Long-term salvation

No one cried, no one screamed, no one retreated, even though their eyes were filled with crazy illusions, even though it was the most real prophecy - human civilization was engulfed by the plague, zombies were rampant, monsters were everywhere, and the survivors slaughtered and betrayed each other - this was the future, this was the greatest possibility after moths flew into the flame!

However, the Savior of mankind opened his eyes, and they burned with golden light, and he spoke:

"I reject."

Golden flames instantly ignited with the descending AS mecha troops as the center, as if solidified hope itself was ignited!

All illusory things suddenly disappeared, never to return - the sacred power surged and pulsated in the turbid air, carrying a declaration filled with divinity, piercing through the smoke and dust carried by the strong wind - the air flow twisted as a result, turning into a tornado composed of dark clouds, tearing apart the thick clouds in all directions and completely spreading the light of the burning signal stick to the world.

These blazing red dots were so violent and so abrupt, like the blood dripping from the gods, burning, struggling, and falling tenaciously in the thick gray curtain, tearing open this huge and unparalleled gray shroud.

Every flicker is a bloody mark carved by human courage in the malicious abyss of the supernatural dimension.

Now, the stars burn brightly and can be seen by those who long for hope.

"what is that?"

Jeff Sanderson, the third sergeant of the Delta Force, raised his head and shook his good friend Hut, asking him to call on the surrounding Delta Force soldiers to look up and look at the sky - the airborne troops were passing through the clouds and opening their parachutes.

"what is that?"

Hearing the soldiers' cries, the commander of the 10th Mountain Division dragged his injured leg and limped out of the vehicle. He tremblingly picked up the telescope and looked at the sky, then fell to his knees and cried bitterly - the AS mecha was cutting the parachute rope and activating the recoil device.

"what is that?"

The survivors scattered across Mogadishu raised their heads, cheering softly as they tried to survive their former friends and enemies transformed into monsters, waiting for the moment of rescue—the mecha's feet had already touched the ground, kicking up dust.

Amidst the swirling sand and wind, the red signal sticks at the ankles of the ten mechas were still burning.

But it was nearing its end. The light was no longer as arrogant and domineering as it had been in the clouds. It began to flicker rapidly, and the hissing sound at the end became weak and intermittent. The red light penetrated the thin dust and smoke, casting flickering spots of light on the surrounding broken walls.

This is enough, enough to make——

The darkness began to scream.

"Clear all hostile targets in the surrounding area, establish a safe zone and interception line, and prepare to rendezvous with friendly forces in XH-9 warbirds."

Through the camera, Rhodes saw the city composed of low buildings, which now looked like a huge model thrown into the furnace of hell - thousands of thick black smoke columns were rushing straight and violently into the sky, as if countless suffering souls deep in the earth were reaching out to the sky with desperate arms - as far as the eye could see, there was only gray and charred black, as if it was firmly grasped by death.

Endless zombies and biochemical monsters were attracted by the roar when the mecha landed, and now they are rushing towards this place like a tsunami. Behind this almost unstoppable wave are the traps and altars of those scum who used devilish tricks.

Not only that, some malicious eyes are looking out through the cracks in the inner world, grinding the cracks open bit by bit so as to squeeze through the still thick curtain of reality... This planet has been marked and targeted by supernatural evil thoughts from another dimension.

But now, Rhode had no time to care about them, and instead said to others on the communication channel:

"Establish a global broadcast and tell everyone that the Army Without Borders has arrived."

The darkness began to scream, simply because it had been burned by the fire of hope.

Chapter 508: Iron Rain! (2/7)

The tide of the other world is rising.

Heavy lead-gray clouds hung low, as if the sky had collapsed, pressing everything to the point of suffocating.

The outline of the city was swallowed by dust and fog, leaving only vague and heavy shadows, as if the world had sunk into a suffocating abyss of death, as if the world was about to be ravaged by a violent storm.

It really started to rain.

Iron rain! Rain of steel!

A narrow and dazzling streak of fire suddenly tore across the skyline, and thousands of scorching tracks pierced the gloomy clouds, turning into spears of destruction that suddenly pierced through the barrier of darkness - grenades, rockets, mortar shells, air-to-ground missiles, and cruise missiles tore through the solidified air, pouring down with an awe-inspiring scream, instantly covering the edge of the city.

The deafening roar rolled around in the flames, as if endless thunder exploded and churned under the sky!

