War Paradise

"what……"

Crazy Evan, who was lying on the back seat of the off-road vehicle, slowly opened his eyes, pressed his aching forehead with his right hand, frowning and asked, "Who kicked me just now?"

"You fell by yourself." Sam, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the dark red ground ahead without looking back.

This fragile piece of land may collapse at any time. Because the motorcycle is still charging and cannot start at all, Frankenstein also decisively abandoned the modified locomotive, and instead drove an off-road vehicle with some energy left, and quickly left the dangerous area. .

The shocking scene of the "Great Collapse" before made Frankenstein make the decision to leave immediately. Fortunately, the collapse of the earth did not continue. The reminder that Lin Chi was dead did not appear in Frankenstein's sight.

According to Frankenstein's inference, even if Lin Chi was still alive, the chance of being disabled was as high as 95% if he fell from this height. And in the dark underground, once the disabled DEBUFF is obtained, it means-he can't come out again.

Next, the battle of this two-man team was completed by himself and two entourages.

In order to prevent the ground under the wheels from collapsing, Frankenstein drove the car very steadily, without any extra movements. The off-road vehicle with unusually huge wheels ran over the dark red soil, and while driving forward, he just woke up. Crazy Evan spoke again:

"Here... is Leningrad?"

"This is Mars." Frankenstein answered the question in a cold tone.

"Oh, by the way, it's on Mars... My master fell to the ground, right?" The blasting expert blinked his left eye, finally remembering the current situation.

"Yes." Frankenstein nodded.

"Comrade, do you think he fell underground, found a secret base built by capitalists, found a huge robot inside, and then pressed the red button on the robot. It exploded with a'bang'!" Crazy Evan said happily.

"You have a lot of imagination, but normal people shouldn't press any red buttons." Sam glanced back at the crazy Evan sitting in the back seat.

Then, they heard a dull rumbling sound from the underground, and the body of the off-road vehicle bumped, as if something exploded deep underground.

"what?"

Feeling the vibration coming from the ground, Sam frowned: "Could you have read the script?"

"It's just a guess, it's just a guess!" Crazy Evan was humble, but his face was already smiling, and he looked triumphant.

It's a pity that he hasn't been proud for a minute before being poured cold water by Frankenstein:

"you guessed wrong."

"Why do you say that?" Crazy Ivan raised his head unconvinced.

"Because your master is still alive." Frankenstein was conclusive.

While talking, their off-road vehicle has drove out of the dark red plain and into the wasteland covered with rubble. Although it is not known whether the bottom is hollow, this solar car that only charged for a while has not been used again. Powered up.

"Damn it."

Frankenstein cursed a rare word and pressed his hands on the steering wheel. Sam thoughtfully opened the solar panels that were folded on both sides of the body and started charging the off-road vehicle.

Needless to say, on this plain without shelter, once hostile forces appear, they will be spotted immediately. However, abandoning the car and walking is undoubtedly a more stupid choice.

Now, I can only wait for the car to be charged.

The off-road vehicle just stopped, Crazy Evan suddenly said: "Ah, I suddenly thought of the past again!"

"What's it this time?" Sam got out of the car and looked around, ready to deal with enemies that might come at any time.

"In the past, one of our allies would load a large amount of explosives on a large truck, and then force the American prisoners they caught to act as drivers." At this point, Crazy Ivan looked towards the distant horizon, and there was a little miss in his voice. Meaning: "Those Yankees thought they were terrorists, and didn't know that they were driving. The'terrorists' in Americans' mouths are only responsible for remotely detonating bombs..."

"This is indeed a terrorist act." Sam frowned.

Before the words fell, the earth in the distance trembled again, the dull roar from far to near. The three of them looked at the direction of the sound at the same time, and saw the outline of a huge truck appearing in the dust and smoke at the far end.

"It's better for you not to talk." Sam glared at Crazy Ivan and pressed his hand on the hilt of the high frequency knife.

It was a wild-looking terrorist chariot. The body was cast from dark red metal, inlaid with blood-stained spikes and rotating drill bits. In order to protect the driver, a thick cockpit was welded on the front of the body. Metal plate.

The carriage behind the truck was transformed into a mobile war barrier, with dozens of machine gun mounts installed on it, and there were even two turrets that seemed to have been dismantled from a tank.

Seeing that frenzied red chariot from far and near, Frankenstein also frowned slightly:

How did they get this kind of thing?

Judging from the shape of this chariot made of scrap iron, it is obviously not the equipment of a scientist, but the criminal tribe of Mars should not be able to get this equipment...

The three people present were preparing to deal with this crazy killer, and heard the roar of industrial metal, which sounded from the horn installed on the car body:

The song played by the other party resembles a German chariot (Rammstein), which is indeed in line with the wild style of Mars. In the low and magnetic roar of the lead singer, there is a man's laughter:

"We are the'wild boar tribe', goodbye, poor worm!"

"Ha, leave it to me for enemies of this level..." Sam said as he was about to step forward, but was stopped by Frankenstein:

"I'm coming." Frankenstein's order was very concise.

"Are you... okay?" Sam raised his mouth with a sly smile, and looked back at his extremely thin "Master".

He has also seen the combat effectiveness of Frankenstein, and overall it is still within the range of ordinary human fighters. Sam knew that his master was not on the same level as himself in terms of fighting standards.

It stands to reason that it is more reliable to go out on your own. But Sam didn't object either. He just stood sideways, bent down slightly, and made a "please" gesture to Frankenstein:

"I respect your choice."

"Protect this car." Frankenstein pointed to the off-road vehicle parked in place.

"Leave it to me." Sam nodded respectfully.

"These enemies are really interesting. My new bomb can blow them to the sky!" Crazy Evan said as he opened his backpack and searched for it. Then he was stunned by Sam with a knife handle, his body leaning on the body of the off-road vehicle, soft It collapsed and slid down.

