Chapter 183 Kyle, how arrogant you are (10K, please subscribe)

The next moment, severe labor pain tore apart the false dream. When Kyle opened his eyes, the world became bright.

Everything in the spiritual world gradually faded away, and deafening cheers came from the institute.

At this time, Kyle only felt that they were a little noisy.

He looked at the solution hanging in the glass jar. The original body of the artifact-killing weapon inside had disappeared. He vaguely felt a joyful call coming from his body. It was Feixiang Sword shouting loudly.

Then he turned to look at Dr. Osborne, who was sitting outside the cabin without saying a word for a long time. His expression at this time was a little lost.

"I did it," Kyle said softly.

After a long time, Dr. Osborne smiled sadly: "Well, you did it, you are stronger than me, so I feel at ease.

Now Wandong City has reluctantly made preparations to evacuate Wandong City with our compatriots. Whether we can succeed in the end depends on you."

"You, awesome." Kyle's tone was a little complicated.

"The next step is up to you." Dr. Osborne patted him on the shoulder, "Remember, if you can't win, just press the button. It will be much better if you try again."

"good."

"Say goodbye to the people you want to say goodbye to. We don't have much time left."

"good."

"Live well."

"Well, I won't die that easily."

…

The lively voices gradually faded away.

After coming back to his senses, Kyle groggily climbed out of the bed in the dormitory of the Wandong City camp. Through the half-closed curtains, he could see that the night had faded.

"The wind is picking up."

There are dark clouds on the sea, and as expected, there may be a light rain today.

After tonight, the time that I will stay in this dungeon will probably start counting down, right?

…next day…

The gloom continued, and it was obviously the time when the sun was setting, but the entire surrounding area of ​​Wandong City was already completely gloomy.

The rainy day shrouded the outside of the city in a layer of fog, but the flash bombs that kept rising in the sky lit up the sky, the roar of magic missiles streaking across the sky, and the continuous sounds of explosions all around outside the city.

Outside Wandong City, a group of thermal weapons, mainly goblins, stood in the rain together with a group of humans riding wolves and horses.

With a phalanx of 7,500 people and a fully-staffed thermal weapons combat brigade, the original vacancies were filled by the Wandong City side as best they could.

In this square formation, there are no more than a hundred people who are truly professionals, and the remaining personnel are all elites transferred from other troops to assist in the battle.

The other troops have already taken the lead to attract and intercept the largest wave of monsters and undead. The magic missiles that usually made them feel distressed if they were released a few times now light up the night sky like free fireworks.

Kyle, who was standing in front of the phalanx, took a deep breath and said from a high position:

"I heard that many of you chose to join the army just to avenge those domineering villains. Now, as agreed, I have brought you all here. Welcome to the final battlefield."

All the young goblins below made a military salute.

“Always be fearless!!!”

"Forever loyal to the Empire!!!"

"Always protect the people of the empire!!!"

The roar of the 7,500-man combat brigade resounded through the sky, and the roar of the distant forest trembled under their voice.

Kyle's slightly lowered eyes slowly opened. He stood indifferently in front of everyone, showed a cold smile, and opened his hands towards everyone:

"Then, that's all. Everyone, let those scum remember the taste of fear, so that when they hear our footsteps in the future, they can feel the breath of death! Everyone, move forward outside the city."

Kyle handed the communicator on his waist to his deputy Jonathan and said: "When we complete the mission and the coalition forces start to retreat, you call the headquarters to release the terminal bomb."

Jonathan nodded, Kyle looked deeply at the city behind him, got in the car and drove forward.

With the conventional heavy firepower of the goblin thermal weapon army, there is no way to suppress the petitioner army for a long time, let alone defeat the Chosen One behind the monster army.

Therefore, there is no doubt that the thermal weapon combat brigade will face a tough battle next.

The scenery outside the car window always tempts people to think in a slightly different direction.

Kyle actually knew very well that facing the assembled army of petitioners, the goblins had almost no chance of victory.

The reason why it has been sustained until now is simply because the coalition forces of various countries want to erase the traces of the Goblin Empire from the bottom of their hearts. There is no doubt about this, because Kyle knows that the major churches in later generations will not dare to play God at all.

The chosen one takes the lead and pulls the formed petitioner army into an atmospheric attack.