The artillery fire was not sporadic, but a continuous, layered torrent. The buildings on the edge of the city screamed in pain in the violence and began to tilt in a slow motion. Bricks and dust fell like raindrops, pressing the bodies of those who had been shaken to death long ago into the collapsed rubble.

The Somali militiamen who besieged the 10th Mountain Division still retained their sanity. Following Aidid's orders, they firmly controlled the entire urban area and used tall roadblocks to block the T virus infected people - zombies - who were pouring out from the depths of the city. These living dead were crowded outside the roadblocks, and could only stretch out their arms in vain that were craving for fresh flesh and blood.

The infection did begin to spread throughout the city, but the militia had no time to care. They had more terrifying enemies to face:

The mechanized forces of the Army Without Borders began to advance.

Twenty M6 AS mechas stood in front, pushing the heavy shield, leaving only a gap at the right corner of the shield to expose the machine guns and Gatling guns carried by the mechas.

The giants marched forward synchronously, shaking the earth with every advance. Some firing points and T-55 tanks that survived the artillery fire began to fight back. The weak anti-tank fire hit the shields, leaving only ugly dents. The next second, the M1A1 tanks and T80BV tanks accompanying the AS mecha would immediately fight back. The eight-meter-tall AS mecha was responsible for collecting battlefield intelligence information, and this data would be immediately shared with other vehicles!

Drones, AS mechas, satellite reconnaissance, armored vehicles, ordinary soldiers, artillery positions in the rear, fighter aircraft clusters in the sky... The large amount of data streams collected in this way are summarized and classified in the data world, and the pollution of the inner world is filtered out before being divided by the system to the combat units in need.

Collecting information, processing information, and sending information, all of these are required to be completed in a very short time. Even in the entire combat sequence of the current Atlas Corporation and the Army Without Borders, this kind of information warfare can only be done by a mere combined brigade!

"A battalion from the 10th Mountain Division... Yes, they originally had two, but now they've put together a battalion after losing half their men."

General Orlovsky, who was personally in charge of the front-line command, issued orders over the communication channel. He sat in a tracked command vehicle, staring intently at the map of Mogadishu in front of him, while the radio waves carried the former Soviet general's voice to the ears of every junior officer, whether from NATO or the Warsaw Pact:

"These people are trapped within three blocks and are under mortar fire. Use drones to scout the troops! Find those firing positions and direct the fire to cover them. The other units continue to advance steadily. Everyone, we must not sacrifice the lives of our soldiers for political showmanship!"

Now that the order has been given, there is no need to hesitate any longer.

The torrent of steel rolled forward, and with every step forward, the artillery fire from the rear would extend forward a little.

However, amidst the whistling sounds of the shells cutting through the air, a subtle and cruel change quietly took place - the density of the rain of fire in the sky rapidly decreased slightly, but the sharp whistling sound that almost pierced the eardrums became more dense and more precise.

In the rolling gray-yellow dust storm, the soldiers of the Army Without Borders moved forward silently, stepping over the bricks and rubble of the buildings, avoiding broken limbs, or re-shooting the corpses that remained relatively intact.

At this moment, Somali militias are following Aidid's orders - following the orders of that evil and terrifying existence - to arm everyone who can be armed. The elderly, children, women and children who cannot hold guns have long been abandoned or have suffered a more tragic fate.

The militia's orders were to resist and kill, to delay the arrival of destruction, and because of this... they were now blowing up the roadblocks and wreckage that blocked the tide of zombies.

Tides of zombies rushed towards the attacking force of the Army Without Borders from two different directions, but were overwhelmed by laser-guided bombs on the way, and followed closely by the ruthless napalm bombs!

The raging flames instantly engulfed the entire city, completely annihilating the dead, the living, and those who should have died but were still alive!

How can mere carbon-based flesh and blood compete with [iron and fire]?

In thirty-two minutes, the offensive force of the Army Without Borders crushed all obstacles on the road, blew up roadblocks and buildings that blocked the way, and then used armored Labor engineering robots and engineering vehicles to clear the wreckage, thus creating a slightly curved life passage leading to the outside of the city.

The passage connected the barren desert outside the city with the besieged soldiers of the 10th Mountain Division inside the city.

"Oh my God, you guys are really here!"

The only remaining highest-ranking officer of the besieged infantry battalion was a major. He dragged his wounded leg, which had begun to fester, and tightly grasped a lieutenant of the Army Without Borders, crying out in sorrow:

"We thought we were abandoned! Those... monsters! And the strange disease that spreads contamination... We must be in hell, controlled by the devil Beelzebub..."

