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Darkness is coming again.

The whole day was fruitful.

The mixed counterattack force gained the upper hand in the battle from the center.

Advancement personnel from other places have also advanced the attack scope to other cities.

It can be said that half of the entire city has been taken back, and the chaos in the city should be able to be eliminated in a few days.

At least at this moment, this is what most people think.

The same is true in reality.

"President, are we going to keep defending like this? The ammunition we grabbed from the weapons depot has almost been consumed.

If this continues, our nirvana operation will fail. "A man in cult robes said, half-kneeling at the feet of a tall man in black robes.

This time they were in an area around the center of the city, and the sounds of fighting and violent gunfire could be heard outside.

The presiding judge in black robes said unhurriedly: "No need to worry, our God is watching us, and the time for us to act is about to come.

How are the preparations for the ceremony going? So many sacrifices and flesh and blood, hahahaha. "

Having said this, the presiding judge couldn't help but laugh heartily, with a hint of piety and madness in his voice.

After hearing this, the church members who came to report nodded and seemed relieved.

"How is the battle near the city gate? What is the current situation of the army that came to support?"

The presiding judge quickly calmed down his emotions and asked important things.

Hearing this question, the church members who came to report the information beamed with joy.

"The battle was very successful. The church members who had infiltrated the army before, as well as the soldiers who converted to the church, rebelled at the beginning of the battle.

The betrayal was launched where we had already laid an ambush, and that legion was completely controlled by us.

Many people have joined the church and become God’s people. Those stubborn people have been sent to Nirvana by us personally, and some people have also added to our sacrifices.

Many people have received blessings from our God during the battle, and our combat effectiveness has been greatly increased.

But these living forces may have to wait until the middle of the night to reach us. "

The presiding judge nodded and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, soon, we will be able to break through the palace and bring the city to complete nirvana."

At this time, the conflict on the front line was the most intense.

Bullets were flying everywhere in alleys and building windows. With the guns in their hands, they were engaged in street fighting throughout the neighborhood.

There are also various tattoo powers that exceed the limits of the human body, and they are fighting with the blessed people among the cultists everywhere.

This was the central area of ​​the capital, the busiest place in the entire capital.

It has now turned into a complete battlefield, making many soldiers feel a little embarrassed.

As the night slowly approached, the Allied soldiers began to gradually curb their actions.

The night was really not a good time for them to move forward.

Moreover, the high-intensity pushing throughout the day also made them a little tired, and they needed sufficient rest to restore their physical strength.

A defensive line warning zone.

A ten-man team is guarding here. Several of the soldiers are still wearing bandages and are obviously injured.

They held weapons, gnawed on the dry food in their hands, and leaned against a residential building.

"These cultists are really crazy. It's really tiring to fight with these crazy people." A soldier couldn't help but said.

"Who says otherwise? They are all lunatics who are not afraid of death. Fortunately, they have not received too much training. Otherwise, I simply cannot imagine facing a group of crazy troops who are not afraid of death. How will we be beaten?"

The captain of this team was smoking a cigarette and looking at his team members.

His attention rested on one of the team members.

This team member had the most injuries, with white bandages tied everywhere on his body, and even some of the bandages were leaking blood.

At this rate, he should have been sent to the back for rest and treatment.

But he endured it and had to continue fighting.

His eyes were closed at this time, but his face looked a little angry.

Looking at his state, the captain of this team was a little worried, but he didn't know what he was worried about and continued to take two puffs of cigarette.

"Okay, after resting and being on alert for a while, we're going to change defenses."

Hearing this, several soldiers under his command nodded and responded casually.

One of the soldiers suddenly said: "The cultists will definitely make further raids on us tonight, right?

After all they caused chaos last night, there was no reason to stop tonight. "

The captain nodded: "It's very possible, that's why we are on guard here, isn't it? Come on, cheer up, this is the last moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, a resting team member suddenly opened his eyes.

You can see that there are different tattoos from his cheek to his temple, which are glowing slightly at this time.

"There's danger...be careful."

After hearing his words, the other team members did not hesitate and immediately stood up to remain vigilant. Without any orders, they spread out around each other in a tacit understanding, forming a vigilant formation.

It was clear that this group of squads was well-trained and extremely experienced on the battlefield.

The area they were guarding was also very suitable for defense. Everyone performed their duties and stood at a powerful point.

