The pus and blood that gushed out like the tide not only roughly destroyed the black insect tide, but also made contact with the first defensive barrier. The thick sandbags and ceramic metal plates blocked the increasingly surging waves. The heat flow from the flamethrower and the unburned fuel floated on the water. The bright orange-red flames were like small floating islands in a torrent. The smoke emitted by the underburned oil could not cover up the fishy smell of the blood tide. Even Laura Crawford, who was at the highest point of the firepower network, was almost disgusted because of the rotten stench. Fortunately, the first secret regiment soldier next to her handed over a breathing mask, which made her feel that the odor that occupied her nose tightly like a mucous membrane was relieved a lot, so that she would not vomit all her bile.

She could not imagine what would happen to the Secret Master who was still standing in front of the Silver Stone Gate at this moment. However, what she saw next was destined to be unforgettable to her for life, and she had no time to think about the situation of those people in front of the Silver Stone Gate - accompanied by the surging of red and black tides, pink and white objects floating on the water. At first, no one cared about these obstacles, but until more and more of these things, they finally formed isolated, blood-stained reefs. Those things looked like someone was hurriedly removed from the broken human body of muscles and skin, as well as fragments of fat and hair-bearing skin. What was even more strange was that there were still fresh blood vessels and tendons on those bones, as if there was a terrifying human slaughterhouse under the water, and this was the sewer of the slaughterhouse.

The black beetle floating on the blood wave climbed up the Alpha fortification at the front with the kinetic energy of the liquid. The hard barrel and flamethrower were gradually gnawed under the supernatural mouthpart. The blood flowing freely from life also gradually penetrated along the gap after soaking the sandbags. A soldier accidentally touched the exposed skin to the splashing liquid, and blood-red herpes appeared on the skin. Then his spirit fell into madness. The first secret group and five genetically modified soldiers had to give up their defense line and go to the beta fortifications. They used hot melt to clear the monsters that penetrated below with hot melt condescendingly. At the same time, they also ordered the soldiers behind to bring more sandbags and hot melt bombs over. The blood tide must not overwhelm all fortifications.

Laura Crawford tentatively fired a shot at something floating on the water. The bullets smashed the red and white brown reefs, raised the half-solidified red and black liquid in the sky and the bone slag sticking to the minced meat. She finally confirmed that the thing was the human body. The officer with command finally ordered the defense platform to open fire in full. In the blink of an eye, thousands of bullets and shells flew towards the wreckage reefs in the blood. The impact of the explosion echoed in the skulls of all ordinary people. Laura Crawford grew his mouth.

, in order to prevent the gunshots of the explosive weapon platform beside her from shattering her brain. The explosive bombs, plasma and individual missiles poured out dazzling light bands that illuminated the cave in the dim environment, destroying the wreckage reefs without any resistance, leaving broken bones and evaporating holes. Some residual fat was even ignited by tracer bomb warheads and flamethrowers, and thick yellow and white smoke came out between the bones with some shreds of flesh.

Although the power of technology has gained the upper hand in a short period of time, all the wreckage reefs that emerge cannot resist the power of explosion and high temperature, a new one will emerge every time a wreckage reef approaching the defensive front is destroyed. The slippery and bloody bones grow from under the bones that have become dry and hard. The reefs and reefs are connected to form a narrow floating island, just like a volcano at the junction of the moving plates. This is not something that can be killed. Angry emotions linger in the hearts of every soldier. The training they receive is for killing, but what they have to face at this moment is not a creature that can be killed by the weapons in their hands, but a phenomenon caused by supernatural forces. The burnt smoke that evaporates from the sea of ​​blood is definitely not a symbol of victory.

The crimson thunder smashed into the silver stone door out of thin air. Through the blurred smoke, Laura Crawford could only vaguely see the golden glow reflected from the power armor of the Guards shrouded in smoke, as well as the huge rubies on Wanda Maximov's iconic red hair and snake bone staff. She could not understand the vague non-human language from behind the curtain of reality, and could not understand the dazzling flashes and roars after the smoke. Compared to her, the first secret regiment soldiers who had experienced the battle of the town of Noah Dunn were much more calm. Although they were still numb from the supernatural phenomenon and were irritated by the inability to defeat the real enemy, at least they were not as at a loss as ordinary people with fragile minds.

Wanda Maximov stood behind Seraphin's shield and looked at the indescribable terrifying existence inside the silver stone gate through the flashing sparks. It was an extremely huge eyeball, but after the initial fear, Wanda felt that the look was familiar. However, reality did not give her room to think. She waved her staff again and summoned the crimson thunder into the door, like a huge vortex formed by dense stars. Accompanied by a painful cry that was almost impossible to hear from the human ear, the eye disappeared.

Just as originally expected, there is no real space behind the silver stone door, but a space-time structure scar. The curtain of reality is torn apart behind the door, and the illusory predators in the Aether Ocean cannot wait to put on the skin of the victim and create spiritual turmoil in the material universe that can penetrate the barrier and nourish the external dimensions. Gods, demons, and elves, no matter what they call them, they cannot change their essence. Just knowing their existence is enough to distort the human spirit. Even the well-trained secret mage of Kama Taj needs to resist the whispers behind the door at all times, control their thoughts and keep their focus.

Prayer is the most appropriate means, and mantras are routine exercises for concentration.

A red and purple storm brewing behind the door. No one knew what would come out behind the door. Unpreparedly, he penetrated the spirit into it as if he did not use any protective equipment to dive into the deep sea. The huge pressure and the imprecise etheric torrent were enough to make people completely lost, leaving only an empty shell occupied by creatures in the outer dimension. The guard Supiluliumas killed the deformed creatures that crashed into the material universe from behind the door at a speed that ordinary people could not see clearly. The sharp blade of the flashing electric current cuts through the tough skin like tanned leather and the recurve joints filled with fluid. At the same time, he skillfully shot and executed a young secret mage whose tentacles appeared in his ears.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He glanced at Wanda Maximov, the daughter of Sithorne. In addition to supervising the entire work process, the most important thing for his work is to monitor Wanda Maximov's mental state. Wanda Maximov's job is to study what is behind the door and throw his mind towards the place where conventional psychological perception cannot be understood.

"I need time to cast spells," Modu said. Other Kama Taj secret mages were struggling to bind the door, and he led other more intelligent secret mages to start trying to counter-curse to close the scar. Even if this attempt is likely to fail, because there has never been a case in history that truly eliminates the scars of space-time structures. Except for the law of the material universe forcibly closed it, all human efforts can only be briefly bridged rather than healed.

"Shoot!" The calm voice of the Imperial Guard Supiluliumas came from the communicator. Due to external dimension energy and electromagnetic radiation, the voice of the Imperial Guard was mixed with vague current noise at this moment. The flesh and blood were chopped and creepy screams were also transmitted into the ears of all soldiers through the pickups of the Imperial Guard's power armor. Then two gunshots came from the stone gate. The Imperial Guard seemed to be struggling to chop something, and something seemed to be moving behind the stone gate. Under the illumination of the searchlight, deformed claws, translucent skin and bone plates, tentacles and twisted limbs were vaguely revealed. "Towards the place where the stone gate is opened, ten meters high!"
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