The Major's long-dried tears burst out again, and he retched a few times, thinking of everything he had seen during this period - witnessing the most brutal massacres and slaughters, witnessing the doubts, vacillations and civil unrest caused by the sudden frenzy, and in this chaos and madness, the Major saw -

A white horse.

The Plague came leisurely on a white horse, tied the necks of the corpses with rusty chains, and drove them like hunting dogs, spreading pain and plague to the world.

This is just the beginning, the beginning of the end of the era.

The major understood the true meaning of this sentence at that moment. He felt desperate, so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide.

"We are already in hell, and when the apocalypse comes, will the savior of mankind appear?"

"You need to rest, Major, instead of spouting nonsense here," the lieutenant said calmly. He looked up at the sky, where a flash of golden flame had been seen by all the soldiers of the Army Without Borders. "At the same time, I believe that the savior of mankind will appear. He will definitely appear."

Ignoring the major's bewilderment and despair, the lieutenant turned to look at the blue-haired girl who was rushing over. She was fully armed, holding a shield and a gun, and carrying a huge medical backpack.

Just as the girl arrived here, the air around her seemed to become clearer.

"Ms. Aomori Miya, I'll leave them in your care."

"Leave it to me, please continue to move forward," Aomori Miya nodded slightly. She watched the [Black Stone Resonance Field] device being set up. The soldiers of the 10th Mountain Division will be examined one by one and then treated - even if the war is over, they cannot return, but must continue to be observed for at least two weeks.

Standing in the ruins of the city ravaged by artillery fire, Aomori Miya looked at the dirty pile of building debris, where a convulsively twisted, dusty hand stretched out from the cracks in the rubble, pointing stubbornly at the leaden, silent sky.

This is war, the war between order and chaos, sanity and madness, reality and surreality.

Aomori Miya exhaled slowly, her emerald green eyes filled with unwavering determination. She stepped forward—a girl whose name was inspired by the Roman goddess Minerva and whose character was inspired by Florence Nightingale—before the astonished gazes of those suffering from plague and pain, she spoke calmly:

"I will eradicate all poison, all harm."

Chapter 509 Plague Frenzy (3/7)

The tide of the other world is rising.

Mogadishu is like a huge, festering scar, spreading across the land of East Africa.

The twisted and narrow streets, low earth-yellow houses, and bumpy roads were all stacked and squeezed together in a disorderly manner. They looked dilapidated in the dust and smoke raised by the war, and exuded disgusting filth and stench.

Amidst the sounds of fierce gunfire in the distance and artillery fire even further away, a team of Delta Force soldiers walked cautiously along the walls of the buildings on the street.

They were still alive, living normal lives, but compared to the nightmare they had experienced in that brief period, being killed by the gunfire of Somali militias was an easy choice.

However, what is somewhat ridiculous is that when the plague spread throughout Mogadishu, the militiamen were the first to suffer - they were knocked down and bitten to death by biochemical monsters and diseased companions, and became one of them, but the weapons in their hands could no longer pose a threat to Delta and the Rangers.

"...We're only a kilometer away from the safe zone we've created, but there are four or five chaotic blocks between us. Furthermore, according to the broadcast, there will be a large-scale artillery bombardment of this part of the city."

Jeff Sanderson, the chief sergeant of the Delta Force, whispered as he saw scattered zombies wandering on the road ahead. As time passed, these monsters became more resilient and more likely to mutate, with monsters that looked like skinless bullfrogs appearing more easily. However, this was still not the worst. Some zombies that looked no different would burst open when killed, spewing out a rotten green poisonous mist.

If you are infected, then you can only wait for death in pain... Some people will even have hallucinations, see another supernatural world full of demons and madness, and become alienated in endless madness.

So, after several fierce battles and a few hours, the surviving special forces members have figured out the characteristics of this unknown virus:

Body fluid infection, incubation period, multiple mutations... But the threat of the virus is far more than just this city. There are even more terrifying things - some kind of supernatural power is spreading in the wave of corruption caused by the plague and the virus. When the yellow-green corrupt juice splashes and begins to pollute this barren land, some monsters like flies appear - this is the result of the distorted perception of the plague by human civilization, and it is the embodiment of the content of religious scriptures that have been tampered with countless times.

These monsters with sickly pale skin even use extremely abominable weapons! Every bullet they fire carries the most severe disease, enough to cause a person to die in agony.

