Orc Tyrant

The sticky air smelled like incense. The elementary school originally used for teaching and educating people has been transformed into a terrifying altar. The former head of the 96th Infantry Regiment of the New California Republic, now the tenth of the Holy Blood Army Hashim, the commander of the Eighth Crusade Brigade, sat quietly behind the bunker,

The missionary Alessis said in a low voice beside him:

"Be sure to stay here for six hours, sir, that's what they said."

The ending of his sentence lingered in the darkness, just like the echo of lingering here for thousands of years.

After the formation of the Holy Blood Army, every unit above the company level is equipped with missionaries. On the one hand, they are to strengthen the faith of the apostate soldiers and officers in the blood god, and on the other hand, they are also the wavers and shakers that may appear in the surveillance troops at any time Not determined.

In a sense, they are similar to the ancient prison army.

"Got it."

Hasimt gave a short response, then got up and walked carefully through the rubble.

The air here is hot, humid and sticky. The twisted vine-like plants penetrate the crumbling outer wall of the school, they are like the tentacles of the blood **** passing through the stonework and engulfing them.

This situation made the blood **** brand on his face faintly itchy.

"All company commanders."

He whispered on the walkie-talkie that this was the equipment provided by the Citizens Temple to the Dunwich garrison, but in the end it fell into the hands of their enemy.

"Report the number."

Eight voices responded to him from the darkness, and Hasimt roughly confirmed where they were: their deployment was very sophisticated, and he completely trusted their abilities.

The roar in the distance continued, Hashimte prayed that the enemy would not notice the area where they were stationed-although this was basically impossible, their brigade happened to be on the road from the west city to the whirlpool area in the center of the city.

Alessis still wandered around with his incense burner, and after meeting Hashimte, he spoke again:

"Before I arrived here in the name of the blood god, I had always believed that this place would be solid, as long as you waited for it to be pious enough."

"Of course, I also believe that you will bring us victory."

Hasimt's prestige was not threatened by the missionaries, and the soldiers were still loyal to him instead of the repeater-like guy.

But he needs to listen to what the other party repeatedly preached, because they really have no support other than their beliefs. Those invaders from afar can never be defeated by weapons in their hands.

Although this sounds a little frustrating, Hashimte is a ten-year veteran. His experience makes him both keen and cautious. Few enemies can crush him.

However, after participating in the infamous thunderstorm operation and surviving, some of his beliefs collapsed, and he felt both despair and fear for the future.

"Of course, sir."

Alexis nodded and responded:

"I was born for victory, the victory of the blood god."

"The same goes for me, Boll."

After exchanging greetings with the missionary, Hasimt picked up the walkie-talkie and asked softly:

"Did you find anything?"

The company commander in charge of vigilance responded immediately,

"No, sir, if there is anything here, it must be hiding well."

"Received, pay attention to every corner, over."

"Received, over."

Hashimte's hand is still on the handle of his armed belt, while staring at the rotten statues and pillars above him, those things are just like his already broken motherland and beliefs.

Although the New California Republic is a brand-new country, on the other hand, it is a country with a very strong religious atmosphere. Immigrants from the old continent have brought all kinds of beliefs to this land, plus relaxed Religious policy, many religions are in a posture of barbaric growth.

As the first religion in the human world, the Kaimon Church has always been the main religion of the New California Republic. A large number of missionaries arrived here in the early days of the founding of the People’s Republic of China, and the church of the Holy Father Kaimon was erected in every village and town.

Hashimte has grown up in a pious family since he was a child. He has no doubt about Kaimon's belief. He also has a strong ideal color in his military service-to destroy all enemies for the motherland and the Holy Father.

In his view, the New California Republic is the most promising human country, and it will also be the beacon of the entire human world, and they will lead the entire human kingdom in the future.

However, the subsequent Ouke invasion shattered their dreams.

Once in his opinion, such a powerful motherland was unexpectedly vulnerable under the impact of a group of green beasts. The decadent bureaucracy and stupid chain of command made him hate it. He blamed the incompetence of the Presidential Palace and the Ministry of Defense for the painful failures. .

Even the parliamentary politics they were once proud of has become a burden in Hashimt's eyes.

He longed for a power to appear in his heart that could lead them to regain victory instead of failing again and again. For this land to survive, cowardice must be eliminated.

But just that, as a soldier, he can only obey orders and fight to death.

The appearance of the Citizen Temple changed everything.

When these people of unknown origin announced to the world that the Kaimon Church was just a "stoppable measure", Hashimte was outraged.

At first he thought that the presidential palace sacrificed his faith in order to obtain the aid of atheists, but when "the group of people" set the truth before him, he finally realized that his faith for more than 30 years was only deceit.

Without the Father, there is no heaven.

Hope is dead, only crazy.

After he was convinced that he had worshiped a false **** for decades, Hasimut decisively threw himself into the embrace of the "true god" and filled his long eclipsed soul with more fanatical beliefs.

He is like a swimmer about to drown, clutching the last straw in the wave of doomsday, and most of the other defiant officers also have this mentality.

The Citizen Temple destroyed the faith of many people, and this faith was immediately squeezed by the blood worship. When the Citizen Temple realized that it had made a serious mistake, the corruption had spread in the army like a plague.

This was the scene of the Dunwich Incident.

Perhaps the political factors behind the decision of the Civic Temple are greater than the other more far-sighted reasons, but there is no doubt that they bear the unshirkable responsibility for the rebellion of the 200,000 Dunwei regiments.

It was late at night, Hashimte's boots creaked on the stone tiles on the floor, and then climbed the steps to the sacred altar.

After more than ten steps, he stopped at the top of the steps, one of his knees knelt on the ground, his army coat billowing.

"May the Lord protect me and beat the enemy hard, and I will enshrine you before the throne of your skull with endless blood and glory."

Hasimte felt the missionary tremble, and he knelt down with him.

Alessis is a messenger, a microphone that conveys the will of the blood god. Hashimt believes that his belief is not weaker than the opponent, and his mission is very clear.

He will keep here.

"Strengthen the patrol and surveillance tonight, I don't think this night will be very peaceful."

Hasimte, who has fought with Oak many times, knows Oak's habits. Those beasts are used to attack at night, but they are often exposed at the last moment. After all, they are animals that are difficult to quiet.

As long as the guards do not relax, at least they will not suffer a sudden attack.

The soldiers of the Eighth Company were required to stand guard by the gate of the fallen school. They built a shelter near the gate and placed landmines to guard against any disturbances at any time.

In the walkie-talkie, Alessis was still talking about it, Hashimte could only temporarily turn off his walkie-talkie.

In the middle of the altar stood a small throne made up of nearly a hundred pale skulls. Most of these skulls came from the "stubborns" who resisted the blood **** and once fought side by side with Hashimte.

The defiant officer harvested them without a trace of mercy.

Just as he was indulging in that **** memory, Ba Lian of the guard by the door called through.

"Emergency situations!"

Hasimte quickly turned on the walkie-talkie, and the voice inside sounded quite nervous, with a very slight tremor.

"Report the situation!"

"Report to the sir, there is a movement!"

For a moment, Hashimte felt the secretion and flow of adrenaline, and the throbbing sensation—just like the warning he had received, this was a dangerous place.