The Godsfall Chronicles Chapter 23: Crushing

Three or four hundred fully armed Sweepers are enough to run Wilderness and crush any enemy who dares to stand in front of them. Now Black Flag Camp is facing a severe situation far worse than encountering beasts.

Compared with Meta-human, camp warrior does not have any advantages in terms of individual combat effectiveness. Besides, everyone is exhausted. Most warrior are injured. How can they continue to fight?

Cloudhawk is more worried than Sweeper. Only he knows about the entire camp. The sandstorm just happened is no coincidence.

This is most likely a masterpiece of someone or a weapon.

Cloudhawk is hard to imagine or dare not imagine, what exactly can make this supernatural strength. People always feel scared when facing unknown, mysterious and unexplainable things. Cloudhawk is of course no exception, so he feels that the motivation and background of this Sweeper are unfathomable.

The two sides faced each other at a distance of one or two hundred meters.

Sweeper does not seem to be in a hurry to attack immediately.

A whole body shrouded in a tattered cloak walked out of the car, Hood greatly covered his face, unable to see his face and looks, but compared to murderous aura's turbulent and restless Meta-human, he appeared very strange and calm.

This kind of calmness can't even feel the rhythm of breathing. If you stand still, it is no different from a sculpture wearing a cloak!

Cloudhawk found a special detail.

Even the most terrifying and powerful Ogre, when the mysterious person walked past, they immediately took the initiative to slightly avoid the way out, let the mysterious person pass by, as if they were afraid they would block him.

These giant monster thinking skills have long been left. Even so, they can clearly distinguish between strong and weak, soberly aware of who is the leader worthy of the name, and understand more deeply what the cost of disobeying the leader will be.

This kind of memory has been deeply burned in the soul in the simplest and rude way.

That's why I made such a move almost instinctively!

The atmosphere of the audience is as solemn as falling into a pile of cement, like walking on a dangerous steel wire. Everyone has to be careful even to breathe, for fear that a slight change may destroy the fragile balance.

This person wearing cloak slowly walked to the front step by step.

Cloudhawk stared at this guy, trying to make a difference.

No matter how hard you try, you can't feel the strange fluctuations, it's not him, it's not him!

Such a Sweeper(s) regiment, covered in steel armor, armed with heavy blunt tools, various machetes, axes, bows and crossbows, and even formed a convoy, armed to the teeth, could never have emerged out of thin air. Why did it never happen before? Haven't heard of this strength?

The two captains of the camp elite group are very confused.

Why didn't the Sweeper(s) group attack the wall in one go? The confrontation now leaves camp warrior breathing time. Why do you want to do this? Is it absolutely powerful? What are they waiting for? Or what to worry about?

The bow is full.

The bullet is loaded.

No matter what Sweeper thinks, the camp guards spontaneously reorganized their defenses, but everyone clearly understands that now the camp has no advantage. If such a battle is fought, no matter who wins or loses, these people who participate in the battle will at least one Most of them will be killed, and even the entire camp will be bloodbathed!

The atmosphere in the audience was so serious that it was about to suffocate.

The sculpture-like figure draped in cloak moved slightly, and lifted a pale paper face from Hood. The pale complexion was lifeless like a plaster sculpture, and his eyes were dark like endless night. When blinking, the eyelids are not close together, but a layer of dark red film on the left and right quickly closes and shrinks, so it makes people feel very strange.

The mysterious man pointed his finger at the camp: "This camp belongs to us."

His tone is very casual, as if making a decision that seems not too difficult, such as eating a piece of bread in front of him, or picking a wild flower while walking, his voice is sharp and gloomy, unspeakably twisted and twisted. gloomy.

None of the camp's faces looked pretty.

The mysterious man continued: "surrender!"

Cloudhawk's complexion has also become weird, Sweeper is not all killing and looting, Sweeper(s) like locusts everywhere. Now these Sweeper actually want to occupy this camp for the purpose? This is too strange!

How could anyone agree to such a request? Those big Ogre can eat a big living person with every meal without vomiting bones!

No matter how stupid you are, you won’t be so stupid that you can save money for Sweeper!

In the face of this explicit provocation, a lean young man stood up. It was the second captain of the elite group, a man nicknamed wolf. His eyes burst out with anger: "Ask Lao Tzu's knife or not. Come and get it if you have it!"

There was a curse in the camp.

People are not irritated by this guy's arrogant attitude, it's just that this method is the only way to boost the morale of your side that is falling to the bottom.

"No way."

cloak raised his hand gently, the whole movement was very random, as if he was greeting his neighbor on a sunny morning, but before making the final decision, he glanced around and seemed to be waiting for something.

After the mysterious man looked around, he paused for several seconds, waiting for something to not appear as expected, his eyes faintly disappointed, his voice was as cold as ice and full of death, clearly echoing in everyone's ears.

