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Wilson staggered with fright when he arrived. A large number of broken limbs and blood were piled up nakedly in front of him. If it weren't for the strong smell of blood, he would have been so disgusted that he fell to the ground and vomited, unable to speak.

After all, Wilson hadn't seen such a terrifying and bloody battlefield in such a long time. He was either doing logistics before, or he had never been there at all. If it were him in the past, he would have probably run to some corner and hid his head.

But now he just staggered and took two steps back, barely stabilizing his breathing.

"Oh my god, this is even more than I imagined..."

Wilson hesitated for a moment and still didn't say the word cruel. After all, he knew very well that this war was to resist these monsters. To say it was cruel would be too irresponsible to the villagers who died.

"It's cruel, isn't it? I know you're going to say that, but that's war... and the reality of what's happening."

Kong came over and steadied him. His face was pale. After all, the monsters that had been swept up by the whirlwind had simply vanished. Now, those that were being swept up would be torn into bloody chunks by the violent vortex. A large amount of scattered blood and flesh were flung out from the whirlwind and drenched him. Even though he knew it would soon disappear, the visual impact was still unbearable. But he had adapted much faster than the other party. After all, he had seen many bloody scenes and killed people himself.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll be able to adapt quickly and won't hold you back."

As Wilson continued to take items out of his backpack, the stone wall rose quickly, surrounding the barrier in a complete circle. The attacks of the zombies seemed to be distributed, and when they hit the stone wall, the wall shook twice, but it was still quite solid.

The Doctor and Tony Stark both noticed that the violent shaking of the protective shield began to calm down, and those stone walls provided a good channel to attract fire. Tony Stark also noticed one thing. In his inspection, those stone walls, although they fell into debris when they were hit, there was no loss of mass.

Only after reaching a certain level will the weight begin to drop a lot, and the losses on both sides are disproportionate. No matter how much strength the zombies use to attack, they seem to be classified as a fixed damage rate. This phenomenon is really interesting. After it is over, he will ask the other party for a batch of props to study it. Maybe the two of them can study it together. After all, the other party's title is probably not a joke.

182 A war with no optimistic outlook

The rain did not stop, still falling violently, as if the heaven and earth were pouring out its suffering and anger.

The doctor inexplicably came up with this idea. The battle situation was not very good. Even if those damn things were easily eradicated like weeds, their numbers were too large.

There are so many of them that not even a raging fire can burn them all.

Even a large number of ants can kill an elephant, let alone those zombies which are not ants. The doctor saw that some of those crazy zombies were holding tridents. They were wearing complete armor and occasionally threw the weapons in their hands with an extremely cautious attitude, and then waved their hands, and the weapons came back. The moment those monsters got the weapons, they mixed into the huge zombie tide and disappeared without a trace.

Each of their attacks would cause the protective shield to vibrate, and the rapid energy loss often made the doctor frown, but he was helpless, or even completely powerless. In addition to those guys, the high-density attacks of ordinary zombies could not be ignored by the current level of equipment. Nearly a thousand mechas had been scrapped.

In fact, he did not fail to make countermeasures. He sent out one S1 special mecha after another. With the excellent reaction of the armor, he could usually achieve a one-for-many exchange. Those who were bold and reckless at the beginning were all dead, but those who survived became more cautious, otherwise they would not have used the routine of hitting and running.

He couldn't let the armor penetrate too deeply. If it did, whether it could displace the opponent was still unknown. But if he wanted to retract it, it would definitely be impossible. If he couldn't achieve his goal, it would be scrapped in vain.

And the number of zombies who died at their hands was at least hundreds of thousands, but their group was still huge, and there was not even the slightest sign of decreasing. If it were not for those bloody limbs that remained for a short time, and the solid touch when the doctor punched them hard, everything that happened in this war was their illusion, so he would never be able to kill those non-existent enemies.

[Flanking collapse phenomenon occurs, and the energy structure is about to collapse]

The sudden warning startled the doctor. He didn't know when a quarter of the thousands of armors allocated there had been lost, which caused serious problems in the defense line there. So he could only evenly withdraw a small amount of armor from several other positions to make up for it, but he knew that this was a temporary solution and only continued to delay the time they could hold on. As the mechas were constantly consumed, this barrier would sooner or later break.

