Chapter 1069: Souls and Dancers (2)

　　 This is the first time Tato has tasted witchcraft directly.
　　 All those horror rumors spread among regiments and regiments are obviously true. Those cultists possess mysterious knowledge far beyond the rational understanding of mortals. They are demon-like wizards.
　　 Bang~~~!
　　 A shock wave slammed him to the ground, his mouth full of blood, and sand in his nose.
　　 He propped up his body and saw a soldier lying curled up beside him, his scorched body smoking.
　　 In a string of bright explosions, he saw many corpses scattered around, and the sand beneath them melted.
　　 He never thought that a raid on a cult stronghold would evolve into this look, although there are cult strongholds on the battlefield that are scary enough.
　　 They performed a secret mission, which meant that it was basically impossible to have reinforcements.
　　 "Senior--"
　　 The team's deputy captain rushed out of the flash, he was yelling at Tato.
　　 Tato could see the other party's mouth moving, but could not hear anything.
　　The deputy captain then pulled Tato up until his hearing was gradually recovering, but all voices were intermittent.
　　 "To... go... those... we... impossible...!"
　　 "What? What are you talking about?"
　　 "...many...all...to...that... idiot!"
　　 Suddenly, this flaming hail stopped suddenly.
Tato blinked and looked at the mess around him. He heard a lot of sounds in the sudden silence: the crackling sound of the flames and the screams of the wounded, but everything was intermittent in his semi-deaf ears .
　　 "Damn it!"
　　 A voice shouted sharply, terribly clear.
　　The cultists rushed over.
　　 Those cultists who were once civilians and now are lunatics-emerged from the gradually falling night, poured out from the shadows, and swept into the land of flames.
　　 Their crimson robes danced, and the bright brass-colored mark on the forehead reflected the fire.
　　 They waved their long knives, or axes, some of which carried flags that flew like kites in the air, painted with the imprint of the blood god.
　　 The most terrifying among them are some cultists with mutated bodies, called fanatics. They hold a half-height two-handed axe, which is a primitive, brutal, but shockingly effective weapon.
　　 It looks like a variant spear, like the edge of a sickle is straightened, the lower part is the handle, and the upper part is the barbed axe blade, with a little arc, very sharp.
　　 A highly skilled fan can swing his tomahawk like a flail, cut off his arms and head, and even cut off his waist.
　　The blade can penetrate almost all metals.
　　 The earliest encounters with the enemy's green devil were harvested like a corn by the rotating battle axe, their arms and heads flew into the air, the arterial blood was ejected, and the broken body fell to the ground.
　　 also fired several guns, but that was not a resistance at all.
　　 Seeing Tato, he rushed forward.
　　 "Wake up! Wake up!"
　　 shouted as he shot with a pistol.
　　 "Put them down! Pick up your guns! Pick up your knives! Don't let them rush over!"
　　 But they have rushed over.
　　 The sandy ground at night was full of corpses and corpses of Green Devil soldiers and Republic soldiers. There was a subtle mist of blood floating in the warm air, which Tato could taste.
　　 "Blood sacrifice blood god!!!"
　　 His hearing was restored, his ears were filled with the hissing of the massacre, the sound of the tomahawk's slashing, the horrifying howl of the cultist, and the screams of his soldiers.
　　 Tato took the lead, with one hand holding a shotgun and firing, with the other hand pulling out his sword.
　　As they have been fighting against Ok for a long time, there is no reason to lose to these cult lunatics. This is just an accident.
　　He is so comforting.
　　 "Cranial cranium!!"
　　A fanatic screamed and threw at him. Tato raised his hand and blasted away the other person's face. The man turned his head and flew back.
　　Another axe swung over in an instant, and Tato ducked sideways, kicked the man to the ground, and pierced him with a knife.
　　 Then he knelt on one knee and leveled the shotgun with the muzzle on the handle, aimed at the two enemies who were charging, and knocked them down.
　　 The moment they fell backward, the crimson robe flew up like blood spilled.
　　 There are three other soldiers beside Tato who are constantly killing the enemy with precise bursts.
　　 But there are still more and more cultists, as if the source is constant, Tato's heart keeps sinking.
　　 This is obviously not an ordinary cult stronghold. It is not a simple matter to be able to hide so many people in the war zone. He suddenly doubted the nature of this mission.
　　 "Damn! Damn! We have to withdraw!"
　　Vice captain also shouted while firing.
　　 "We need help! Immediately! Let people go to area 23 for help!"
　　 "Stay on the spot."
　　 Suddenly, Tato heard a voice, but he did not carry any communication facilities.
　　 "We are mobilizing troops to your position."
"hurry up!"
　　 subconsciously immediately shouted.
　　 "Immediately! We are being slaughtered!"
　　 Then, he realized that he was talking to the air.
　　 At this time, a soldier beside him fell down suddenly, his body was split in half, and blood suddenly sprayed in all directions.
　　Tato twisted his body and saw a sturdy figure with his head set in a barbed iron cage, and his bones covered with bone spurs were turning his tomahawk to prepare for the next attack.
　　 The axe can be really big, almost as big as Tato, and the jagged axe is covered with minced meat
　　Tato waved his knife and tried to parry the enemy's weapon.
But the edge of the battle axe was just a pale red phantom in the dark purple twilight, which instantly passed through the root of his thumb, cut off all his fingers and the upper half of the palm, and struck his knife. .
　　 That axe was so fast that Tato didn't feel any pain at first.
"what!"
　　 He stumbled back, watching the small blood flow pouring out of his destroyed hand.
　　 Tomahawk waved back again, leaving a shiny trail in the air.
　　 But did not fall.
　　 Another weapon blocked it.
　　The sharp edge of time intersects, the tomahawk that was slashed down is bounced off, and then a dark figure flashes, killing the terrible fanatic with a blasting shot.
　　 The newcomer is a mysterious figure wearing a black carapace with his head wrapped in a bat-shaped helmet.
　　 His armor has long claw blades on his wrists, and he holds a smoking odd-shaped pistol in his right hand.
　　 He looked down at Tato~EbookFREE.me~ Be brave. "
"who are you?"
　　 This is the deputy captain just rushed to Tato.
　　 "Band this person's hands."
　　 The guy told the medical soldiers who had arrived, then turned around and returned to the battlefield, professionally dancing the claws of his hands.
　　 And he is not alone.
　　 While the medical soldiers bandaged his hands, Tato saw dozens of mysterious figures join the battle, emerging from the shadows like ghosts.
　　 Each is beyond the slenderness of ordinary people, looks hidden under suitable helmets, with guns and knives.
　　 Their actions have Superman's swiftness and even Superman's power.
　　 Within a few minutes, they turned this wave of cult attacks into nothingness. They specially selected those leaders to start. The black large-caliber pistol roared like a thunderstorm, and the red robe turned into fragments.
　　Especially the person wearing the bat helmet, whenever he passed the crowd, at least four or five heads or arms were flying.
　　 "What are they..."
　　Tato exclaimed.
　　 "Keep awake, sir, keep awake."
　　 "I can't die...but who are they?"
　　 "You shed a lot of blood."
　　 "Nothing will happen."
　　Tato assured.
　　 "Those people... those guys... why do they appear here."
　　The deputy captain did not answer. He was staring at the den where the cultists had gathered before—a rich mansion.
　　 "Holy Father..."
　　 At this moment, the mansion was burning, and a long and thin projection was reflected in the air through the firelight.