"Sinner, Nirvana!"

A man in robes fell from the sky at some point and hit the middle.

As soon as his voice fell, several bullets were already sent into his body.

More cultists rushed over from other places.

"Leave this person to me, please pay attention to the others."

As the captain spoke, he immediately drew out the saber hanging from his waist.

He fired several shots at the cultist and then rushed forward.

Facing the bullets that fell on him, the cultist in robes seemed not to feel anything at all and was still roaring and laughing.

Looking at the soldier captain rushing towards him, he raised his fist and faced him.

Red blood appeared on his arms.

Some blood and flesh wrapped around his hands, and then his fingers became extremely sharp, like sharp knives.

Seeing the changes in the enemy, the captain frowned and became more vigilant.

After fighting for a day, coupled with last night's chaotic maintenance, they also roughly understood some of the hierarchy of cultists.

The lowest level are naturally the crazy believers. They are like cannon fodder. Their mission is to die, then turn into monsters and cause even greater killings.

On top of that, being able to kill one counts as one, and turning into a monster is the most important function.

The second step was to go further up, killing more cultists whose lives claimed to be watched by the evil god.

Compared with believers, they should be regarded as formal members of the cult.

They can be regarded as the backbone of the cult army. In the form of normal people, they are even more crazy, and their physical fitness has been enhanced beyond that of ordinary people.

The monsters transformed after death are more difficult to deal with, and all have certain combat intelligence. Moreover, the entire head of this kind of monster must be cut off. If you just smash the head, it is very likely that you will not be able to kill it if you don't do it thoroughly.

A little further up is the elite or captain level, these people can be seen from their clothes. They seem to be cadre members of the church. Most of them wear church clothes when they appear and have obvious hierarchy.

These people are truly blessed by the evil god and can use the power of the evil god even under normal circumstances.

They are equivalent to those powerful people among ordinary people who have the power of several tattoos.

But they are stronger than those with tattooed power, because they will also become more difficult monsters after death.

And the person standing in front of him this time is of this level.

The captain rushed in front of the cultist first and ducked to avoid the enemy's fierce punch.

The saber in his hand struck the monster's leg at a strange angle, cutting off a large piece of blood.

After succeeding in one blow, the captain rolled on the spot without hesitation and dodged another blow.

Then he lunged forward violently, instantly closing the distance. Turn around and look at the believers.

But the cultist roared angrily twice and covered the wound on his leg. At this time, the wound on his leg was slowly recovering.

A gravel pit has appeared on the floor where the captain just hid. "Difficult recovery ability...strong strength, not agile movements, strong physical fitness."

The simple exchange allowed the captain to obtain some information about the enemy in front of him.

With his body, he can't withstand a few blows from this monster. His fault tolerance rate is very low, so he must attack with caution.

But this monster is able to rely on his physical fitness and recovery speed to have a very high error tolerance rate.

"Why don't you want Nirvana? Come, let me help you!"

The cultist said, rushing over again.

The fierce running caused more blood to come out of his recovering wounds, but he didn't care at all about his crazy posture.

The captain kept retreating to distance himself, and finally stood still suddenly. The tattoos on his feet flashed across his body, and he suddenly rushed forward.

The enemy will naturally not be able to react at this speed.

The captain had already come to his side and rear, swung the saber in his hand and slashed at the man's recovering wound.

A well-prepared and heavy knife slashed his thigh until only some flesh was left, and there was almost no difference between being connected and broken.

Without a leg, the cultist immediately fell to his knees.

The captain did not hesitate, stepped forward and stepped on him, thrusting the blade straight down.

But despite the cultist's best efforts, he was not inserted into his neck, but only inserted into his back.

The captain, who was about to draw his sword, felt the trap being waved from the side, and quickly gave up the sword and wanted to leave.

But he was still hit with a heavy punch. His whole body flew out like a missile and rolled on the ground several times.

"Damn, it hurts!" the cultist yelled.

The captain got up from rolling on the ground, took out his gun, pointed it at the cultist's head and kept pulling the trigger.

"What are you doing, are you crazy?"

Suddenly a shout from a teammate came from the side, attracting the captain's attention, and he had to turn his head and look over.

A soldier who was directly stopping the cultists from charging suddenly dropped the gun in his hand, his eyes were bloodshot like crazy, he picked up the dagger on his leg and suddenly waved the weapon at his teammates beside him.

