the crack of the door, but she didn't find any weakness. She had nothing to do except the body squeezed behind her.

If they keep pouring into the basement, she will soon be crushed on this scrap iron.

"They won't open the door."

"It's already full."

The last remark made her shake her head. How could she be full? The bunker can hold 400 people, but there are only more than 60 people outside with her.

"Don't fucking squeeze!"

Cried the others.

"We can't get it off again."

Safia just muttered when someone pushed her in the back. Her face was close to the cold iron door. Now she couldn't even wave her arm to clear a gap for herself.

"Wait --"

The next moment, when the door opened, the faint sadness was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard. The people on the side wept with joy and finally stepped back.

A pair of sweaty hands pushed the crack of the door, hoping to open it when the door hinge was extremely lack of lubricating oil.

"Merciful Emperor..."

As the first group, Shafia whispered to the scene inside - the bodies were stacked on the floor, each broken and indistinguishable.

The blood gathered into a viscous and dirty river, gushing out between the legs of Safia and the people behind him. Those who could not see had long begun to push the front row, eager for hypocritical comfort.

Safia looked at the limbs spread everywhere, and the blood splashed fingers moved slowly across the ground in the pool of blood. The trunk overlapped with the trunk, scattered in the place where they died, or gathered in a pile, and the wall was mottled by the rough blood fog.

"Wait --"

The scene was so chaotic that she couldn't even hear her voice, and the crowd in the rear didn't stop.

"Wait..."

She was pushed down by the pressure behind and fell into the room. When she fell over the threshold, she heard the sound of the chain saw.

Suddenly, blood splashed, and a group of strong beasts appeared from their hiding place. Behind them, a drill bit machine was drilling out of the concrete floor.

“waaaaaaaaagh！”

The first beast spewed, but no one knew what it was going to say——

On the third day after the ashes plain war, the bone crushers concentrated their forces and continued to advance north, ran over the line of defense and finally entered funas nest.

The chief defense officer of chaodu collapsed under great pressure and chose to surrender without firing a shot. That afternoon, the green army entered chaodu and began an unbridled massacre. More than 2 billion people were slaughtered within 12 hours.

Most people died in cutting, biting and various death games until they got tired. In order to improve efficiency, they found several big pits, pushed tens of thousands of residents into them, and then burned or buried alive.

Some residents escaped from the nest capital, but they were not favored by the emperor. Hundreds of kilometers of refugees were surrounded by green motorcycle troops in the desert and were forced to return to the nest and become slaves in the death factory.

So far, the war on the ground in amegiddoton has deteriorated to the point that the local garrison can not solve it. Two hours after the outbreak of the funas tragedy, the local star language hall has sent out a red early warning signal for the first time since the first amegiddoton war——