Chapter 310:

...By the time he saw the wall dissolving, the priest from realized how stupid he was and imagined that men like him might resist the intruder. The man on the left was shattered by a shot of a whole stone being cleaned up.
Then pass him. The billowing gray dust seemed to shred the blood and flesh in the air absurdly.
The man on the right died in just a second. He raised his head and raised the railing to measure his throw. Scorching light
After a while, a lamp drilled a hole in the right eye, and then a little bit of the brain spewed out from the impossibly neat exit wound above
The item on his neck may or may not be responsible for the release of the weapon
Arrived in a second. By then, the corpse had begun to recede, and the limbs were lifeless.
The defender originally intended to throw the hot pot at the enemy truck and went the wrong way, but his arm grasped it
Losing his power too suddenly, the original bomb fell dullly on the sand. The stone jar broke. of
The wick ignited the leaking oil. It looks more like a broken lamp than a weapon of war.
This is all we have! The priest thought, his mind was spinning in panic. No one who fights-just a poor broken lamp, matching our light
Against the scorching sun at noon.
The ugly clouds that spurted from the broken body of the first dying man extended to ten feet behind him
Start to solve and dissipate. The priest of can recognize two severed legs and an unsightly lump that was once
The head, but the arms have been bounced away and can’t be seen, and the torso and abdomen are torn into small
Shred.
Personnel farther from the left and right sides of the Hell Priest are also in bad condition. Those who were not blown up or blown up by the bolt
The bullet gun is being crushed and maimed by falling rocks. Some of them are screaming, but not many. nobody
Running away. Everything happened too fast.
The priest realized that it was too late and the only reason he was still standing was still able to see what was happening on each side of him
After a while, there is a wall in front of him, no more than four or five feet wide,
Avoided the first careless cleaning of the heavy bolt gun.
He knows that the temporary respite is short, and the second cleaning will reduce him like the first cleaning
companion.
Even in the craziest nightmare, he had never imagined such a destructive power. Someone told him that there was such a thing
Gunner and Gunner-someone told him what they can do-but his imagination can't turn these words into
Accurate image.
Now he knows how stupid it is to see the wall as a real defense. This seems to be a protected vantage point, since then
He and his companions can land missiles on the intruder's car, but this is not the case. Kulsancandela does not have a wall
Can provide adequate cover for large-scale imperial firepower.
This is not a skirmish. It was a massacre. If proceeded in accordance with these terms, the defense against
War, but only stupidity: endless barbaric sacrifices were provided to the war machine of the hungry Karazhandra.
Hell priests have always known that the missiles that defenders possess-arrows, stones, javelins and hot pots are simply pitiful
Compared with guns owned by the enemy.
Although there are thousands of enemies, at most tens of thousands-and Calzacandela’s defenders
Thousands of them, he naively insisted that no matter how many battles the defender loses, the intruder
It is impossible to win the war.
Now he knows the difference.
Someone told him that the invaders had only a few boltmen and only a few bullet guns, and that most of their troops would
It is equipped with crude weapons produced in the Karazhandra factory. But he now knows that even a few bolt hands and
Enough to bring the intruder into the deepest place.
Once they occupied Lintra and the port of Kamos, it was impossible to get rid of them. Even if they are exhausted
In order to achieve this main goal, every bolt housing and every power component will not be able to move.
There is a heartland. What could stop them? To be sure, there is no one like him. Not even magic, any form he has
Used to be a witness.
The priest from is determined to make one last effort before he falls, doing his best to throw his javelin-even though he knows
So that he would die in a few seconds, he could not fully expose his head long enough to aim at the target. He heard
The head of the javelin hit the hard metal and knew it had bounced harmlessly from the armor.
Even if he risks raising his head, he cannot do better in extreme situations, but as he sees it,
The last part of the wall burst, knowing that the explosion was about to blow him to pieces, he cursed himself for his failure.
Of course, once he is dead, it doesn't matter the last thought, or the emotion that stirred him the last time.
heart. If he died by the prayer on his lips or by being with him, he would never serve the gods of Gulzakandra or Gulzakandra again.
In his heart, he hoped that the intentions of the intruder were not as violent as the wisdom of the dreamer predicted.
It doesn’t matter, the priest’s own severed head bounced on the ground, covered with blood and dust, whether his fate belongs to him or not.
Alone or more, symbolizing the fate of the entire continent. No one sees it fall, but it is moving fast or slow
Gunmen who see this kind of thing happen often, and even any death has no meaning.
If they have a better understanding of what they are, or what they should represent, the intruder might think that Jakon’s
Death is still not that important. In the context of a world, what might the death of a person in a world mean?
The battlefield spans 400 billion stars. This war may last for 1 billion years, and it will never be won?
Chapter One
¯ ¯ Under the tree of metal ion Hill, he found that the huge plumes of dust way out of amber
waste. As soon as he saw them, he knew they were strange. He often sees drivers approaching
In the village from that direction, cavalry usually moves in groups in trotting or galloping, or sitting camels in groups.
He has seen gangster trains chased faster by brigade bandits twice, but even they have not been dusty.
No matter what is happening now.
He told himself anxiously that it must be some kind of unusual wind. Maybe this is the beginning of a violent but localized storm, or
Even an earthquake
Li Huai only lived for fifteen years and had never experienced an earthquake, but he had heard of it. He has experienced
A hundred sandstorms, but never saw such a storm, but he never really saw the beginning of the storm, so he could not
Make sure they didn't start this way.
Either way, this phenomenon is new and deserves close attention, so he stood up and walked out of the shadow of the shadow.
His crown gazes at the distant sunlight, covering his eyes.
Amber waste is an awkward area for travelers. Crystalline sand that prevents the soil from growing
The crops are usually sharp and hard, and if a particularly annoying specimen is trapped between the horse’s and hoof
Can pierce the sacred part of a horse's hoof, pierce the living flesh in it. The seemingly soft camel, always
Living in the wasteland, instead of sharing the territory occupied by human colonists, nature is more resistant
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