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Chapter 333: Those Warriors Still Fighting (6K, -in-)

The night is deep.

The pitch-black night completely engulfed the lonely mountain.

Under the influence of chaos, any fire was very weak and the entire lonely mountain was shrouded in darkness.

Amidst the burning and chaotic ruins, a thick fog continued to spread. The fog, carrying toxins and plague, was enough to make a healthy adult seriously ill or even die in a short period of time.

Lonely Mountain has been conquered.

Even if you don't want to admit this fact.

Everything before your eyes is not false.

From defending the fortress to retreating to the city walls.

From retreating to the city walls to guarding the inner city.

The defense line was slowly retreating step by step under the endless undercurrent.

The darkness is unstoppable.

But still trying to block it, Lanx swung his sword.

His dominant left hand had been bitten off by an evil dragon, and the muscles in his only remaining right hand had become stiff and could not recover. There was no time to recover.

This had a great impact on his fighting skills.

In the past, he could let the tip of the sword point in any direction he wanted, spinning, cutting, stabbing, and slashing at will.

But now, he was like a clumsy lumberjack, swinging his sword as if he was chopping wood.

The muscles were stiff, the wrists were locked, and the fingers were tightly bound around the weapon, turning it into a kind of prison.

Beginners like to hold the sword with full force, swinging with all their might, regardless of whether a turnaround is required, and focusing on offense rather than defense.

Just like Lanxes now.

He had been in battle for a long time, but now he was so clumsy. After all, his dominant left hand was broken, so he could only continue to swing the sword with all his strength.

His hair was wet with blood and sweat again and again, and his body was covered with bruises.

Fortunately, he is still fighting.

He knocked down a humanoid monster and chopped it into pieces clumsily like chopping wood, then used his legs to exert force, rotated his waist, and spun the power sword in a circle.

The dark sword light danced tenaciously on the sword, and something that tried to attack him from behind was cut in half, and Ranks fell to the ground.

He lost his balance and fell face down in a sea of ​​dirty blood.

For a brief moment, he didn't want to get up again.

But he stood up again, his whole face covered in blood, as was his armor.

The paint job no longer looked like its original appearance. Blood was everywhere, dried, fresh, and half-dried. Everything looked blood red.

He stumbled a few steps in the sea of ​​blood, looked around, and didn't see anyone who could be called a comrade.

The battlefield is no longer what it was at the beginning.

Just a few hours ago, they could organize offensives, lines, counterattacks, and even dig trenches and set traps to resist wave after wave of monsters.

But now, looking around, there are only corpses and more monsters.

The one with a hundred eyes and the one with three heads was surrounding him from all sides.

"Come on, you bastards!" he laughed contemptuously.

Dying on the battlefield is the final destination of every soldier, and his noble soul rests in peace from then on.

Even though his eyelids were about to close, he couldn't rest.

He couldn't bear to fall asleep.

The story here may go unwitnessed, and the persistence here may be meaningless.

But when he left, he could face his loved ones with a smile.

"This time, I defended our home."

But something shattered the darkness. It was half of a huge demon corpse.

Then two blue lightning bolts shattered all the monsters rushing in front of him.

"Soldier, are you still able to fight?"

A warrior taller than him, wearing golden armor, walked up to him and pulled him up.

"Sir, I can still fight." Lankers stood up and said, enduring the sore muscles all over his body.

He knew him. It was he who led them in training battle formation coordination and operating grenade launchers. He was the one among the Saviors who had the most contact with them.

Wang Xia.

Lanxes remembered the name.

"Well, that's good." Wang Xia nodded, and the golden armor had been dyed scarlet.

"I'm Wang Xia. Do you know where there are any surviving warriors?"

"I am the last survivor in our team." Lanx grinned, a cold white smile appearing in a pool of blood.

Wang Xia looked at the pile of corpses and the familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"Gushan City has been broken." He said frankly.

"I know, sir, this moment will come sooner or later!" Lanx whispered, while chuckling.

"I'm just thankful that when this day comes, I die on the road to battle."

"Instead of between the beds."

"You're a fighter."

Wang Xia patted his shoulder. A few hours ago, they were only vaguely familiar with each other, but now they were the last companions.

Lankers did not answer, but bent down and began to rummage through the pile of corpses.

Miraculously, he dragged his sword out, and the broken limbs and arms fell to the ground, and his giant sword was born from them.

He laughed again and roared at the foggy darkness. The thunder-like sound caused the black fog to surge.