If that were the case, it would mean that those villagers would face the consequences of being massacred.

Even though he never showed mercy to people on either side of the battlefield, so as to prevent such ridiculous mercy from interfering with his judgment, after all, once on the battlefield, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the moment he raised his weapon, he was ready to pay the price of his life for it.

When the last dispatch was completed and the barrier was completely stabilized, his vision was almost completely covered with blood. The thick and sticky blood stuck to his face, making him extremely uncomfortable. He took a breath, pinched several orange crystals in his hand, and put them into his mouth at once.

The cool feeling gradually replaced the previous bloating and pain, the pain was relieved, and the distorted world in front of his eyes gradually returned to normal, but the blood flowing out of his mouth became more and more.

He knew that swallowing these orange crystals was not without cost, but the cost was well within his means, consisting of a shortened lifespan and temporary weakness.

Even though he knew that if it weren't for the bonus provided by the chat group, those so-called short-term weaknesses would be enough to take half his life, he was like a war weapon that never stopped, using his lifespan as fuel, constantly completing other people's goals until he burned himself out.

"Wow."

Perhaps because the rain was getting heavier, the wind was also getting stronger. Kong was almost blown off by the strong wind because he had been using the wind wings upgraded by Tony Stark. The feather-like wings behind him flapped a few times, and he barely stopped his body.

He hesitated for a moment, and the wind element in his body gradually dissipated, leaving only pure black void element.

He discovered that mixing elements could give it more means of attack, but the combination of the two elements was not perfect. Although he didn't know whether it would be possible in the future, it was not possible now at least. In short, once the two elements were combined, they would inhibit and offset each other. For example, the wind would be less agile, the rock would be less heavy, and the void would be less violent.

However, in daily life, it is still customary to use all three elements at the same time, but now in this extreme situation, the Void is more effective.

After the element was replaced with a unique void, he could sense that the world was filled with mobilized void power everywhere. The thick void power surged upward from the ground. He used those vigorous elements naturally. The pure black thorns formed by the void protruded from the ground, turning those zombies into bright red candied haws one after another.

Tony Stark inevitably frowned when he saw those things. He suspected that the previous separate mission involving Kong and the ghost was because of the God of the Void. The other party might have been infected. This possibility made him anxious. If even the people in the group could be corrupted by the other party, then how would he face the so-called God next?

So he opened up a private chat with Kong, intending to ask some questions. He believed that the other party would not deceive him, and would not deceive him, because he had never revealed his intentions in the group. After all, ghosts were too confused and cute. If they heard his disgust for the God of Void from the group, they might tell his god intentionally or unintentionally, and then the other party would be alert, and it would be difficult for him to take any action.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Sora, are you believing in the God of Void?

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? :? Huh? I won't believe in any other living being, even if they deserve my respect.

Tony Stark breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man's answer. At least it wasn't the worst consequence.

The condition of a certain skeleton was a bit bad. He had tried his best to increase his physical strength, but each scene exceeded his expectations. Hundreds of dragon bone cannons were fired at the same time. The intense consumption almost made him feel as if his skull was about to crack.

Sans took a breath, his clothes were soaked by the rain, and the blue in his eyes became flickering. He bit a golden apple handed to him by Steve, and his uncontrollable fatigue was relieved a little.

But he looked at the endless monsters and closed his eyes slightly. After a moment, the blue light reappeared in his eyes.

...After all, he couldn't fall here so easily. He would always be the last line of defense here, he promised.

183 Steve's Great Crisis

Steve shook his sore hand and couldn't stop complaining.

"How many of those damn monsters are there?"

Village 2, who was standing next to him, could hardly lift his hands. In fact, he could have gone down to rest a minute ago, but he asked Steve for a golden apple and stood there exhausted again.

"I don't know, but what if he's endless? Will you back off?"

"I won't," Steve replied without hesitation.

"Then will you be afraid?"

"No."

"Then will you give up?"

"how is this possible?"

Steve answered as he easily cut a zombie in half, letting the blood pour over his body. But as one zombie fell, new ones came up. Steve felt a brief exhaustion and took two steps back into the barrier, biting an apple and continuing to answer people incoherently.

"So why worry about all that? Just stand here and keep killing until they're completely defeated and the thunderstorm subsides. Before that, don't retreat even a single step."

