Just like the eternal battlefield between gods and demons in mythology, artillery fire continued all the time. The artillery shells hit the ground and spattered countless fragments, cutting everything along the way. The trenches were filled with putrid corpses. The soldiers seemed to have been injured.
The evil force gradually loses its human form like a twist, roaring and waving its bayonet like a walking zombie that has lost its soul.
Waves of breeze came, stirring up yellow sand all over the sky. The muffled low roar behind the yellow sand echoed on the battlefield. Black flies flew past like vultures. They burrowed into the corpses, leaving behind countless wriggling white maggots.
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Viewed from a high altitude, the soldiers looked like countless ants on the scorched earth. They waved their deformed limbs and charged towards the only enemy. Then on the way to the charge, they were killed by pitch-black sword blades.
It's in pieces, just like the meat on the assembly line, cut into fine minced meat by a meat grinder.
The soldiers were not frightened by the broken limbs. On the contrary, they stepped on the fallen corpses and continued to move forward. With meaningless roars and sacrifices, a soldier finally approached the real enemy.
The bayonet exuded a bright light, and the soldier thrust at the enemy with all his strength. However, this blow, which cost countless people, only slightly scratched the man's skin, and then the soldier was split open on the head by the pitch-black sword blade.
This cycle of sacrifice and death keeps repeating.
The moment before he died completely, the soldier glared at the enemy. He had no mind, and it was even unclear whether he was a human being. Under the emergence of evil power, they all became more and more twisted, like monsters in the story.
Under the blank body, the soldiers only played the role of executioners in this long torture, but if they had minds, the soldiers would definitely fall into deeper despair than the executioners.
Yes, at some point, the roles were reversed, and the soldiers became the executioners, trapped in this nearly eternal space together with the crazy monster.
They couldn't kill the monster, and the monster tortured them back for eternity.
"This is a trial."
Pious, prayer-like voices sounded among the soldiers. The dark sword blade stirred up a heavy storm. The sharp blade split countless bodies. Large smeared blood was thrown into the air and turned into a continuous stream of blood.
The rain keeps falling.
Blood soaked the earth, and the earth seemed to have been soaked with blood countless times. The scorched yellow soil had already turned scarlet. Looking around, the entire battlefield turned into a scarlet earth.
On the bulging mountain of corpses, a shaky figure appeared. The clothes on his body were in tatters, barely covering his body. The exposed skin was covered with scars, some of which had healed, and some of which were still bleeding.
There was blood, and a lot of accumulated blood solidified, turning into pieces of bloody scabs that solidified on the body.
He held his sword and looked at the soldiers who charged at him again. It was already difficult to judge whether these guys were soldiers. Under the familiar military uniforms, they were just twisted bodies. He didn't think too much and just greeted them expressionlessly.
All this was like a routine task, cutting down all approaching enemies to the ground.
From time to time, soldiers would fire at him, but there were not many such soldiers. Just like those who used artillery or drove tanks, controlling such tools was not an easy task for them who had transformed into monsters.
thing.
Sometimes he will be grateful for this, which will make him face a lot less pressure.
Warm blood spilled on his cheeks. He licked his chapped lips and took the warm liquid into his mouth. During the long torture, this was the only thing he could use to quench his thirst.
"Berogo...Berogo Lazarus."
He chanted his name to ensure that he would not be lost in the killing. His tired eyes became bright again. Bologo slashed horizontally, decapitated a soldier, and removed his body.
Carry it on your body and run wildly.
As if his thin body contained endless power, Boluogo easily knocked away the crowd charging at him. Bullets fell on the bodies he was carrying, and Boluogo jumped over piles of people.
After the trench of corpses, he threw away the corpse and ran through the soldier holding the gun.
More soldiers gathered around, and the bayonets were completely attached to their flesh and blood. They made a whimpering sound, and Boluogo killed them all just like he had done hundreds and thousands of times before, leaving a place where
Stacked corpses.
The corpses were piled high, like a huge throne, with Bologg sitting in the pile of corpses. At this moment, except for the endless buzzing of flies, the battlefield was completely silent.