Fortunately, these monsters can still be killed by bullets.

"We've wasted too much time trying to avoid the monsters," Sanderson said, trying to breathe steadily to relieve the thirst and resentment in his mouth. "We must hurry and reach our designated location to prepare for evacuation."

"But there are too many monsters blocking the road ahead, and the buildings are full of them. What should we do?" Hut said helplessly, his fingers stroking the surface of the last magazine inserted in the gun. "I'm afraid we can't get through. Not only are we low on ammunition, but we're also exhausted physically and mentally. Moreover..."

"And that black leather monster is still chasing us, right?"

Sergeant Sanderson squeezed out these words from between his teeth, then lowered his voice and said to the remaining five people in the squad:

"There's one more way. Go to the rooftop now and fire a flare—there's only one left, but you all know what will happen after that... I no longer have the authority to command your actions. So, vote now."

“…We can give it a try.”

"I think it's okay. The road ahead is blocked by monsters, but the ones behind are still coming."

One of the team members said so, his arm wrapped in a bandage, dirty blood and fluids from rotting muscles oozing out from the inside, like some kind of bloody graffiti - this was a wound torn by RPG rocket fragments, but in this crazy city, the speed of all wounds and diseases proliferating was accelerating - because of this, the Delta Force soldier was sweating and his face was pale.

If he doesn't get timely help, he will die from infection and high fever.

"I can shield you from the bottom of the building. You know, I'm a demolition expert," the team member forced a sly smile. "I picked up some backpacks of plastic explosives on the way. You know, the kind used for suicide attacks."

"Don't try to be a hero, idiot. We're all trying to commit suicide—so here's the deal. We go upstairs and fire the flare."

The six-member team quickly ran into the nearest three-story building. They divided into two groups. One group cleaned the room, while the other group began to block the entrances and exits on the bottom floor.

It only took five minutes for the elite special forces to clear the building and reach the rooftop. At this moment, they finally heard the voice that had been lingering in their ears:

In the distance, the continuous sound of gunfire and artillery came through the turbid air, as dull as the cracking of rotten wood; closer, a sharp cry came from somewhere, but it disappeared in an instant; there was also a continuous, disgusting, sticky gurgling sound, like the sound of tiny vesicles that emerged after the fungus spread on the skin being scratched... The diseased Mogadishu is crying, and how many living people are left in this city?

Looking at the pale pillars of light rising from the city, Sergeant Sanderson closed his eyes, raised his arm, raised his flare gun, and shot a scarlet meteor into the sky.

The flames shot straight into the sky, dotted in the distant gloomy sky.

The monsters were in a commotion. They had noticed the bright and hot light - from the drooling zombie dogs and other zombie animals, to the buzzing fly monsters, to the T103 Tyrant and other biological weapons - all the monsters around were rushing towards the place where the flare was rising, jostling each other, like a rolling tide.

In the tide of zombies, the Delta Force soldiers resisted desperately. They shot the monsters that rushed to the roof with their rifles and threw the few remaining grenades down, blowing up pieces of flesh and blood.

The soldiers of the United States even added bayonets to their rifles!

"God, send your angels."

Sergeant Sanderson prayed softly—he had seen the tyrant appearing on the rooftop not far away, and the fly monster emerging from the smoke—and the soldiers prayed softly, praying for a response:

"Not to save, but to destroy, to destroy the enemies of humanity before our eyes."

So, their prayers were answered.

Just a slight deviation:

The roar of machine guns rang out—the demons laughed wildly and tore at the heavy canvas, as if a high-speed chainsaw was gnawing at solid oak! The sound was so dense, continuous, and rough that it brutally filled the deadly sky, shattering the waves of plague flesh and blood, leaving the monsters screaming and dying completely!

The Delta Force soldiers turned their heads in a daze and saw a petite and cute girl walking slowly towards them carrying a machine gun that looked like an MG42. Bat wings, symbolizing the devil, were faintly visible behind her waist.

Angel? Demon?

Or...the Demon King?

"Sensei, I've found the last Tyrant, and the other one was torn off by New Jersey where it should be on the shoreline."

The girl said this, which made Sergeant Sanderson a little confused, but he immediately realized that she was talking about the terrifying monster in the leather coat - this thing was standing on the roof of a building not far away, and was... damn, the monster was about to launch a rocket!

The tyrant, whose body was covered with scars and whose black coat was tattered, was carrying an RPG-7. The next second, he pulled the trigger, and the rocket came with a shrill scream!