Muranji gripped his weapon tighter, even though his hands were shaking from the pain.

"I'm going to fight them, damn it!"

Steve bit the apple, got up and rushed into the crowded zombie pile again. As soon as he rushed in, he felt like he was drowned by a raging torrent. The huge resistance almost squeezed him and made it impossible for him to move.

He roared and fought hard. The blood and flesh piled up around him almost filled his vision. He subconsciously swung his arms again and again, chopping off heads one after another. Even though he could not see anything clearly, it did not stop him from killing.

He vented all his emotions in the killing, so much so that he didn't notice that his direction was gradually deviating from a safe place.

"Steve, you idiot!"

Murakuji keenly noticed something was wrong, and he rushed towards the other party while gritting his teeth and cursing.

He had never been so angry before, at least he had never been so angry at Steve. After all, Steve always had the right to regret. Although he would make mistakes, he still had the opportunity to make amends. In addition, he always hoped that Steve could open his heart, or at least not be so repulsive to him as a hero. So to some extent, he indulged the other party to make mistakes, or do what he wanted without restraint.

But he couldn't do that now. He couldn't imagine Steve dying, just like he couldn't imagine his former friends dying in front of him.

Village Two is actually the oldest of the top ten code-named villagers. He vaguely remembers that Village One loudly told them that all villagers are companions and should unite. No one should be sacrificed for no reason. They should fight together for their own territory of survival and use their own hands and sweat to fight for what they deserve, instead of being burned, killed, looted, and used as food.

All the villagers, without exception, determined their will and stood firm at that time.

The same goes for Village Two.

So he watched his companions, one after another, die and be replaced.

The taciturn third brother used his life to open up their current home. He died on the battlefield without saying a word.

Lao Liu, who always had a bad temper, made everyone understand that mines could collapse and the safety rules to be followed when mining. He was crushed to death in the mine and did not say a word before his death.

The seventh and eighth brothers, who were always inseparable, expanded the beacon fortresses and built one beacon fortress after another hidden underground. They were starved to death in the last beacon fortress and did not speak a word before they died.

Old Ten, who had always been the most steady, drew a map with blood, detailing the safest route for returning. He died on the way, and he probably didn't say a word before he died.

He often led the villagers to fight on the front line, but he has not died until now, so he can only watch silently as all his companions die one after another in front of him, and he is speechless.

It was not until Steve's arrival that he broke his panic fear about his companion's death. He finally no longer had to worry about the other party dying before him, and he finally no longer had to force himself to face the death of his friend. Although this was selfish and he wanted the other party to feel the pain he had felt, Murakuji was definitely relieved when he found out that he was the immortal Steve.

But when the opponent began to bleed and the protection of the rules began to disappear from his body, the fear that he had forgotten and suppressed for a long time broke out at this time.

How could the villagers not have fear? They have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, so naturally they will have fear, but their will is just stronger.

He rushed into the surging zombies, but this time, there were not enough mechas to support them. He reached out to grab Steve, and the two square-like hands were about to touch each other.

Just a little bit, just a little bit!

Muran Er shouted in his heart.

At the same time, Tony Stark rushed over almost immediately. Before Kong and Wilson could react, a certain bone also noticed what was happening here and he also moved over quickly.

Tony Stark rushed over here regardless of any cost. The dense Nightwings crowded in his way and were violently crushed into minced meat by him. Such crazy behavior would naturally not be without price.

[Warning! Warning! Machine damage!]

[Warning! Warning! Machine damage!]

But he turned a deaf ear to it. It was just that the self-repair ability of the body had its limit after all. He didn't know which part had gone wrong in the air. He was not careful and lost his balance. He was about to roll down from the sky. The medical type armor, namely D1, arrived in time. The armor was completely decomposed into countless small nano robots attached to its armor for repair. Tony Stark barely flew up again. He simply maintained his balance and did not care about the part that had not been repaired and continued to rush forward.

The dense swarm of zombies interfered with Shans's teleportation, and there were even several times when weapons were swung past him. If it weren't for his absolute dodge, many of them would have been knocked down. Even so, it was quite difficult for him to move forward.

Tony Stark finally flew in front of Steve, and Sans reached out his hand to grab him.