This was the rare moment of peace that Boluogo had during this long torture. The blazing sun was shining on his body, roasting him with a faint pain all over his body. When Boluogo entered this hell, the sun disappeared.
After falling, it is like the eyes of a god, looking at itself ruthlessly.
Boluogo also tried to find a shady place, but most of the trenches where he could hide were filled with corpses or crawling with maggots. Even in such a mess, Boluogo still hoped that he could be a little more dignified.
, to prevent those maggots from crawling onto the body.
He has not eaten, drank, or slept for a long time. In this hell, Boluogo's physiological limits have been stretched infinitely. Even if he reaches the peak, he only feels endless pain and is not truly dead.
It seems that the only way to escape here is to let these monsters eat you.
Boluogo refused to admit defeat. In order to relieve the pain, he would sometimes cut off the flesh and blood of these monsters with the appearance of soldiers, and then roast them in burning fireworks. The taste was not good, and it tasted like chewing a dry piece of meat.
Bark, he would sometimes close his eyes and meditate, but this time would not last long before he would be interrupted by incoming soldiers.
This is Asmodeus's curse.
In order to prevent himself from getting lost in the long fight, for a moment of contemplation, Boluogo would repeatedly recall what he had experienced before entering this hell, and he warned himself that it was nothing.
I still have that strong will, instead of sinking in the killing.
The time for contemplation ended quickly, and Bologg only rested for less than half an hour. Although there was nothing in this hell that could be used to judge time, Bologg had already tempered his skills during the days in the dark cell.
The ability to judge time is not a problem for him.
Boluogo clearly remembered every minute and every second he spent here, and he treated every minute and every second of torture with clarity and rationality.
The loud bugle sounded again, almost 40,000 times. Not long after, the ferocious and strange soldiers emerged from the bloody ground. They noticed Boluogo sitting on the skull throne and roared at him.
He launched another charge.
How many times?
Bologg thought about it. He remembered that the number of charges was the same as the number of bugles. This should be more than 40,000 charges, but Bologg could not recall the detailed figures.
Forget it, at least Boluogo still remembers the approximate time.
Boluogo raised his resentment and dived towards the crowd. He stepped on the cracked scarlet earth. Under the broken soil, what emerged was a decayed skull, and under the skull were more skulls.
They were piled heavily on top of each other, forming mountains on the flat land.
These are all the enemies that Boluogo killed. They fell together, and the rising sand submerged them. If he didn't recall it deliberately, sometimes Boluogo would forget that this was a hillside where corpses were piled up.
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The roaring crowd was easily dispersed by Boluogo. The first thing Boluogo dealt with was always the soldiers with firearms. Soon, Boluogo killed through the team, his figure flashing between the soldiers.
, the soldier could not aim at Boluogo at all, and when Boluogo was completely exposed in front of him, his arm was cut off along with the gun before he could pull the trigger.
If the soldiers had minds, they might imagine that Bologg was an immortal monster. They might even think that Bologg was invincible. Under the devil's conspiracy, they were imprisoned together with this monster.
In an eternal prison.
This is the devil's punishment for the soldiers, and Bologo is sent as a punishment from heaven.
Thinking of this, Boluogo felt much better. This fantasy was the rare comfort he had had since the beginning of his torture.
By the way, what were you thinking about just now?
Among the broken limbs and blood, Boluogo tried to recall. The long killing still had some effects on him. For example, Boluogo became a little less focused and a little forgetful.
Before Bologe could continue thinking, the roar of the engine approached, and a rusty tank rushed out of the slope, its gun barrel hanging down towards Bologg.
The roaring explosion sounded, and the impact knocked Boluogo to the ground. The broken body, warm internal organs, and a heavy layer of loess covered his body. Boluogo felt dizzy, and there was obvious pain all over his body.
There seemed to be shrapnel cut into the body, but it was not enough to kill Bologo.
During this long torture, Boluogo suffered countless injuries. Sometimes he thought he was dead, but it seemed that as long as the injuries were not fatal, he could always recover, as always.