"Is there anyone still alive?!"

He was responded by the roars of the monsters one after another, and a roar of anger.

Wang Xia laughed dumbly: "Good idea."

So he rushed in with his chainsaw sword, and Ranks followed closely behind him, showing his snow-white teeth, saying nothing, his heart beating like blood.

The battle is not over, and Lonely Mountain has not fallen!
Colin was undoubtedly lucky. As the guard of the outermost fortress, he survived.

During this period, he encountered countless dark creatures, but he was lucky enough to escape.

Along the way, the thick fog made it almost impossible for him to see his own hands, and some monsters were still patrolling the ruins.

He could only follow the sound of fighting and slowly grope his way forward.

Fortunately, the direction is right.

Unfortunately, that direction is Lonely Mountain.

This shows that the war is constantly extending into the interior of Gushan.

When he finally saw the towering walls of Gushan after going through all the hardships, the impregnable defense line had already been breached.

Three city walls collapsed and countless brave soldiers died.

The fighting spread to the inner city.

He continued forward following the countless corpses. There were corpses everywhere, humans, elves, orcs, Haradrim, and monsters.

Blood flooded the ankles, and the pungent plague gas filled the city.

He covered his mouth and nose with a simple piece of linen. Although this was not enough to completely block the toxins and plague, it could keep him alive for a while longer.

But he had no choice, as he was holding a huge gun that was completely disproportionate to his size. He had picked it up from a big man.

The big man and several of his companions died among a group of monsters. Their entire bodies were cut open horizontally and their eyes were gouged out, but he also killed hundreds of huge monsters.

You know, one monster can destroy their entire fortress.

But, even such powerful Astartes will die in large numbers?

So, is there still hope for humanity?

Colin couldn't help feeling pessimistic.

After all, even Vera will die.

Just as Colin was thinking aimlessly, a huge shadow appeared behind him.

The keen instinct that had saved his life many times allowed him to duck to avoid the attack, rolling awkwardly on the ground and firing the grenade launcher in his hand.

The upper body of the giant monster exploded directly, but the huge recoil also caused Colin to bleed from his palm.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the monsters attracted by the bomb surrounded him following the sound.

These abominable monsters had blood and flesh at the corners of their mouths, and it was obvious that they had just had a feast among the corpses.

"monster."

Colin's throat made a sound like a snake spitting out its tongue. The poisonous gas of the plague had hurt his throat, but he did not retreat.

Instead, he looked coldly at these monsters that destroyed his home, but couldn't help thinking in his heart.

I like the number ten.

Kill one more and make it ten.

Just then, a giant hand grabbed his arm and threw him backwards.

"Look what I see, a lone guard!" An excited voice rang out, making his eardrums hurt.

"Put him down, Lanxes, he's a human being too."

Colin looked up, panting, and saw five tall warriors covered in blood. Perhaps the word "covered in blood" cannot be used to describe them, because they looked like monsters born from blood.

And they seemed very comfortable facing real monsters.

The tallest and strongest man in the lead rushed into the darkness first, chopped a demon to pieces, and then turned his wrist without distraction, still nimbly killing another one.

Colin actually felt a little envious. If I had a body like theirs, I shouldn't feel tired.

Rude and wild, a group of monsters saw him like this.

Something was coming down from the sky, and Wang Xia didn't even look at it.

He just swung his chainsword carelessly and chopped them all off.

The second-level gene lock + the Imperial Guard bloodline have brought his martial arts to the peak.

Coupled with this semi-finished golden power armor from Chu Xuan, he is also qualified to be the captain of some weak teams.

You know, this is just his first official world.

The ground surged, and a group of long snake-like things snaked up and stood up, trying to bite off Wang Xia's throat before he could retract his sword.

Lanxes saw this scene and took the lead with the grenade launcher in his hand, directly smashing them into pieces.

"Good marksmanship!" Wang Xia laughed.

Boom boom boom.

A large army of orcs is running towards here.

Wang Xia turned and ran towards the oncoming Orcs, just as the Orcs ran towards him. Wang Xia was a pure warrior, skilled in engineering, mine-laying, and reconnaissance. All of these skills were for better combat and victory.

He is the embodiment of pure will and combat skills, possessing a focus that even fellow soldier Cheng Xiao envies, as well as an excellent insight into small-scale battlefields.

"You two, set up a line of fire from the high wall on the left!" He keenly understood the situation on the entire battlefield and immediately completed the layout of the line according to the terrain.