But it was too late for everyone. Cun Er was just a little bit away from the opponent's hand, but that little distance was like a miracle. The opponent's blood splashed on his face. Steve looked at him blankly, and then disappeared into the air. Cun Er stretched out his hand and grabbed nothing. He also looked blankly at the place where the opponent disappeared, as if he had lost his soul and stopped moving.

184 Cell Man Appears

Monsters will not stop because of your stagnation. They will continue to try to tear their prey into pieces.

Tony Stark kept saying this to himself as he went to rescue Village 2.

"It's okay. The other party just resurrected. Just resurrected."

However, logically speaking, Steve should have spoken to the group and told them that he was fine as soon as he woke up, but until now, there has been no movement in the chat group, which made them extremely panicked. If the chat group had not given a clear reminder, they would probably have to admit a very painful fact. Even now, they have to think about the worst possibility.

And now they are facing a very serious problem, that is, how they are going to fight their way out of the zombie tide and try not to destroy the protective shield. The doctor has carefully mobilized all the armor that can be mobilized.

But the monsters on the opposite side were not stupid either, especially those holding tridents, who jumped out fearlessly at this time. Every attack could cause very serious energy and material loss to the armor. The doctor subconsciously used some means to defend, because in his eyes, ensuring the priority of the battlefield was higher than saving people, and he could usually do both, but now the battlefield was too huge, and the millions of calculation numbers made it impossible for him to start. With such a delay, Murakuji, Tony Stark and Sans were completely trapped in the encirclement and could not escape.

"It seems that a tough battle is inevitable."

Tony Stark looked at the condition of his armor and realized that there was no way he could continue saving money.

"My old bones will break along the way sooner or later."

Shan Si shrugged, looking nonchalant, but his eyes were full of caution.

In this extremely long tug-of-war, every bit of waste may change the balance of victory, even if they have not seen any chance of winning until now.

At this moment, a figure that was not short suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, holding an exaggerated long-handled weapon in his hand. With a sweep, he easily killed a large number of zombies.

Tony Stark took a look and easily identified the guy's identity from the group of zombies. After all, the other party's flaming head was really recognizable. Yes, Cell. The other party had been quiet since he got the title. The last time he participated in a mission, he ran away after the participation. Maybe the incident that time really made him misunderstand something. But a ghost is such a cute little guy, he would definitely not be cruel. This person is too petty to remember it until now.

But at least he showed up and helped, so there's nothing much to say.

Yes, the person who came was Cell. He didn't want to come at first, but after he made up his mind not to come, he was thrown onto the thorns by a stubborn and loyal guard. Then he continued to sit on the beheading platform, thinking that it was too outrageous. While looking at the points of the task reward, he remembered how he looked when he was beaten, and clicked OK without hesitation.

He was holding a symmetrical spear in his hand. After all, war is more comfortable with such large-scale weapons. The thing is that it is a bit expensive. It takes 100 points to unlock a weapon template, 1000 points to upgrade it, and 100 points to wash it once. The most outrageous thing is that the unlocked weapon template is a blank, which means that after unlocking it, you have to wash it at least once, otherwise the cell will look uncomfortable no matter how you look at it.

The weapons he'd unlocked so far were still few and far between. After all, he had another major point-consuming resource: the scroll lottery. Each draw cost 1000 points, and the color of the scroll he drew was the one he got. As a result, after a few rounds, the point allocation ratio had become remarkably even at 2:2:1. So Cell now chose whichever weapon suited him best. As for being comfortable with it? There wasn't a weapon he didn't know how to use, or one he wasn't comfortable with.

To be honest, those guys feel really good.

Cell thought this one day while waving his weapon.

It would be great if the monsters encountered on the way from the cell to the throne were like this, easy to cut like grass, and there were enough of them, it would be so cool!

The blood stimulated him to become more violent. This huge battle was quite interesting to him. The sharp and heavy symmetrical spear spun like a sharp meat grinder, which could easily cut a person in half. The occasional attacks were easily resolved by him raising his shield.

He forged a path through this huge tide of zombies and successfully led everyone back to the barrier, although he had no intention of doing so. He simply realized that he could enter the barrier and the long reach advantage of the symmetrical spear could produce some unexpected effects.

What? You call this despicable?

Sorry, this is simply the ability to take advantage of one's strengths. After all, there is no such thing as despicable or not despicable, there are only winners and losers, the dead and the living.