The sudden chaos caused them to reduce their numbers in an instant.

Not only that, after slashing his teammates, he also attacked a cultist who rushed up. This time he seemed to have begun to distinguish between friend and foe.

He kept shouting and seemed to be talking about something.

The captain's mind couldn't help but recall what his boss reminded him when he left in the morning.

"Pay attention to the soldiers under your command and pay attention to their mental state."

It was just a casual comment at the time, and he didn't care.

But now he finally knew why.

Some dead cultists have also turned into flesh and blood monsters.

In this case, he saw his teammates, six of whom had already lost their lives.

He looked at the robed cultist who fell on the ground and was struggling to get up.

The captain turned around and ran away without hesitation, towards his teammates, saying as he ran: "Retreat, retreat, let's retreat first!"

As he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something and looked up at the sky.

But there was nothing in the sky, just the white moonlight.

He came to his senses in a daze, and quickly left with his teammates, approaching the main force.

At this time, the cultists, who had been suppressed for a whole day, had begun to counterattack.

……

Of the 10-person reconnaissance team, only 5 people were left running as hard as they could.

However, they had just crossed the street corner and the scene in front of them couldn't help but stop them in their tracks.

It was one corpse after another.

These corpses are getting up from the ground. Some of the corpses are still wearing soldiers' clothes. This is the corpse left over from the previous battle that has not had time to restrain itself.

But now they have turned into zombie-like monsters, standing up staggeringly.

Some monsters are still covered in twisted flesh.

Following the thick line drawn towards them, many corpses saw them and suddenly ran wildly, rushing towards them in a twisted running posture.

"What's going on? The corpse of such an ordinary person can stand up?"

"Stop talking and run!"

The captain, Nando, was no longer concerned about this. He pushed out his team members, instantly changed the Taobao path, and left quickly.

Soon they heard gunshots not far away from them, and they quickly approached, trying to meet up with their teammates.

They had just seen teammates attacking with guns on the street, when suddenly a house next to them was collapsed by huge force.

The sudden impact caused everyone to be thrown to the ground. The lime smoke brought by the collapsed houses obscured the surrounding things.

As the smoke fell and he slowly stood up, he felt that his thigh was injured.

Just as he was gritting his teeth to see what was going on, he suddenly froze.

It was a monster he had never imagined, something that looked like something out of a horror story, but now in reality.

A monster six to seven meters tall, covered in twisted flesh and flesh like wriggling maggots, was moving slowly.

This monster has a long whip made of flesh and blood tentacles, which it waves casually. If you accidentally touch the surrounding buildings while swinging, you can sweep them down.

The monster seemed to have noticed one of his slender tentacles, and suddenly penetrated his chest without him noticing.

The captain stared blankly at the tentacles penetrating his chest, looking at everything in a daze.

"God..."

The last words fell.

The real attack by the cultists begins.

……

Zhuang Cai stood at the entrance of the college and stared at the moon in the sky.

At this time, in their field of vision, the moon had completely lost its pure white luster, and was instead filled with blood-red color.

It will no longer just flicker a few times like it did a few days ago, but it will just emit its own bloody light.

Zhuang Cai asked the people around him. None of them could see this bloody light. The moon in the sky was no different from what they had seen before.

So only they can see it? What is the principle?

No matter what the reason is, Zhuang Cai still doesn't know. The most important and difficult to reconcile issue now...

With the appearance of blood, the crisis begins to emerge.

The true power of the cultists will be revealed to everyone starting tonight.

The corpses that had been slaughtered day and night and couldn't be restrained were scattered all over the city.

It will become a new nightmare and the existence of urban destruction.

Alice's head poked out from the back of Zhuang Cai's hand.

Looking around curiously, Alice has not been allowed to come out since she was about to leave yesterday.

Like a spirit body, Alice flew out and landed in Zhuang Cai's arms.

In the sky, the red light is still there.

At least in the eyes of Zhuang Cai and the others.

"Dad, the red moon is so annoying."

Zhuang Cai hugged Alice: "Didn't I tell you not to come out? It's too scary outside and it's not suitable for children to watch."

"Alice has seen it a long time ago. Alice can see what's going on outside through the back of her hand."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Cai sighed.

Around him are busy students and hand-painted personnel, who are just waiting for him. (End of chapter)