Boluogo coughed hard and spit out the loess in his mouth. He felt that something was crawling on his body, which should be those white maggots.
Not far away was a crater made by a cannonball. Inside the crater were countless corpses. The land was also piled up with corpses. Boluogo almost forgot about it.
The barrel was aimed at Bologg again, but by this time Bologg had already stood up and started running wildly. The roar of the cannon sounded. Bologg easily escaped the bombardment, and the shells fell behind him, once again raising countless broken corpses.
Bologg leaned forward and sprinted, slashing through the track of the tank with his sword. Bologg liked this blade. It seemed to be eternally sharp. No matter how many enemies Bologg killed with it, it would never stop him.
There would be no gaps, no blunting, and it had served Borrogo very well in this hell.
A series of slashes not only broke the tracks, but also shattered the wheels. The tank was paralyzed on the spot. Boluogo quickly jumped on the roof of the vehicle and cut off the gun barrel with another sword.
Previously, Bologo would violently tear open the armor, rush into the vehicle and kill all the crew members. Later, he found that he only needed to paralyze the tank, and there was no need to waste energy on unnecessary things.
Bologg stood on the parked tank, and the soldiers, densely packed like ants, rushed towards him. At this time, Bologg suddenly remembered the question he had been thinking about before.
How long have you spent in this hell?
Boluogo asked himself and answered, "About... ten years?"
ten years.
For ordinary people, this is a desperate time scale, but for Boluogo, this is just a slightly harsh trial. As early as in that dark prison,
Boluogo was used to all this.
Boluogo didn't even feel despair or pain, he just felt bored and boring during this long fight.
A boring life.
Yes, that's how Bologeau described the torture that lasted ten years.
The first soldier climbed onto the tank, but before he could launch an attack, the resentful bite cut off his head, followed by the second, the third... countless others.
There is no life more boring than this.
At least during the days in the dark cell, Bologo still had time to think and think about some philosophical issues, but here, he was just killing time.
Some people would describe Boluogo as turning into a killing machine, but Boluogo feels more like a factory assembly line worker. His job is to kill all these enemies. No matter how thrilling the battle is, it has turned into a killing machine after ten years.
Just an efficient job.
It's like killing fish on an assembly line.
Bologo has long been proficient at this. Even if he only listens to the enemy's roar, he can swing the sword accurately to cut off the sound from far to near.
Sometimes Boluogo would become dejected in this torture. He would miss Palmer's cold jokes and the days of watching movies with him. He would also miss Aimu. This girl would always ask stupid questions.
Logo missed those stupid questions, and if he could, Bologo would give her a hug when he saw her again.
Burlogo also longed to taste food again, preferably a glass of ice-cold orange juice, and, if possible, get a good night's sleep.
Just thinking like this, numerous corpses lined up on the edge of the tank, one after another, like hills rising from the ground.
There are many such hills in the battlefield. After they accumulate to a certain height, they fall down. The accumulated corpses pave the ground, and then the loess submerges them. With the efforts of Boluogo, in the past ten years, the remains of this eternal battlefield have been reduced.
The level should have increased by at least several meters.
There should be no enemies left, so Borogo sat down on the roof of the car and waited for the next bugle sound.
Boluogo is a stubborn and stubborn person. He will not admit defeat... Even Irwin did not give in. Therefore, sometimes during the breaks, Boluogo would not just close his eyes and meditate. He would raise his head and look at
The blazing sun said.
"I won't admit defeat."
Boluogo's voice seemed a little dry. He had rarely spoken in the past ten years, as if he had lost the ability to speak.
"I rarely win," he added, "but I always win."
The sun dimmed, which was its first change in ten years. Then the entire sky darkened, and the shadows swallowed up the earth, submerging Bologo as well.
Boluogo did not panic. He waited quietly. There was a sound like breaking glass in the darkness, as if something was collapsing, and then a glimmer of light rose at the end of the darkness.
For the first time in ten years, Bologo smiled.
"I'm here to save you." Boluogo murmured to himself, "I'm here to save you."
Bologg raised his grievance and walked towards the light. This ten-year long fight was over, and now Bologg was going to another battle.