Because once they show such signs, they are very likely to be attacked first by major countries...Who knows if the petitioner army created by these magic sticks is coming to attack them? Just in case,

Send them to heaven first!

But now, they are so determined to encircle and suppress them with an organized legion of petitioners. This does not mean that during the Goblin Empire, the church had greater privileges than later generations, but because of fear.

Gods can also be afraid, and God's Chosen are even more afraid. At least those God's Chosen who currently command the petitioner army will be afraid.

That's why they eagerly hope to gain victory on the enemy's battlefield as soon as possible and carry the power of victory to trap the Goblin Empire in a cage of terror.

Originally, if everything went as scheduled and according to their rhythm, Kyle could see the ending of Wandong City recorded in historical documents, that is, as the major goblin cities became more and more isolated, they could not make quantitative changes in the results of the enemy's battle, which would bring about

The result is that the major cities of the Goblin Empire will continue to bleed during the attacks of the petitioner legions...

Wandong City is just one representative among the major cities that are bleeding.

A war of attrition is very deadly, especially when the goblin empire is almost unable to advance the front, and the petitioner army has many ways to endanger the rear. The forces that cannot be unified will be gradually eroded, and eventually they will no longer be able to resist.

Of course, objectively speaking, Kyle and the others still have the possibility of victory.

If everything goes as Kyle expected...then by refreshing the dungeon for the first time, everyone can at least test out the approximate combat effectiveness of the coalition forces from various countries.

No, maybe his miscalculation is not a bad thing.

This kind of thing is a dilemma no matter how you look at it.

Presumably, people like him who were displaced during wars in the past would also have this idea. The fog of war that cannot be seen clearly will always weaken people's will.

"It's so sad!" Kyle could only sigh with emotion.

Huh? Why did the car stop?

With the sound of deceleration and whistle, the car door was opened directly. Jonathan walked in and said seriously:

"Captain Kyle, there's a situation."

Kyle, who had closed his eyes to recuperate, opened his eyes and jumped out of the car sharply. Everyone also put on their weapons and followed closely.

He walked to the observer in the front row, took his telescope and took a look. There were large figures surging in the rain curtain, moving towards their direction.

He lowered his binoculars and said, "Get ready to fire."

The goblin gunmen raised their guns, but they had some doubts in their hearts.

Are these the petitioners who are not afraid of bullets?

There was a continuous scream in the rain. Through the scope, they were shocked to see a group of ragged goblins stumbling towards their direction.

Kyle said calmly: "Destroy all the goblins that appear in sight."

There was silence below. After a while, someone finally pulled the trigger and took the lead in launching the attack.

Most people had the answer in their hearts and gradually became quiet.

But there was a young goblin in the team who could not lift the gun in his hand, and even asked in a deep voice: "Captain, they are still alive!"

Kyle stared at the crowd approaching in the rain and said calmly: "Shoot."

"But, in this case..."

Kyle said coldly: "Soldier, look clearly, they are seedbeds."

He took down the Scarlet Sword tied to his back and pointed at the refugees who were fleeing in panic. The young goblin subconsciously looked in the direction Kyle pointed. The sharp eyesight of the professional gunman allowed him to see those refugees.

The way fellow refugees looked at them.

There was a fanatical and firm will in their eyes, as determined as Kyle and the others.

"The defenses of the brain have been broken by the 'poison of faith'. They are now the staunchest believers of the gods... That is just a prop used to shake your confidence."

But the soldier still struggled and said: "But, but I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain suddenly surged in his stomach. He couldn't stand, fell to his knees and retched. Jonathan looked at him coldly——

Seeing the soldier struggling, Jonathan pulled off the submachine gun hanging on his body and threw it in front of him: "You should have been guarding the city and not participated in the front-line combat work.

But now, remember your responsibilities clearly, soldier. I will pretend that I didn’t hear the stupid words you just said. I will repeat what the captain said——"

Jonathan turned his back to the soldier, holding the spear in his hand with a creaking sound, and said extremely cruel words in a cold voice:

"Pick up your gun and at least kill someone with it, which will blur some of your guilt."

The young goblin gunner stared blankly at the submachine gun that fell into the water. His pupils widened slightly. He stumbled and picked up the gun. He looked at the refugee who could already see his figure clearly. The cold rain fell and streaked across his cheek.
To be continued...