The bullet tore open the human body, and the body protected by the winding hymn was punched with a huge hole. What is more painful than the injury to the body is the phosphorus fire wrapped around the bullet. The phosphorus fire adheres to the wound, using the soul as the source.
The fuel burns directly into the body, into the bones, and into the deepest and deepest recesses of the soul.
Even the time-tested Crusader Knights can no longer endure the pain that burns their souls. They can use their mental tenacity to anesthetize themselves with physical injuries, but they cannot bear the pain of soul degradation - if it is just
Damage and death, but they could bring the same damage and death to their enemies, so they accepted it. However, when they saw that the blessed bullets fired from their weapons could not bring any harm to the undead skeletons on the opposite side at all.
, the morale of the first batch of Crusader knights who entered the battle collapsed.
"Why! Why are blessed bullets ineffective! They are obviously dark creatures that have awakened from death! Why are they not punished by God!"
Fafnir was still half naked, watching the grenadiers in front using their submachine guns and machine guns to reap the power of the church. The church's blessed bullets were unable to cause much damage to the skeletons - let alone this
The gangsters had all experienced hundreds of battles before they were alive, and most of them were guys who had experienced the hell on the Eastern Front. Their combat skills were extremely sophisticated. On the other hand, the Crusader Knights on the opposite side may not have as strong personal combat skills as the undead who had experienced the war.
The difference in the sense of smell on the battlefield was even greater. In the end, it was due to the ineffectiveness of the weapons that they suffered heavy losses in front of the undead.
The armed helicopter belonging to Section 13 opened fire. Although the thick cannon bullets could not kill the skeleton grenadiers, the kinetic energy attached to the bullets could easily knock the skeletons to the ground, rendering them unable to move for a while.
Rockets and anti-tank missiles from the helicopter were also launched - but unsurprisingly, they had no effect at all. Fafnir, Karl, and Longinus didn't even bother to retract their bodies into the tank. They just looked at the rockets.
The bombs and missiles flew over and were reduced to ashes in the phosphorus fire outside the tank. The metal jets hit the tank armor, melting into pieces of metal and sliding down...
"Armor-piercing projectile launch!" Karl first issued the order. A helicopter trying to attack the Panther tank at close range was very unlucky to be in the shooting range of the rear King Tiger; an 88mm armor-piercing projectile with phosphorus fire easily hit this tank.
A helicopter turned into a ball of fire...
Fafnir did not pay much attention to his subordinates slaughtering the Crusader knights. He was now paying attention to the people in black robes who were approaching with an "inhuman" athletic ability - these people were the real Thirteen
division……….
Fafnir pulled out his Ruger pistol, took aim slightly, and then started to pull the trigger. The bullets he fired were different from those fired by the skeleton grenadiers - they did not carry phosphorus fire, just ordinary
9mm bullets. The bullets accurately hit several figures running over, but the 9mm bullets could not stop them at all.
"It seems like he is wearing a bulletproof vest? Or is it a gun that has been mentally strengthened? But the 9mm Parabellum is still very powerful..." Fafnir sighed, he didn't
Do you mind what will happen when this group of people approaches - in front of the most powerful monster in the world who can use monster power, what else can you care about?
The golden-haired middle-aged uncle was the first to run. The priest was holding two things that looked like guns but also had a sword on the barrel...
"It's really good if it's used to look cool, but if it's used for fighting, it's hahaha... It really smells like neon essence." Fafnir already understood the origin of this world.
Now he looked at the important supporting character in front of him holding this weapon whose main purpose was to show off his coolness and said something.
"As a gun, when firing bullets, it is affected by the blade and cannot aim accurately; as a knife, it is affected by the handle and cannot kill smoothly..." While saying this, Fafnir took it from the car.
He took out an MP40 submachine gun and started shooting at the golden retriever.
The golden-haired uncle twisted his lips and shouted: "Amen!" He waved his two knives, but Fafnir's accurate prediction of shooting easily allowed the bullet to bypass the network of blades and hit the blond priest.
Splashes of blood.
The blond priest ignored the blood splattering on his body like a monster, allowing the bullets to pierce his muscles, shatter his internal organs, and embed in his bones... Then everything seemed to be reversed - he was shot through.
The muscle fibers twisted and grew to fill the wound, the broken blood vessels began to heal automatically, the shattered internal organs began to reorganize, and the bullets in the bones were pushed out of the wound by the growing bones and muscles, and fell to the ground with a clanking sound.
The priest didn't even pause in his movements. He quickly crossed the death zone created by Fafnir's submachine gun, approached the King Tiger tank, and began to jump high.
"This kind of fast-healing **... Is this priest a slime? Or a werewolf?" Fafnir commented leisurely. The priest jumped up high, and the silver blade in his hand flashed,
He wanted to kill Fafnir.
It's just that Fafnir turned his body slightly, and lifted the hatch slightly to cover his half body. The silver holy knife struck the hatch, and it was like breaking into two pieces like iron.
Before the priest could express his surprise, Fafnir stretched out his index finger to his chest and flicked it.
The priest flew backwards as if being hit by a battering ram, "A blade made of blessed holy silver? This thing is useless against phosphorus fire, and this fool really thinks that a blade made of silver can cut through the empire.
Armored steel? What a sweet guy..." Fafnir still had time to wag his finger at the priest flying in the air.
The priest had already begun to heal the broken bones and pieces of flesh when he was flying upside down. He quickly fired a bullet at Fafnir with another gun knife. The bullet accurately flew to Fafnir's forehead until it was hit by two
Until you can hold it with one finger... the bullet made of the holy silver that has been enshrined in the holy cathedral for more than thirty years is melted in this hand, "Silver bullet... protected by the holy light... this
It’s all useless.”
The other soldiers of Section 13 had already launched an attack on Fafnir's companions, but the holy silver bullets they fired still had no effect without exception - it cannot be said that they had no effect. The skeleton hit by the silver bullet
They were obviously repulsed, but after taking a few steps back, they still fought back with the weapons in their hands.
"Hahaha, monotheistic things are of no use to them... Don't forget that the empire names its weapons after Norse mythology. It wants to cause harm to them Valhalla warriors who have returned from the country of Hel.
, it would be better to use holy silver that has been blessed by the priestess of the Odin altar to make bullets that are truly engraved with the magical Runa characters..." Fafnir said with a smile, regardless of whether there was anyone or not.
Hearing these words, "It's just that you guys have been too successful in the past. I don't know if you can still find the Odin Altar Demon... Hahahahaha."
The injured priest saw that the weapons in his hands were completely incapable of harming these undead souls, and the Crusader knights following them suffered heavy casualties. A look of realization appeared on his angry and distorted face... It was just that when this guy was about to set off...
Before they opened their trump cards and fought hard, Fafnir and the Skeleton Grenadier disappeared like mist, leaving only craters and corpses everywhere...
"Is it interesting? Boring? Yes... When you died in the battle, you were all just young people in your twenties, and you had not thought about the meaning of life so much. Xiuteke Haojian, Yang and the others died in the battle
It was fine back then, and there was still hope to some extent. Karl and you guys understood the fact that the empire was about to perish... But now, what else can you do after waking up again? Why do you have to think so much? What? You don't have it either.
Have you thought about it? You just want to fight? At the same time, go to the targets that have not been captured yet? London! You guys just want to see the targets of the 'Sea Lion' plan? Okay! Let's go!" Fafnir in the dark
He was talking to the unknown things like this - when the surroundings were shrouded in light again, these skeletons wrapped in phosphorus fire were already standing in the corridor of the huge airship. In front of them was a huge window, and outside was
Crazy clouds and dark sea………….
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