Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 342 338. Wen Yan's Hope

  The monsters born in the dark power of the Red Moon World do not have a real organization system. Their invasion methods are very similar to insect swarms or undead.

  The big monsters led and commanded the small monsters, gathered together, and crushed them with an absolute number of advantages, like a black tide rushing out of the ocean, rolling and surging, and being blocked from the position.

  Before the arrival of the reinforcements Helya was looking for, the monsters only assembled for several months without launching a general attack.

  So the casualties of witch hunters are acceptable.

  But this is not good news.

  The number of monsters is increasing rapidly with the day, and it has already reached the level that it can easily flood New Yorkshire. According to the guess of the witch hunt masters, these monsters should be waiting for the next red moon dream.

  At the moment when the dark power surged like a tide to its strongest, and the power of the witch hunter was reduced to its weakest moment, it swarmed again and swallowed the difficult mountain pass.

  By the way, use this as a breakthrough point, dragging the entire new colony into the end of hell.

  If this statement is correct, then there must be an intelligent commander on the monster camp.

  In fact, the topic of whether monsters can give birth to wisdom has been the focus of discussions among witch hunters for more than 50 years.

  Although there have been many examples to prove this, most witch hunters do not want to believe this cruel fact.

  They prefer to treat monsters as brainless monsters rather than conspirators hiding in the dark.

  As long as they think of that possibility, it will make them fear from the bottom of their hearts.

  But the problem will not disappear because of deliberate ignorance. Sooner or later they will have to face this cruel truth.

  At this meeting, while Boss Jiang rushed to Area C, the witch hunt masters and carefully selected elites in the witch hunt club’s base camp were also ready to set off.

  "Hum, hum, hum"

  Two sci-fi-shaped wasteland gunships roared and landed on the top of the mountain. These helicopters have a high level of technology and can take up frontal attacks, fire bombing, and transportation of personnel for multiple purposes.

  They can transport a team of thirty people at a time and carry the necessary equipment.

  The madness of the helicopter when it fell, caused a group of waiting witch hunters to be blown up with hoods or long hair. Most of them were looking at the steel hero with novel eyes.

  And whispered discussing its power source.

  There are no legendary creatures such as Griffins or Pegasus in the Red Moon Realm. It is only a weak magical world. Therefore, these elite witch hunters have to ride on vehicles provided by reinforcements to cross the entire battlefield and perform the final beheading mission.

  Led by the sage of the Witch Hunting Presbyterian Church, the old white-haired Witch Hunter Gordon with a halberd in hand, the seven masters, including Old San, are also ready to set off.

  Hover the helicopter at a height of three meters and drop the suspended ladder downwards.

   Countess Helya was the first to climb up quickly, and the masters also boarded the plane.

  There are strict levels among the orthodox witch hunters, so the remaining elite must be divided into the second plane.

  Above them, there are seven or eight other helicopters hovering in the air waiting.

  All sitting on the top of the counter-current mercenary group, the black hand will arm the engineers, and withdraw one hour ago, this will be the elite soldiers like the Roaring Commando who are ready to step into the battlefield again.

  They will be airdropped to the bombing point between Area B and Area C, where they will resist the return of the monsters and fight for time to kill the monster leader in order to behead the troops.

"Set off!"

  The Countess sat on the edge of the helicopter and easily grabbed the heavy machine gun fixed on the side of the plane's hatch.

  She made a gesture to the pilot, and the two black helicopters immediately lifted off flexibly, merged with the higher flight team, and advanced to Area C.

  "DaDaDaDa"

  Herya is high in the sky, clutching the heavy machine gun modified by the Vulcan Cannon, like playing a cruel hunting game, condescending to sprinkle the firepower of destruction below.

  The monsters who are being pressed by the firepower and retreating to the star gate of the battlefield are completely unable to counterattack, and can only let the whip drop from the sky to smash them to pieces.

  The dark red ashes that burst up when the monsters die are like fireworks bursting up on the dark red ground, making Helya feel very good.

   also made the witch hunt masters sitting in the cabin more interested in these powerful weapons.

  The two masters, Murphy and Maria, have started to discuss with Old Saen in a low voice about the possibility of buying these weapons and arming witch hunters.

  In the lower battlefield at this time, in several divided positions, the witch hunting rangers who were ordered to withdraw from the front line were also behind the heavy truck battle line of the Laojiang Allied Forces.

   began to use their familiar tactics to cut, encircle, and annihilate.

  Those modified heavy trucks will stop after driving a certain distance, use the rocket bomb nests on both sides of the vehicle to open the road ahead, and ignite smoke clouds on the ground with every bombardment.

  Once the bombing is over, the witch hunters will rush forward bravely and harvest the lives of those silly monsters.

  Although the two different forces have cooperated for the first time, they have cooperated very well.

  Witch hunting masters looked down from the porthole, so condescending, you can easily see the changes in the battlefield, the reinforcements are using firepower to compress the battlefield in a planned and step-by-step manner.

  Press the monsters all around to the center, the white light after the star gate opens is like a gate, and like the open mouth of an insatiable thirsty monster.

   swallow all the monsters squeezed from all directions.

   "Where are you going to send those monsters?"

  Master Murphy asked in a low voice:

   "Those cursed lives that only bring destruction and destruction, can they still be used by you?"

