Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 583 Not Eternal Twilight

"Thank you very much for your help. But I guess, this is what you mean?"

Justice didn't show the surprise that Thetis and the others expected, but instead asked a random question.

"That's true," Navis replied truthfully, "[The Poet Killer] and His Highness [Pure Good Fool] have no related intentions. It's just my personal judgment that you need help.

In addition, according to the intelligence analysis reported by monitoring points around the world, it is very likely that the actions of these ghosts are not undoubtedly wandering around, but are guided and manipulated by humans.

In other words, the stronger we resist, the more likely it is that we will attract more of the enemy's strength here.

In this way, the small shelters scattered around the world have a greater chance of surviving.

Of course, I hope that Thetis is not a charitable organization, but a company dominated by the church model.We try our best to save more human beings to survive, but we follow the will of the goddess. "

"This is really timely! On behalf of all the survivors in the camp, I would like to express my highest thanks for your life-saving grace!" Only Gretel showed the normal reaction expected by the three of them.

"You should take them to retreat. As many survivors as you can save here, I will try my best to support you and buy time for you," Justice still showed unexpected pessimism:
"Ghosts are not as simple as you think.

Physical zombies may still be suppressed by firepower, but those invisible four-dimensional spirits, ghosts, wraiths, and shadow undead are irresistible by your means.

Of all the fighters present, perhaps only a few candidates from the Lamarck game have the means to fight against those things.

But those things are too much, how many players do you have?What is their level? "

Navis turned his head and followed Justice's line of sight, his expression slightly solemn.

Without the use of high-dimensional vision, even with her dim and aging mortal vision, she can still see some indescribable translucent existences, reapering the lives of her soldiers with a trace of cold air.

Those intangible objects with strange and ferocious images, which still retain some human characteristics, shuttled freely between the army formation and the sea water.

Sweeping at the body of a warrior at will can make the most resolute man tremble or even faint directly; choking the throat of a human being with his bare hands can make the strongest Hercules be strangled to death alive.

All attacks have no effect on them.Bullets would pass through their invisible bodies, and the violent explosion could only cause ripples in their twisted bodies.

The only thing that can temporarily resist these invisible ghosts is the invisible holy lights that light up from time to time in the army formation.

Those are the guardian runestones engraved by the believers who have served the [Pure Good Fool] for decades, and the saintess personally carried the divine seance spell.

Exploring and surviving in the dark, fighting with all kinds of ghosts for half a century, the great powers that rule the world on the wasteland naturally have their own means to fight against these ordinary troubles that they will encounter.

Runestones are inlaid on the steel decks of tanks and warships, and are made into amulets and hung on the chests of generals and battle heroes.

But in the face of more and more intangible things, the originally effective means seem to be in the middle of the road, and it is not enough.

And as she herself said, the unexpected strong resistance on the battlefield here is attracting more and more undead to gather here.

The army of zombies is advancing one after another from the distant horizon, seemingly endless.

And those invisible ghosts and resentful shadows don't seem to be able to use the portal normally.They appeared so infrequently at the beginning that Gretel's defense line didn't even detect these deadly existences.

But as the battle situation dragged on, more and more of them, which were already extremely fast and drifted freely without the resistance of air and sea water, rushed to the battlefield.

To make matters worse, due to the lack of effective means of killing, I hope that the three-party coalition forces of Thetis, the Afterlife Society and the Heart of Songhai are unable to curb the raging situation of these ghosts.

As more and more ghosts gather, the damage to the troops and the impact on the battle situation gradually become impossible to ignore.

Unsurprisingly, if we continue to hold on like this for a few more minutes, until the restraints in the hands of the reinforcements are exhausted, all the humans participating in the battle here will be massacred without resistance.

Just at this moment, dyed red by the fire and the explosion, it was hard to tell whether it was thick smoke or a deadly dark mist, and a tall figure suddenly rose up.

Although the body projected by the flames in the black mist is not as exaggerated as the indomitable giant, it is as tall as a human standing next to a cat or dog compared to a mortal in battle.

As soon as that figure appeared, it exploded with an agility speed that was completely opposite to its size, and in an instant, it bowed and jumped to Buhuagu's shoulder more than twenty meters above the ground.

The huge zombie waved an iron fist that could easily smash the tank and moved towards the back of the figure, and the man on the neck seemed to be unaware, hugging the huge boneless head with both hands, and exerting force with his limbs!
In an instant, as if even the emotionless group of stiffs were stunned for a moment, the figure in the flames exploded with power, and the giant stiff's head, which was not afraid of the missile attack, was thrown away with most of its spine.

The head connected to the spine is like a big snake that has been rounded and thrown far away, shooting towards the sky without hindrance.

In the blink of an eye, a line of fire went straight into the sky!That is the indelible flame created by friction when the rigid head surpassed the first cosmic speed and flew out of the atmosphere!
Everyone was dumbfounded, not knowing whether these monsters were enemies or friends.

Immediately afterwards, streams of cold and dead air came from the darkness.That feeling... It's as if the barrier between life and death has been broken. As long as you walk there, you will abandon your identity as a living person and step into the underworld.

Such a creepy feeling didn't only affect the living people in the battle, even the raging ghosts became listless.

It seems that my own instincts are conflicting with the instructions I received, and I become timid, hesitant and chaotic.

The next moment, under the shocked and inexplicable eyes of all the living people, countless ghosts of invisible ghosts who were avoided by them and helpless, and the untouchable soul bodies were torn and ground out of thin air, and their souls flew away!

Only Justice can observe from the perspective of a god, there are countless red and black blood scythes that are more invisible than ghosts and have higher dimensions, constantly forming in the void—flying—and annihilating.

During this process, all the ghosts that stand in the way will be injured when rubbed and killed when touched. No matter how high or low the level is, there is no single enemy.

What shocked Justis even more was that this terrifying full-screen magic that covered the entire battlefield for several miles was not instantaneous, but continued all the time.

It's like vowing not to let all the dead return to ashes and return to ashes.

(End of this chapter)