"Okay, then kill you all!"

So casual.

So direct.

It’s not like sending out a difficult task, ordering someone to drink a glass of water in front of them, simple and without arguing.

In front of the mysterious Sweeper, maybe these campers are all bugs that can be pinched to death at will!

"Hohohoho!"

Sweepers have been waiting for this order for too long!

A dozen Ogre began to move forward. At least a hundred thugs followed Ogre. They were rough and crude but very thick with iron armor clawing and clacking, like a rusty old-fashioned locomotive, every step of the way. The slight shocks that all stepped on the ground were firm and tyrannical, and the flesh and blood body in front was destined to be crushed to pieces.

The face of guard Black Flag Camp in shock and fear.

Do you start so soon? I thought I would stand up for a while, at least to replenish the consumed arrows and ammunition, who knew that these **** Sweeper(s) regiments actually said they would fight without a trace.

The bear quickly yelled: "Fall arrows! Shoot fire!"

The camp warrior crossbow firearm simultaneously was launched, but the formation was too messy, and the firepower could not be concentrated at all.

A dozen huge Ogre raised their arms to protect their eyes. Their thick steel armor was enough to protect every vital part. These ordinary arrows or bullets could not cause fatal damage.

"Be careful!"

"They are here!"

A dozen giant monster rushed into the crowd with earth-shaking steps.

Ogre has a large hammer weighing several hundred kilograms, which is almost indistinguishable from a small wooden stick. They raised the heavy sledge hammer high enough to smash five or six cows into a raging raging strength, Suddenly, it hit the middle of the crowd fiercely.

Boom!

Two people are crushed into blood and blood like broken glass!

When the violent strength bombarded the ground, it seemed that the earth itself was trembling, making people feel that the soles of their feet shook, and the violent momentum and strength set off a wave of momentum, and actually shook the surrounding people to the ground.

The camp warrior spear stabbed past, even if it penetrates the gap of armor, it is difficult to pierce the skin of Ogre.

Ogre swept the giant hammer casually, and the human body flew far away like a baseball.

The second one, the third one, the fourth one...

These giant monsters are advancing madly, covered in thick steel armor without fear of any attack. Every time they swing the hammer, they crush all the human bodies that they can touch into a mixture of flesh and blood.

Every burly Ogre is surrounded by a group of thugs holding a self-made steel shield and a large axe.

Though these Wilderness thugs do not have the astonishing physique and strength of Ogre, they are also the leaders of this Wilderness Sweeper. Each body is close to two meters or so, which is twice as strong as an ordinary human. The left hand iron shield can block any attack, and the right hand axe Shred the human body like cutting vegetables.

A batch of light to moderate Meta-human holding crossbows and firearms are behind them.

These Meta-humans do not have the strong melee capabilities of the first two, but they have light and moderate mutant's, which have smarter and more sober heads than the altitude mutant's Sweeper, so they are responsible for sniping and intercepting with distant weapons, so they specialize in shooting and killing dangerous targets.

The bows and crossbows of the Sweeper(s) regiment are all specially made. Each arrow shot has a power of strangely big, and the accuracy is also creepy, all from the forehead to the back of the head, and almost none of the people who are shot are spared.

Some Wildernesss riding on lizards or motorcycles have the aura, holding sickles or long weapons to clean the sides.

With such a complex team combination and such a strong lineup, the strength of this Sweeper(s) group is undoubtedly obvious, almost the massacre of one side!

The camp warrior has no room to resist!

warrior are wailing and screaming ~ IndoMTL.com~ There are also the sound of bone fragmentation and body deformation, as well as arrow bullets and tearing air screaming, one after another, interweaving together, and finally ensemble to make people enough The unforgettable concerto turns into an ocean of fear, which can drown any strong warrior and make its fighting spirit vanish.

Cloudhawk has seen and experienced many tragic fights. He clearly realizes that the strength of the two sides is too far apart. Even if the camp warrior resists desperately, it is useless. Their resistance is of no value.

Sweeper's merciless offense shatters all hope!

The combat effectiveness of the two parties does not seem to be on the same level!

This war is ten times more tragic than last night's animal tide!

The pale and mysterious person wearing Hood quietly watched the massacre unfolding in front of him, as if he was enjoying a good show after a leisurely meal. He seemed to have no idea of ​​make a move at all.

Cloudhawk has an intuition.

The combined danger of ten Ogres is not as dangerous as this guy. A master like Mad Dog Slyfox also has a huge gap in front of him. The reason why he doesn't do it now is because there is no need for make a move.

How will this war end?

Where should Black Flag Camp go!

Cloudhawk deeply experienced the sorrow of the weak and the weak, and he found that he could do nothing in this situation!

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