Apocalyptic Dark Age

The sunken ice cave like a crystal palace poured in under Huo Meier's hands. Countless bright reds splashed out in an instant. The hot blood melted the buildings carved from ice and snow, revealing the mountains of wealth inside. These wealth could not bring any improvement to the lives of Russian women and children. The protection of the treasures only angered the women who came from the northern wilderness. They found the symbols of their former tribes on the marks of these treasures.

The women and children of the Russians are not lambs to be slaughtered. They have also experienced the cruelty of the world of ice and snow. Each of them is no worse than the warriors of the deserters, and is even more ferocious. Even if their limbs are broken, they still use their teeth to bite the enemy. Violence is perfectly translated in them.

It is a pity that all resistance is ineffective in the face of the women of the wilderness whose absolute combat power is better than that of the Russian men. Under the crazy piercing of the swords of Xianjun Jialuo and Xianfeng Jialuo, the Russian women and children are no more difficult to solve than the lambs. A massacre took place in this beautiful complex of buildings.

The scale-armored clone was enjoying the negative emotions caused by the massacre, accumulating every bit of negative mental power, and at the same time observing the difference in mental power between Russian women and children and men. When Russian women and children were massacred, they did not feel angry, but Resentment that is more desperate than anger, this hatred exceeds any kind of spiritual power absorbed by the scale armor clone, and is more abundant than the negative spiritual power gained from killing tens of thousands of Ross men.

When the Ice and Snow Palace returned to its former peace from the killings, the corpses lying on the ground were like patterns on a red carpet, spread across the entire ice cave floor, and the gurgling blood melted into deep ravines on the ice. , more than a thousand women holding sharp blades, looking like Shura, stood in the stream where blood gathered, breathing heavily, the fierce murderous intent in their eyes had not dissipated, and the empty eyes of the Russian children at their feet still retained killing. figure of the person.

Compared with the woman who was covered in blood and looked like Shura, Huo Meier was still bloodless as usual. On her snow-white skin, two delicate blushes made her as fresh as a flower stamen, and the order flowed from her mouth like water. There was a clear and clear sound like the tapping of jade, and soon the women woke up from their murderous hearts, put down their swords in silence, and collected various materials to prepare for the next expedition.

After several killings, Huo Meier has fully grown into an excellent commander. Whether it is assigning tasks or controlling the rhythm of the battlefield, he is as good as his fingers. A tough battle in which an enemy who is several times stronger is attacked head-on, but the result is disastrous. She saw one percent of the opponent's casualties, including very few dead and most of the injured with minor injuries. It was a world of difference from her first command.

An inspiring victory did not make Huo Meier any more proud. As usual, after the battle, she disappeared from the battlefield, and her belly came to the most remote corner, where stood silently the scales that blended into the shadows. A clone.

"Lord Holy Lord, where should we go next?"

Every time after completing a task, or when she had doubts, Huo Meier would always go to the scaled clone to ask for guidance. Except for Huo Meier, no other woman dared to approach this saint who exuded an evil and terrifying aura all over his body. Lord.

Except for the first time he took action to rescue Huo Meier and others, the scale-armored clone never took action again. Even in the most difficult battle, he just stood aside and watched coldly, and would not appear next to women at ordinary times. , no one has ever seen him eating, sleeping, or solving personal problems. He is like a cold statue, with no trace of humanity in his body.

As the first batch of rescued women died in battle, were disabled, sick and other reasons, they withdrew from the team. The scale armor clones gradually dimmed in the hearts of the women, and they gradually regarded scale armor clones as a taboo topic, which widened the distance between the two parties.

Only Huo Meier dared to stand in front of the peak. Maybe it was because she knew that she could not resist the opponent's strength. Maybe it was because she got the release of the scale armor clone after her first command mistake. In the days of the next battle, the scale armor clone The position in her heart is getting higher and higher, rising to the level of admiration. Even she herself doesn't know this, because she will not refuse any order of the scale armor clone. No matter how ridiculous it is, she will go with the determination to die. implement.

"I'll give you two choices. Take your people back to the wilderness and the commander-in-chief will give you a due reward, or continue forward and fight to the real home base of the Ross people..."

The scale-armored clone never explained his intentions to others. Just now, he intercepted the information about the Russians from the chaotic thoughts of the Russian women and children before they died. These Russians who invaded the wilderness were just the vanguard, because Nu Xue Due to the storm, contact with the rear was temporarily lost. Once the passage was reopened, more Russians would flood into the wilderness and locusts would spread.