"sure."

  The old Saen who was checking the equipment, inserted the black magazine into the socket of the M240 machine gun in his hand, which was an upgraded version of the weapon inscribed with the five-element ink talisman.

  I have made several upgrade changes.

  Although it is still only a small supply of fine products, old Saen’s position in Jiangxia’s commercial system is naturally able to obtain such weapons as equipment.

  Its most expensive place is on the black magazine.

  That thing is Moshuangshan’s unique magic weapon, called "Thousands of Machine Boxes". Shi Rui's battle armor also uses this kind of magic weapon. Its principle is very similar to that of Na Jie.

  But it is not as easy to carry as the ring, and the function is more simple. It only stores a large number of items in it. A top-grade thousand-machine box costs 1,000 cents and can hold 30,000 bullets.

  Lao Jiang is planning to replace the magazines of all firearms and magical weapons with a thousand-machine box, of course, mainly for rapid-fire weapons such as Gatling and heavy machine guns.

  The price will also increase accordingly.

   "No need to ask more."

  Old Saen put this domineering machine gun that needed a soldier to carry in his arms, he closed his eyes, leaned on the seat, and said to the two witch hunt masters next to him:

   "If we take away the monsters, it will relieve the burden on the world and you. This is a good thing, so don’t ask too much."

   Murphy and Maria looked at each other.

  They were obviously not satisfied with this answer, but they sensibly did not choose to continue asking. The remaining masters were looking for a suitable weapon in the weapon box in the rear cabin.

  The black fox thoughtfully prepared for them some magical weapons and swords from the Suffering Wood Realm, as well as a big killer like the upgraded machine gun in the hands of Old Saen.

  Of course, none of them are free.

  As the leader of the witch hunt master, the old witch hunt saint holding a halberd did not choose a weapon. On the contrary, he was talking in a low voice to the queen.

   "Little Helya."

  The saint called to the lady, and Heya put down the joystick of the heavy machine gun in her hand and stopped bullying the poor monsters.

  She turned her head and asked the old man with a respectful attitude:

   "Gordon Saint, is there any problem?"

   "Well, this old man, I wanted to talk to you about your parents today."

  Sage Gordon laughed, he withdrew his gaze from the heavy machine gun in front of Helya, and then the old cheek became serious.

  I am afraid that there is an old man who is nearly eighty years old. He straightened his body and whispered to Helya:

  "But now is obviously not the right time, so I asked impolitely, does it mean that you have more thoughts behind you bringing us this powerful reinforcement.

  For example, a refuge where our civilization can continue in another world? "

  The Countess blinked.

  The heart is worthy of being a saint, and there is really much knowledge.

  The gazes of other witch hunt masters still stayed on this war, and the saint had already seen the slightest knowledge, and was aware of the deeper quest of the queen.

  Halya and Old Saen looked at each other, the latter nodded slightly, and the lady quelled her hair, and said mildly to the legendary old man who was respected by all the witch hunters:

   "Yes, Gordon Saint."

   "I said that I brought hope to our world. It is not a lie. I have found a refuge for our suffering people.

  Furthermore, it is two! "

"it is good!"

  The old man Gordon grinned suddenly, showing a cheerful smile.

  Before the monster disaster broke out, the old witch hunter, who was already in a high position in the old world, had a legendary experience stroking the dark red war halberd in his hand.

  He rubbed his hands like a child, and a smile appeared in his somewhat muddy eyes.

   waved his hand to Helya and said:

   "Although I can't guarantee that I can help you persuade Dennis and Cecilia, but at least I can guarantee that if things don't go well, I will join your camp with witch hunters who are willing to obey me.

  The premise is that I must see with my own eyes what you promised.

hope! "

   "Gordon Saint!"

  The words of the great elder immediately attracted the exclamation of the witch hunt masters behind him.

  Obviously, this kind of commitment is beyond everyone's imagination.

   "That means the split of the witch hunt!"

  Old Saen sat up even more, looking at the sage witch hunter, he said coldly:

  "That means that you, the saint who has established the witch hunting club with your own hands, have to abandon your vows and dedicate the neutral witch hunt club to one force, and exist as a subordinate of others.

  You will become the villain and the coward whom the thousands refer to.

  Those who respect and love you will insult you and abandon you because of this. Do you really know what terrible promises you are making now?

  Gordon.

  Are you confused? "

   "Good question!"

  Old Witch Hunter Gordon laughed.

  He glanced at Old San and said:

  "So, San Helford, as a retired master, please tell me, what is the meaning of the birth and existence of the Witch Hunt?

  I can dedicate everything to the witch hunt because I want to protect the compatriots behind me.

  But if I see another kind of hope and power that is more worthy of following than the pale efforts of the witch hunt, then I can also destroy it for my fellow countrymen, my world.

  I have never forgotten the oath that I swore by blood when escaping from the old world. "

  Gordon Saint was sitting in the helicopter flying to the ruins of the lighthouse. He turned his head and looked at the turbid ocean behind the lighthouse, the dense fog that persisted throughout the year, and the direction of the old continent after the dense fog.

  He paused for a few seconds, and said in an accentuated tone:

   "Yes, San, I know exactly what I'm doing."

  "Just as before, I am fulfilling my vow."

  (End of this chapter)