"How could this happen?!"
At this mont, Feng Zhiyong saw the scene in front of him, and the shock in his heart had long ravaged his mind like a flood.
He clenched his hands tightly, and a towering rage was reflected in his eyes.
Ghost Assassin, Qi Gong Master, Ironmaster.
No one could have imagined that the situation, which was just nearly victorious, would turn into this state, with three diligent warriors dying so tragically here.
Professionals.
Judging the strength of a force, the quantity and quality of professionals are key. Although the army has excellent physiques, in the temporary thousand-man team ford by Feng Zhiyong, there are only thirteen professionals. The other nine guard two urban districts, while he has the Ghost Assassin and others by his side.
These people are almost like his personal guards, following him in battles everywhere, accumulating countless achievents.
Dead.
The once mighty three professionals, who had already been forged into heroes in the military, clearly saw a glimr of victory, yet now... they have been plunged into boundless darkness due to the appearance of the Deford Beast.
"Squad leader, you even killed the squad leader!"
"And Brother Zhang, he was the one who brought into the army!"
"What the hell are you?! I don’t believe you can’t be killed!"
"Third Squad, follow my orders, open fire!"
A burst of angry shouts erupted, and at this mont, over twenty people stood up. Among them were young warriors, aging veterans, mbers of the cooking squad, with fighting abilities varied, but they had one thing in common; they were all soldiers. Having fought as a unit, they had long regarded each other as brothers. Watching the Ghost Assassin and others die so tragically, these people burned with anger and raised their guns, pulling the trigger towards the Deford Beast.
Over twenty people shouted to bolster their courage, standing at the forefront, facing head-on the Silver Deford Beast that brought them disaster.
The warriors’ attacks were not entirely ineffective; the overwhelming ammunition bombarded the Deford Beast’s body, with several fearless warriors charging to within five ters, improving bullet accuracy significantly at close range.
"Roar..."
The Deford Beast’s body lacked hard shell armor, only a thick layer of fat, making it rely flesh and blood. Plus, previously being severely injured by the Ironmaster, these bullets easily penetrated its body, splattering countless blood rivulets.
It can be defeated!
It’s rely flesh and blood; provided ample ammunition, it can be killed!
Before the warriors could celebrate, the Deford Beast suddenly took a step forward, swinging its forelimbs, directly striking several people at the front!
Blood splattered onto one cook’s face; he froze, only feeling a stench at his nose as his vision turned red. In front of him, three comrades were slashed open and completely severed from the waist down, with only a few strands of flesh connecting them.
Large volus of blood flowed onto the ground; with so brain functioning, these people emitted ghost-like wailing sounds, dragging half-bodies, crawling madly on the ground.
It hurts, doesn’t it?
Must hurt, doesn’t it?
The cook only felt a soul-burning pain striking his fear nerves; the next mont, he felt heat atop his head, slowly lifting his head, only to see a pair of bloodthirsty eyes...
Witnessing the Deford Beast breaking into the crowd left the rear warriors bewildered and panicked, so having picked up guns but dropping them the next mont.
The Deford Beast’s mouth held a warrior; it didn’t directly crush his body, seemingly taunting and tornting him, dangling him casually, with saliva and blood splattering. So barely recognized it as Little Wang from the cooking squad, a sowhat shy southern boy...
"Stop!"
The Vine Mage was shocked and dismayed; he hurriedly gathered strength in the ground. Instantly, several sturdy vines appeared, fiercely binding the Deford Beast!
"Roar..."
However, before the Vine Mage could breathe a sigh of relief, the Deford Beast roared angrily, exerting its body forcefully, instantly breaking the vines. A Silver Level entity, especially one maddened by severe injuries, could not be restrained by re vines!
Terrifying!
Feng Zhiyong’s hair was disheveled, his body trembling non-stop; the Deford Beast’s strength was beyond his expectation. So many bullets couldn’t kill it; what kind of monster was this on the other side...?
To let the Deford Beast continue its rampage or... fire the shots now?
Now is the best chance; the Deford Beast is in a frenzied killing spree; heavy firepower advancent now will ensure its death, but... what about those warriors?
Firing will an those warriors will also beco sacrifices.
At this mont, Feng Zhiyong was caught in a dilemma, even hearing two voices beside his ear: No, they are your most loyal soldiers with a chance to survive, and another voice: Fire! This is the best opportunity; once the monster breaks out, it will require a huge price to recapture it!
Cannot wait!
So many have already died; if giving up now, the Deford Beast will surely beco a hidden danger.
The Deford Beast appeared unexpectedly.
Once targeted by these beasts, the thought alone made him quite troubled.
Feng Zhiyong clenched his fists, his eyes nearly bulging out, watching those warriors, with strong guilt and apology flashing in his eyes.
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