Naturally, the scale-armored clones don't care about the number of Ross people. They only care about whether they can successfully complete the task of breaking through the permanently frozen ice field. The Ross people's lair is one of the escape routes for the population to evacuate the wilderness in the future. No matter how many Ross people there are, the scale-armored clones They will be resolutely eliminated and use powerful terrorist power to fight for the living space of the Chinese people.

Giving Huo Meier a choice was not the intention of the scale-armored clone. This trip to the Ross people's lair was dangerous and unpredictable. There was a high chance that Huo Meier and these women would never be able to return. With Gao Feng's strength Personality, naturally he is not willing to mistreat those who work hard for him, but Gao Feng will not refuse blindly. If Huo Meier can bring the woman back alive, he will give Huo Meier unimaginable benefits.

Huo Mei'er didn't hesitate for even a second, her eyes shone with perseverance, and she didn't care at all that her beautiful appearance was distorted in hatred:

"Without the Holy Lord, we would have died in the dirty camp of the Night Demon. The men in the wilderness cannot protect us, cannot rescue us, and cannot avenge the hundreds of thousands of women and children who died. We must avenge ourselves, even if we die. regret……."

"Give you a day to rest, prepare supplies and set off..."

The scale-armored clone didn't say much, and the soul's whisper was as concise as before. Huo Mei'er looked at the gradually dimming red demonic eyes, opened her mouth to say something, but in the end did not speak, suppressing the little pounding heart in her heart. deepest.

"If you see the true face of the Holy Lord, even if you die, you won't have any regrets, right?"

This thought that made her panic flashed through her mind, and she came to the middle of the women who were sorting out the battlefield. The faint blush on her face suddenly disappeared, and her hazy eyes returned to coldness and severity. She looked at the few people who looked at her with regret. Junjia Luo said in a deep voice:

"One day to rest, and one day later, we walked through the ice field and found the Night Demon's lair..."

When the scale-armored clone decided to break through the frozen ice field, Wu Dao and Xian Zhao, who had been out of contact, were in desperate situation at the edge of the frozen ice field. Of course, it was not near the exit of the northern wilderness, but close to the area of ​​Europe in the previous life. This was not Like the permafrost ice fields, the world is full of desolation of ice and snow. On the contrary, this place is full of vitality, with vast forests covering the rolling mountains, iceberg grasslands, gurgling streams, and white elk digging out grass in the snow to chew. The scene is full of life. The vivid beauty of paradise.

It's a pity that Wu Dao and Xian Zhao didn't take these into consideration. The stealth chariot has searched an area of ​​more than 100 square kilometers and has not found any way out. This paradise is framed by mountains and is close to the manic storm outside that persists all year round. The most terrifying raging snow storm in the permanently frozen ice field. The raging snow storm is like a mixture of countless tornadoes. If it is caught in it, even a hard rock will be crushed in the chaotic airflow.

Not only is there no way out here, but the way in is cut off. To be precise, the stealth tank can no longer be invisible. The layer of passive optical materials on the body has long been worn away in the storm. The various probes and external equipment all over the body have been destroyed, and even the heavy The armor plates of the vehicle were worn away. If the stealth tank was not the most advanced and safest tank in the Northern Military Region, it would have fallen apart at the beginning of the storm.

Wu Dao was sure that there was no way out, and his face suddenly darkened, and he glared viciously at the confused Xian Zhao, while the eyes on Sheya Zhonghou's face no longer remained calm, shining with malicious light, staring equally viciously. Xian Zhao.

"Why are you looking at me? I just trust Snake Ya too much. The information was obtained through torture..."

Xian Zhao resolutely refused to admit his mistake. He knew that once he admitted his mistake, even if the other two couldn't beat him, they would pounce on him and teach him a lesson. Who told him to be a foul-mouthed man? He had to follow the information obtained through torture and step into the Russians to deliberately say Trap?

"What should we do now? The commander-in-chief is still waiting for us to bring back the news. It doesn't matter if you and I die here, but it will delay the most important evacuation of the entire strategic plan. Even if we die a thousand times, ten thousand times will not be enough..."

The angry Wu Dao could no longer recognize him, and roared at Xian Zhao. He spat spit on Xian Zhao's face unscrupulously, without saying a word, and even exposed the little tongue in his throat. Snake Fang said nothing, He took out the Viper pistol from his waist and checked the bullets one by one. While checking, he looked at Xian Zhao's neck. His thoughts were self-evident.

"Isn't there a small tribe of night demons with hundreds of people here? Go and kill them first and ask about them?"