"This is your stage." Sam stared at the heavy truck that was speeding up, and Frankenstein walked up to the truck, putting on his own optical camouflage cloak, his figure seemed to be erased. Instantly disappeared into the air.

The driver of the truck apparently noticed that the enemy was invisible, and the metal music being played suddenly stopped, replaced by a neurotic male voice:

"Idiot, this kind of trick can't stop the wild boar! "Apocalypse" tells us that the wild boar is the master of this planet!"

"Is that why you worship a pig?" Sam raised his eyebrows contemptuously.

Seeing that his master had entered a state of invisibility, the swordsman was not idle either. He suddenly exerted force under his feet and rushed to the truck with strides. Before he could rush to the front of the truck, there were several machine guns on the body that were operated by humans. Tower, has aimed at his body.

"Hahahahaha!"

The lunatics who were operating the machine guns showed distorted smiles on the faces full of cyan tattoos behind their masks. They laughed and aimed at the enemy who seemed to be trying to kill themselves, and prepared to block those who dared to stand in front of the car as usual. Anyone blasted to pieces.

But this time, things are not that simple...

Five double-barreled heavy machine guns with a firing rate of 4,000 rounds per minute poured out large-caliber bullets with the thickness of a little finger against Sam’s location, blasting the gravel on the ground, and the smoke and dust from the explosion temporarily obscured their sight. .

"Dead! Dead! Dead!"

The members of the clan who fired were shouting in unison, like cultists who had fallen into a frenzy. The truck that hurried forward broke through the gunpowder and ran over from where Sam had just stood. The members of the tribe on the side of the car looked down at the same time, and their shouts suddenly stopped:

--nobody?

They immediately realized that the suppression shot just now did not touch the enemy's hair at all. But the worse situation was still behind. The heavy body suddenly began to lean to the right. The two wheels on the right left the body directly and rolled out obliquely forward, drawing two irregular arcs.

"Before driving out, you should check if the chassis of the car is broken." Sam's figure flashed and suddenly appeared directly behind the truck. The whole person was unscathed, and the high-frequency knife had already been retracted into the scabbard.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The members of the wild boar tribe have never been teased like this before. They were all in anger. The tank turret installed on the back of the carriage also began to rotate slowly, aiming at where Sam was standing.

boom!

The fiery ball of fire soared into the air, and at the same time a deformed turret flew up. The metal fragments brought out by the explosion of that turret flew out at a super-high speed close to the speed of sound, directly cutting off the nearest one. The head of a member of the wild boar tribe operating the machine gun.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Seeing the indestructible barrier of war exploded, the members of the tribe who were operating the machine gun began to mourn, as if watching the supreme emperor die in front of them, and even their faith was destroyed.

When the "sacred" faith is broken, what follows is a deep hatred:

"Smash him into pieces! Pay homage to our sacred chariot!"

The machine gunners began to roar non-stop, and the driver turned the front of the car, made a big turn, and rushed back towards Sam.

Facing the oncoming crimson chariot, Sam smiled slightly and whispered:

"Come out, my summoned beast."

"I am not a summoned beast."

With the icy voice, a machine gunner's head suddenly left his body, leaving only the headless body still spraying blood sitting in the machine gun tower. Before the gunman in the other machine gun tower could react, he saw the headless corpse flying out of the seat, while the unmanned machine gun suddenly turned its muzzle and aimed at him.

At the last moment of his life, the bald man with cyan lines on his face widened his muddy eyes and muttered to himself: "Cthulhu..."

From the muzzle of the ultra-high rate of fire machine gun, a two-meter-long fire burst out. The large-caliber bullet that struck at close range blasted the gunman and the gun into fragments scattered all over the sky. Passed over and landed on the burning ground.

"The god... betrayed us!"

Witnessing an incredible scene with his own eyes, another gunman who was using a heavy machine gun nearby, panicked and shouted something, while aiming the muzzle at the machine gun tower that should be unmanned, and took it down without hesitation. trigger.

Gunshots broke out, and the machine gunners on this war fortress were in a state of panic. Started firing at various unmanned positions, but no matter how they resisted, the massacre continued.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A machine gunner who was aiming at the ground and firing, was cut open by an invisible killer, and a cold wind of minus 20 degrees poured into the trachea, killing him instantly. The one who was beheaded next was the operator of another machine gun tower five meters away.

"It's the evil god... the evil **** wants to kill us!"

Under the attack of the invisible enemy, the members of the wild boar tribe began to wailing again. They were not afraid of the enemy with a physical body, but being executed by an invisible opponent was obviously beyond the scope of these people.

As one of the strongest criminal tribes on Mars, unlike the wild wolf tribe with many people, the wild boar tribe follows the "fanatic route". In order to increase the loyalty of the members, thoroughly control these brutal criminals. After years of gestation, the leader of the wild boar tribe has just created a "Wild Boar Sect", brainwashing through various methods, and turned the believers into faithful believers of the "Wild Boar God"!

These unreasonable fanatics have long forgotten that there is such a thing as "optical camouflage". After all, in their view, apart from the evil heretical "scientists", no one on Mars possesses their technical power. because--

"Our weapons are given by the wild boar god! Don't be conquered by the evil god—"

The machine gunner who shouted this word was not finished, he was grabbed by an invisible hand, violently thrown out of the car, and fell heavily on the rocky ground, with 37 wounds all over his body. At the same time began to spurt blood.

"The absurd beliefs of mankind... are really troublesome." Frankenstein whispered.

After receiving the message from the owner via radio, Sam laughed, turned and walked towards the off-road vehicle:

"Humans need spiritual sustenance, otherwise they will be very empty." He said.