300 Heroes of the Comics

Rescue the starter who was cornered by the gastritis and desperately cower and retreat, rescue the partner who lost his teammate and was surrounded, or pick up the injured person with both hands and take them away in one breath.

Some of the rescued people were at a loss, some were overwhelmed with gratitude, some stared at Rantaro and clenched his hand tightly, and some returned to the battlefield again without saying a word.

However, of course, on the battlefield of life and death, there are not everywhere dazzling pictures that are enough to become beautiful talks.

Some initiators who were unlucky and almost saved were tearfully chewed by the monster's rows of sharp teeth.

Especially after the initiator loses the commander and spiritual support - the facilitator, he will almost fall into insanity.This kind of situation is everywhere.

Somewhere, a young girl is slumped next to the Facilitator's corpse.Rentaro and others tried to take her by the hand to take her to a safe place temporarily, but they were met with fierce resistance.

"No. Get away from this man, and I'll be shot to death."

From this sentence, we can know how the facilitator treated her during his lifetime.No matter how she told her that the facilitator was dead, she didn't believe it, so Rentaro had to leave temporarily to help others.When I passed there again, there were already many Gastrea gathered around, with their backs facing away and scrambling to stick out their mouths to snatch food.Although they also noticed Rentaro, they had no intention of attacking.Those guys must love their food.

In another, a facilitator is gastrulating.Rentaro was dying to keep him at least in a human form, so turned the pistol on him.The initiator who tied the dyed hair into a bun stopped Rentaro and cried for mercy.

"Ah Shun is still alive. So - please don't kill him!"

But in the next second, the gastratus that had completed the alienation bit off the girl's head from behind, and the girl's body fell down after spinning a few times like a spinning top.

Looking at the tragic battlefield, Cao Shurui couldn't help but took a deep breath.

Unlike the previous world, the war here is not between people, so it is even more tragic.Not to mention that most of the dead were little girls.

This kind of tragedy is something Cao Shurui couldn't even imagine.

But Cao Shurui still sat there.Even if he only needs one thought to trigger the apocalypse virus, he can end this war, and even end all of this.

"Only by experiencing pain and understanding who can bring peace can human beings know their own powerlessness. In this way, except for scientists who are committed to strengthening themselves, most people can always understand the importance of the cursed children. Without them, Humanity has long been extinct. Look at the Self-Defense Forces, so what if there are otters? If you can’t keep up with the reaction, you will die.”

"On top of this, if people can understand that their own desires have brought about all this, then the world can still be saved."

Eyes hurt from the smoke.Breathing also becomes short of breath.His face must have been covered in soot and mud and it must have been completely black.

The body temperature is close to fifty degrees.The horrific heat on the battlefield forces Rentaro to remove his tie.

He and Yeonju got separated at some point.

While looking around for where to help next, the flames approached the abandoned hut next to him.

The burning police tents echoed each other. When the fires merged into one, a violent flame vortex swept the battlefield, and the temperature reached an astonishing figure of more than [-] degrees Celsius.The swirling red lotus roared, sounding like the roar of a demon.

Remember this building was used to store gasoline—

Rentaro's blood froze at the moment when he saw the flames stretching towards the gasoline drum inside the house.

In the next instant, with the violent shock wave from the explosion flame, his body was thrown into the air.

Rentaro was blown nearly [-] meters and hit the ground violently.However, the force of the impact was not completely eliminated, and it finally stopped after rolling several times on the ground.

Three semicircular canals were damaged.In the rotating field of view, Rentaro spat out the sand in his mouth while supporting the ground with his hands, barely lifting his painful body.The scorched uniforms gave off the unpleasant smell of burning chemical fibers.

The clothes were torn everywhere, and the blood was coagulated and turned dark red.He was dazzled by breathing in too much thin air.

The sharp tinnitus echoed in the depths of the ears, and Rentaro, who felt abnormal, touched his ears, only to realize that he had lost his hearing.

Perhaps the eardrum was damaged.

Rentaro stood up stupidly, looking at the battlefield where the sound disappeared.

Black smoke rose and was burned by bright red flames, which was the frontline base of the civilian police.Sparks danced in the air.

The police opened their mouths wide and shouted something, trying desperately to change the situation of the battle, but the situation only deteriorated unilaterally.

Some initiators held the shoulders of the facilitators who had lost their heads, desperately looking for medical soldiers.

The reptilian gastrula threw the body of an initiator high into the air, caught it with its mouth, and was torn in half by two gastrula.

Probably separated from the facilitator, a fair-skinned girl in a white one-piece dress covered her face with her hands and sobbed aimlessly in the scorching battlefield.Under her feet were piles of meat that she didn't know belonged to, up to her ankles.

The internal organs of the dead flew out, and the cracked skull and brain were scattered with mud.

--hell.

In front of him is a scene that can only be described by this name.

"What is Rentaro doing!"

His head was suddenly pressed down hard.Enju's voice and battlefield music returned to Rentaro's ears.

"That's coming! Get down quickly."

"What is [that]—"

Before Rentaro could finish his words, something happened unexpectedly.

In the depths of the field of vision, the other end of the burning tent flashed light for an instant, and an object that looked like light swept across, passing over Rentaro's head lying on the ground at super high speed.

In the next instant, the objects on the silver track were all cracked, and the bodies of a dozen policemen made strange noises, which were directly cut into two pieces in the air.

Rentaro felt terrified.

He stood up reflexively and looked behind him, the battlefield as far as he could see was cut by silver tracks, and frantic screams came and went.

"Light Spear"—these three words came to Rentaro's mind.

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