Center for the Protection of Human Civilization

Another purgatory on earth.

Originally, Ryan thought that when he came to the Blood Cross Plane, his imagination of hell had reached the limit, but seeing the scene now, even he couldn't help but tremble...

Every inch of the tower was covered in flesh and blood, and countless charred people cried, screamed, wailed, laughed wildly, and blood was sprinkled in turn, penetrating into the skin of those who were not infected, and the wild laughter at the top spread downwards....

Within a few minutes, the wails faded away, and all turned into deafening laughter.

Men, women, small children, and even babies .... Their flesh-and-blood faces were so painful and abrupt in their extreme pleasure that Ryan wanted to kneel down and pray to the unknown being to grant him the most painless death...

It seems to be a wriggling tree of flesh and blood, making people want to blend in and avoid the torment and despair.

This is the status quo in front of the Royal Navy base, where countless blood crosses carnival to forge spectacles, and you only need to break through here to enter the base.

Even Albert, the best laugher in the squad, fell silent, and the deafening laughter forced the whole team to turn on the sound filtering system so as not to affect the will to fight.

"Fuck the Blood Cross... Not a single piece of this money was taken for nothing..."Listening

to the slightly trembling voice of Olega, a strong Russian man, Ryan was silent and continued to move forward under the cover of the fire of tanks and machine guns behind him.

"You still have a salary, I don't have a dime, except for an unlimited supply of cigars... Let's have fun.

Rand's slightly cozy voice came, Ryan looked sideways, his left eye flashed with blue light, he charged forward with an assault rifle, no better than himself, he had a filtered smell of power armor, he was physically charged.

"Don't look at me, my nose was burned by chemicals ten years ago, and after a few days of arrest, my nose bone was broken, my leg was broken, and I was thrown into the room where the tires were burned and smoked for several hours. Probably

to ease the team's suppressed heart, Rand took advantage of the gap when the main force of the Blood Cross was dragged down, and began to talk to himself.

"I don't know what your world is like, my world... Now you can also see, the rotten TM has arrived, but it was not much better before, I participated in a child human trafficking case a few years ago, yes, I solved the case, and there were only a few of those hundreds of children who were rescued.

"What impressed me the most? One of the bases was in the slaughterhouse, and we all thought it was a trick, but we didn't expect... Ha, come on, after breaking inside, the hook on the shed is not the carcasses of pigs and cows, but groups of disemboweled.... You get the idea.

"The SWAT team was half crazy on the spot, saying that they wouldn't join anymore, and the few guys with righteous points couldn't do it anymore, think about it, make people into wax figures, make dolls, and insert them in the iron rod when they are alive.... It doesn't seem to be any different from this group of blood crosses.

"They all say that God will give retribution to these guys, retribution, and without us, these children would have died in vain, tortured to death in vain... Those who started selling curiosity are not afraid, what are you looking at people afraid of?"

"You see, you and I are the one who is right.

Rand's words were many, but they also inexplicably gave Ryan a little strength, inhaling deep in the self-circulating air, looking at the flesh tower, he didn't seem so dizzy and scared.

"They're coming up, keeping their fire in formation. Finally

, at the gate of the naval base, there was a blood cross on a real scale...

The old problem is back.

Ryan looked at the blood crosses standing in the doorway, and faintly, he could see that those blood crosses seemed to be connected to some great being that he would never understand.

After a period of counseling by a psychiatrist, Ryan gradually understood the source of his abilities... Just as some people are naturally suitable for martial arts, Ryan can easily perceive things that ordinary people can't perceive.

Inspiration is high.

That's what the above calls itself.

Ryan thinks that if he does retire, maybe he can go back to his hometown church to become an exorcist.

This ability seems to have only a bad effect at the moment, but the company seems to be very optimistic about its own ability, and even gave itself something special because of it.

A cross?Ryan

as a citizen of the Lighthouse Nation... At least as a former citizen, I don't believe in Christ much, but I am not completely unconvinced, and at least occasionally go to church with my family.

But since divorcing his ex-wife, he has never been to church again.

The cross seemed to be still pure gold, so Ryan hung it in the power armor and didn't dare to wear it around his neck for fear of getting dirty.

With the experience of crossing the plane and facing the Blood Cross, Ryan also has to believe that there really is a mysterious power in the world...

Sure enough, after wearing the golden cross, when facing the blood cross again, there was no direct fainting from the last time, on the contrary, he could see that the red threads that penetrated deep into the blood cross's mind seemed to extend in two directions.

If Yi Chuan was present at this moment, he would be able to recognize this thing that he had purchased from the system space for 50 energy points.

[Holy Cross: A cross from a clergyman who fought to the death of an evil god, and was stained with the blood of demons and saints, can be used as a weapon to locate and exorcise demons, and bless the user's safety.

"Report again, there is an anomaly, similar to anomaly 001, mercenary name: Ryan.

"Roger, mercenary Ryan, continue to observe and record, but still focus on the battle. The

intelligence collectors in the rear are also more concerned about Ryan, and after three or four missions, Ryan's perception of the Blood Cross has become clearer and clearer, and its rationality has gradually been confirmed.

"One team! Garrison with firepower, don't skimp on ammunition, and charge with two teams!" Most

of the Blood Cross at the entrance of the Royal Navy Base was attracted by the continuous artillery fire, and on the periphery of the base, in order to prevent the Blood Cross from being left behind, the 3,000 troops set up positions on the pre-arranged fire points, and built a huge net between the buildings, making it difficult for even a well-trained human army to get out.

It is worth noting that most of the Blood Crosses wandering around here are heavily armed soldiers, and Ryan instantly thought of the concept mentioned in his daily training teaching: "Wisdom Blood Cross".

Although Blood Cross retains memory, IQ, and various abilities, in order to pursue more pleasure, even a special forces Blood Cross will be more inclined to kill with his hands.

However, there are exceptions, once a high-IQ Blood Cross appears, most pleasure-addicted Blood Crosses will tend to obey orders and put on weapons and equipment, posing a greater threat to the survivors.

Is that why the naval base was captured...

While thinking quickly, Ryan calmly planned the distribution of existing materials.

The disadvantage of power armor is obvious, the ammunition is insufficient, in order to fight this battle, the support power armor of the Olega will drag a small special car loaded with ammunition, but even so, the power armor will not last more than an hour.

After all, .50 ammo is too heavy and takes up space, and the only benefit is that a single shot can completely destroy the Bloody Cross's mobility.

"Albert, take the high ground, replace the deflagration munitions, and keep firing at heavy fire units.

"All support types, shoot alternately, don't dump ammunition too quickly, and prolong the battle.

"Assault type, keep shooting, open a gap for the second team!" Ryan

looked at Rambo who was in the lead, and quickly set up a fire point in front of him, the commander barely stopped, holding only a pistol in the rain of bullets, and a few calm shots instantly pierced the heads of several blood crosses.

The Blood Crosses in military uniforms seem to be very few soldiers, their heads are terrifying, and they can barely show their heads under the suppression of orderly firepower, but they don't care about death at all, even with .50 firepower, they dare to smile and shoot with their heads out.

For this easy-going commander, Ryan naturally didn't want an accident, and racked his brains to start thinking about how to deploy more firepower in his vicinity...

"Gravity, torsion.

Rand's left eye burned under Ryan's gaze, and he simply put away his pistol and slid his right hand forward out of thin air...

There was a tooth-aching sound of bones crushing, and the blood crosses standing behind the bunker "fell" to the left out of thin air amid a shrill laughter, slamming into the wall to the side, and directly into a pile of rotten flesh.

It seems that this officer also doesn't need much of his own firepower ....