"The remaining three, just charge into the formation."

The three Astartes rushed forward quickly, using their bolters and chainswords to kill the enemies one by one.

Colin was only a second slower. He also picked up the bolter, which was very strenuous for him, rushed to the high wall, and set up a firing line with the two Astartes.

"Follow up! Keep up!"

They followed Wang Xia, charging and killing all the way, constantly breaking through the orcs' line.

But the orcs were more difficult to deal with than the monsters. They were rational and understood tactics, and the combination of shields and spears, strong bows and crossbows caused them some trouble.

But it was not too difficult for the combination of one Royal Guard and four Astartes to destroy this team of a thousand strong orcs.

Even the Uruks have been transformed by Chaos.

What they need to worry about more is that after a protracted battle, they will be surrounded by more demon kings and fall into a deadly situation.

In the pile of corpses, Ranks was gasping for breath, leaning on his sword.

"Are you okay?" Wang Xia wiped the blood off his helmet.

"I think you need to recruit new soldiers, sir." Lanx joked.

His chest was dug open by the orcs' vicious weapons, black blood flowed uncontrollably, and one of his two hearts was broken.

Wang Xia took out the last powerful first aid injection from his backpack and injected it into Ranks' chest.

Combined with Astartes' strong body, he can still continue to fight.

He wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but all that remained was just one empty word.

"keep going."

The Astartes recruit Yuno panted and climbed out from the pile of corpses as high as a house.

The pile of corpses contained not only his colleagues, but also more enemies, including orcs, the living dead, two huge monsters and countless strange-looking demon armies overlapping each other.

But it doesn’t matter, they are just smelly corpses now anyway.

He pulled the coveted bolter from the corpse of another colleague, examined it carefully with a grin, but then his smile fell.

It's completely damaged, what a shame. I should have tried it when it was still usable.

He looked towards the wall of Gushan City, where a huge gap had appeared. Just now, the demon army like a tide poured in from there.

The last organized defense force of Lonely Mountain, led by Commander Legolas and Queen Grace, all died in front of the gap.

The city walls that once seemed unreachable have collapsed.

Just like the indestructible Lonely Mountain fell in just one night.

The ambition to recover the continent was shattered in this battle.

Even the last spark of preservation was completely extinguished.

Now, there are still a large number of demon troops unleashing their tyranny in Lonely Mountain.

The elderly, children, women, elves, dwarves, and humans were all dragged out of rooms, cellars, and tree holes, and brutally killed and eaten.

The flames rising into the sky were raging in the city, and the home of sixty years was crying and crumbling in the raging fire and cruel screams.

He was not feeling discouraged at all, after all, he had just crawled out of the abyss a few days ago.

Now, it has simply returned to the abyss.

Yuno felt a trickle of blood running down his cheek. He raised his hand to wipe it, but the blood flowed even more violently.

This is not normal. After being given this body, some minor wounds can heal in just a few breaths.

After much thought, I can only conclude that the blades and claws of these monsters are covered with toxins.

Yunuo lowered his head indifferently, and his blood-stained gauntlet had disintegrated into small pieces of metal fragments.

It is said that the plate armor is made by dwarves, but it is not much stronger than the armor worn by ordinary people in front of the enemy.

Just when he was confused and didn't know what to do.

"Soldier, you're not dead!" a voice sounded behind him.

A tall man with a resolute face was actually taller than him.

He was followed by four badly wounded Astartes and a small human.

Yuno knew the man in the front; he was one of the Saviors.

"Not dead yet."

"Maybe. He's going to die soon." Yunuo imitated the tone of his colleagues and told a cold joke.

"That's good." The man said with a straight face, "I am Wang Xia. I will now take over the defense of Lonely Mountain."

"Gushan, is there still any defense?" Yunuo was very puzzled.

Even though they had failed, those monsters would not let any living person go.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. Although his genes were still full of fighting spirit, his experiences over the past decade had made him deeply understand this truth.

If you let fate happen, then it cannot be avoided no matter what.

"Gushan has not fallen yet. As long as there is one person left, it will not fall." Wang Xia said in a deep voice.

"I understand." The supreme law in his gene seed made it impossible for him to resist the savior's orders.

However, Yunuo looked at Wang Xia and asked a question: "Is the prophecy false?"

Wang Xia was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "Perhaps there has never been a prophecy."

"It has always been a lie from the evil god."

"Really?" Yuno asked confusedly.

Lonely Mountain has been conquered.

