Chapter 912 Blood Prison Pain
Striker suddenly found that the familiar jungle had become so uneasy, as if there were countless pairs of hungry eyes staring at him in the darkness, making him instinctively observe the surroundings, and His movements produced the faintest rumble of water in the water near his calves.
Suddenly, something rushed out from the forest behind them. It was the size of a person and resembled a humanoid, but its legs were slightly shorter than human standards and its arms were longer.
It looked like an ape-like creature, red skinned, skinny, with a pair of horns on its head, a brass mark on its triangular head, and a set of pale yellow vicious eyes, without a nose. The second organ on the face is a huge mouth, full of fangs and sharp teeth only found in carnivores, and the lips are pulled back tightly.
It rushed and screamed, brandishing a rusty, bloody sword in its hand.
The soldiers screamed and fired at it, but the monster jumped over a half-sunken log, its long tongue suddenly thrust forward.
In an instant, the tongue pierced the head of a soldier holding a flamethrower. The tongue rolled up the pale yellow brain and retracted into the monster's mouth, causing it to laugh happily.
Then the sword in its hand penetrated the chest of another Catachan soldier, causing the strong man to shrivel into a withered skeleton in an instant.
"Draft!!"
In everyone's shock, Stryker opened fire.
The surging bomb suddenly hit the monster's torso. It bent backwards and fell into the green pool, with water splashing everywhere.
It was still struggling. Stryker rushed forward, crushed the opponent's head with one foot, and used explosive bombs to blow the opponent's body into two pieces before stopping.
"What the hell is that-"
Strike was about to yell, but there was no time.
Another one is coming, then another, then a fourth.
They burst out of the twisted shadows, roaring, regardless of the fate of the first.
"Fire!! Don't be in a daze, just fire if you don't want to die!!"
Stryker fired while giving orders, but there were many targets and he couldn't solve them alone, he needed others. help.
The frightened militiamen hurriedly raised their guns, but their trembling hands had no accuracy at all.
The monster rushed into the crowd and started a killing spree.
For a moment, blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and heads were rolling.
Although the militiamen were useless, they at least bought time. Stryker gathered the Catachan around him, hit one of them with a volley, slowed it down, and then aimed for the head. Kill. But others didn't even hit the tree.
In the shadows, more of these red-skinned creatures emerged, half a dozen, a dozen, all rushing towards this side.
Only he and Bell hit some. The injured apes fell screaming and sank into the darkness, but others rose up, their teeth yellow in the eerie light.
“Boss! There are too many of these ghost things, we can’t go on like this!”
"I know!"
One guy got too close and Stryker couldn't hit it with his gun. The guy stretched out his sword and tried to slit his throat.
Strike kicked the opponent's sword away, then grabbed the beast's throat with his backhand, lifted it up, and threw it out like a scarecrow.
“Withdraw! Let’s withdraw!”
Knowing that continuing to struggle would only lead to the annihilation of the entire army, Stryker had no choice but to abandon the militiamen.
The Catachan began to quickly leave the battlefield, leaving the militia behind and becoming the demon's meal.
At this time, the sky was already black as if stained by charcoal, and even the jungle itself began to change, the flowers and grass were dyed brown, ominous figures hovered in the treetops, and the most common shrubs The bush has also lost all its leaves and has become a trap full of sharp thorns and hooks, like a prison. The thorns and branches are white and cold, like bones. Stryker had never seen anything like this.
"Sir!"
Suddenly, a Catachan raised his head and pointed to the sky.
Stryker looked up and saw that the sky had turned into a squirming mass of flesh and blood, with purple spots in it.
Poison soaked the sky, he knew it.
At this time, a burst of singing sounded, blending into his own heartbeat and breathing, blending into the sound of the wind -
It was a beautiful, seductive song full of love.
Look up, look, look -
Stryker raised his bloody face to meet the breeze, and the whole world seemed to blend perfectly into the music.
Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and then his whole body twisted, and he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.
"Don't look at the sky! Keep your heads down! Don't look at the sky!!!"
But he was finished when he spoke. The eyes of the earliest Catachan soldier had been flooded with blood, and his whole body was covered with blood. The man knelt on the ground and began to giggle and murmur.
"They are coming and we will be part of them, part of them"
He stared at the polluted stars, and the light from the rift in the deep sky descended on the entire world.
Suddenly, the singing turned to screaming, and the soldier's head was blown to pieces in a burst of gunfire.
Amid everyone's shock, Stryker withdrew his gun with a livid face and said to Catachan, who was surrounded by people with their heads hanging down:
"If I become like this, you can do the same. Do, remember, we Catachans can die and be torn apart, but we must not become slaves of heretics!"
"Yes!"
When Stryker finally returned to the convoy with the remaining soldiers, he found that the place was also in chaos, and demons had begun to appear on both sides of the road.
Without saying a word, he led the Catachan soldiers to grab a few vehicles, and commanded the vehicles that could still move to start to retreat - most of the soldiers who were frightened by the demon could no longer organize themselves. , he knows better than anyone else, so preserving the main force is the only option.
When no one expected, the ancient rift on the Pai Shang Star was unsealed.
A portal leading directly to the subspace was reopened, and a wave of demons rushed out of it, spreading from Attica to the entire planet, rushing towards the camp established by Colonel Stryker.
This time, although the Catachans and the militia were ready for battle, no matter how hard they tried, they could not resist the wave of destruction released by the rift in hell. A desperate struggle broke out in Olympus On the gentle slopes of the Si Mountains.
Waves composed of demonic creatures repeatedly impacted the line formed by the defenders. After heroic fighting and huge sacrifices, Stryker barely managed to prevent the camp from being engulfed by the first wave of attacks.
Even so, Colonel Stryker also knew that continuing to hold on to the newly built base would eventually lead to the total destruction of his men. If they were huddled together in a single place, they would be destroyed by the hell pouring out of the fissures of hell. The army was easily overwhelmed.
In pain, Colonel Stryker ordered his men to disperse and retreat to the underground explorer fortresses all over the Paiji planet. He knew very well that no settlement could withstand the attack, but the remote fortresses scattered everywhere If you can delay the demon army, you may be able to wait until the imperial reinforcements arrive.
This defense method is very cruel, because every defense point is destined to be dead, but Stryker has no choice.
The Battle of Pandora has entered a new stage due to the changes in the Death Star.
(End of this chapter)