Wang Xia didn't know what the point of holding on to Lonely Mountain was, but Neos' last words made him find his goal.

He was very weak. He knew that the team was in crisis. Zhang Jie and Na'er were missing, and Zhan Lan and Zhu Wen were nowhere to be found.

There was no news about Qi Tengyi, and Lingdian also disappeared.

I am the only one left on the entire Lonely Mountain.

Since this is the order from Colonel Chu Xuan, we must stick to it.

Wang Xia pulled three new Astartes recruits from the pile of dead bodies and looked at the devastated battlefield.

The twenty Astartes originally brought from the main god space have been wiped out.

There were less than three digits left of the newly converted Astartes Lonely Mountain Chapter, which were scattered to various corners and were holding on.

Although they also caused more than a hundred times the damage to the enemy.

In order to break through the Lonely Mountain, the price Mordor paid was the complete annihilation of the Orc army, the complete annihilation of the evil dragon army, the complete annihilation of the rotten giant and troll army, and the complete casualties of the cultists and monsters.

Judging from the casualty ratio, Gushan was undoubtedly the winner of this war.

Mordor exhausted all the military strength that it had accumulated over nearly a hundred years.

Only two thousand Astartes Legions were consumed.

But judging from the results, Soran won.

He lost his entire legion, but it was just a drop in the bucket compared to the army of Mordor, which had an entire continent as support.

There are still countless chaotic forces pouring in from every corner of the continent.

The Lonely Mountain failed. The moment the city walls were breached and the Astartes' battle formation was broken, the Lonely Mountain was doomed to fail. The remaining defense forces and civilians were unable to stop the demon army.

Moreover, with these corpses piled up like mountains on the ground, it won’t be long before new terrifying monsters are born one after another.

Wang Xia continued forward with several Astartes. Without convenient skills like mental scanning and mind link, he could only rely on the experience he gained in the army to make detours.

He must gather all the remaining troops as quickly as possible and use guerrilla tactics in the isolated mountain.

Maintain its own existence and delay the complete occupation of Lonely Mountain by the demon army.

He passed by the huge gap in the city wall and saw Legolas, whose limbs were cut off, eyelids were cut off, and tongue was pulled out, hanging on the wall with his eyes open.

I saw the Blood Queen Grace, whose skin had been peeled off and who was stabbed from the back to the front with a spear.

He saw Jin Li with only his head left.

The guards who were made into human stools and hung on racks for roasting made him turn his eyes away in pity.

The sadness and anger kept burning and accumulating.

At this moment, he really felt a sense of identity with this city.

Suffering, despair, and the struggle that has to be waged.

Everyone is destined to die, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.

Perhaps in the eyes of those high and mighty evil gods, all the struggles and deaths here are just dramas to please them.

But only blood proves that the struggle existed.

He took a deep breath and crossed the gap.

As for the fortresses and trenches outside Lonely Mountain, because the walls collapsed so suddenly, some soldiers must still be fighting outside.

He looked at the huge ice sculpture next to the city wall, which was large enough to be level with the wall.

That was Gungnir, the captain of the North Ice Team. He was bewitched and joined forces with the army of Mordor, broke through the city wall, and pierced Gimli with more than a dozen ice spears.

In the end, he regained his sanity, but in despair he almost went crazy and used his last bit of strength to freeze himself.

This last bit of rationality might also be an "accident" deliberately created by the evil god in order to appreciate his desperate look.

He casually chopped into pieces two new monsters that were born from the corpses.

At this time, the unique sound of grenade launchers was heard outside the city wall.

"Walk close to the wall, three in front and two in the back. Colin, you walk in the middle."

"There are more survivors than we thought. We need to speed up." Wang Xia said calmly.

His heart, as hard as iron and steel after being tempered by bloody battles, was free of any fluctuations, which enabled him to make decisions very rationally.

"We must unite all living forces, even if it is just one hobbit," he continued.

"While we were charging, he could fire from behind."

Colin scratched his chin. "I can shoot too. Besides, since the last Hobbit died more than a decade ago, there are no dwarfs who can farm in the Lonely Mountain anymore."

"This is a metaphor, Colin." Wang Xia explained patiently.

"And then, what happens after we find the hobbit?" Yuno asked.

"At least, he can kill a monster." Wang Xia narrowed his eyes.

In front, the rustling sound became louder and louder.

In the sky, the whispers and ridicules became increasingly frequent.

They all looked at this small city.

Admire the most tenacious struggle and the most desperate failure.

(End of this chapter)