Black Flint was a little restless.
It is said that only demons who are particularly devout to their ancestors and whose souls are particularly pure can see the Ten Thousand Demons Palace in the clouds.
Black Flint felt aggrieved.
He felt that he had always been very pious to his ancestors.
Although he couldn't quite figure out who those ancestors were, such as Pangu, Gonggong, Kuafu, Houyi, etc., and who did what, he couldn't pay the "ancestral spirit tax" every month.
The most, the most refreshing?
The old men told him the rules of his ancestors, and he was honest and never violated any of them.
"It's all that stupid bitch's fault!"
Black Firestone muttered in his heart, and in his anger, his bull's eye was quickly covered with layers of bloodshot eyes.
Seeing that he was the only one missing from the entire Wildhammer company, Black Flint's eyes were red and swollen, and his head began to feel dizzy again.
He was angry and anxious, and his eyelids were twitching wildly.
It was as if I really saw a light emitting from the clouds, a colorful light.
"I saw it!
I saw it!"
Black Firestone didn't know if the "Glorious Temple of Ten Thousand Demons" looked like this, but he was so excited that he shed tears.
"That's the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, that's our destination above the sea of stars!"
Master Jinjiao swung the demon-patterned ox-horn warhammer into a storm and roared murderously, "Come on, warriors, let those despicable and cowardly humans see the power of Pangu's blood!"
Ahead, countless red fireflies guided the way, whether it was the black-horned pack ox, the meteor iron ox or the iron-tailed barbarian ox... the eyes of all the cattle tribe emitted flames, and the demonic energy gushing out from their nostrils condensed into A bunch of rolling red clouds!
Together, they launched a jagged and chaotic charge towards the human outpost!
Black Firestone's brain has been completely burned by the nerve stimulants, and his calm consciousness is quickly being replaced by the murderous desire.
At this moment, he cannot even imagine what the "glorious Temple of Ten Thousand Demons" looks like.
The master said that as long as he fights bravely and concentrates on killing.
You can ascend to the glorious Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, and no longer have to worry about how to cultivate the two thin fields covered with poisonous wattle grass and double-tailed scorpions.
The Hall of Ten Thousand Demons has wine ponds, meat forests, and countless delicacies.
There is no need to plow the fields or mine, just have fun all day long!
Black Firestone didn't know what "Wine Pond Meat Forest" was, let alone what "delicious food" meant.
He only knew that those were delicious and delicious things.
But even "very delicious and delicious food".
Black Flint doesn't even know what it feels like.
Since he was born, everything Black Flint has eaten has barely filled his stomach at most, and it definitely doesn't match "very delicious."
Somehow, among the last sparks in Black Firestone's mind, a shiny roast chicken suddenly popped out.
That was a picture of a large human village that he had seen in a fantasy world.
It was a very, very, very, very big village, so big that Black Firestone didn't know how to describe it, and other details in the big village.
He had forgotten all about it, but this roasted chicken was roasted carefully in an iron stove.
It looked crispy on the outside, shiny on the inside, bubbling, and dripping with oil.
It was deeply engraved in his heart.
On his cerebral cortex, he could clearly remember the sound of chicken fat dripping on the coals.
Every hard night in the military camp, after thinking about my mother-in-law and two little boys.
Black Firestone kept thinking about what roast chicken should taste like?
Is it as tender as 'valerian worm', or as crispy as 'red fern root'?
Of course Black Flint had seen chickens and caught them before, but he had never been willing to eat them.
That's a very valuable thing.
Besides, the master will not let them eat.
The master said that the cattle tribe is born to eat grass.
At least the black-blooded cattle tribe should eat grass.
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At most, they should eat some small insects to satisfy their greed.
This is the rule of the ancestors.
If you eat big fish and meat, you will break the rules of your ancestors.
After death, he would not be able to go to the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.
Not only could he not be able to go, but his mother-in-law and children could not go either.
"I wonder if there is roast chicken in the 'Glorious Hall of Ten Thousand Demons'?
If there is 'big fish and meat' there, it must be allowed by our ancestors, right?"
Black Flint was thinking wildly as he spread his hooves and ran wildly.
These black bloods do not carry too heavy weapons and armors.
Their mission is to attack all human outposts, strongholds and battle fortresses within sight as soon as possible after traveling to the Tianyuan Realm, and serve as follow-up troops for the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance.
Clear all obstacles, or in other words, block all possible fire points.
Black Flint ran very fast on all four hooves, and the burning feeling in his brain made his blood boil.
It was as if he had wings and his soul was out of body, breaking away from this clumsy and ugly body.
He thought about the shiny roast chicken and became more and more energetic.
It was like a roaring wind.
He quickly surpassed all his companions, surpassed "Missing Ears", and was the first to rush towards the target surrounded by more than a dozen door crystals.
A human outpost guarded by railguns.
A blank smile appeared on Black Flint's face, and he wagged his tail towards "Missing Ears" three times in revenge for the guy's mockery of him just now.
"Missing Ears" is always like this, with weak hands and weak feet, and can't outrun him every time.
He has gained so much muscle in vain.
No wonder the old woman followed him back then, instead of "Missing Ears", a guy with thicker and bigger horns.
"If I really go to the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons in the sky and see roasted chicken, I must bring back half of one for my mother-in-law and my kids to try!"
Black Firestone frowned and used his few remaining active brain cells to seriously think about how to steal the roast chicken from the Ten Thousand Demons Palace.
In all his life, he has never stolen anything!
The crystal cannon at the human outpost in front emitted a stream of really beautiful light.
It was brilliant and colorful, just like the "Glorious Temple of Ten Thousand Demons" he saw in the clouds.
"Strange, how come the Ten Thousand Demons Palace is inside the human race's cannon?"
Black Firestone wondered, and suddenly found himself flying high, his mouth felt sticky, wet, and had a sour taste.
"Is this what roast chicken tastes like?"
Black Flint struggled, wanting to move his tongue again and savor this indescribable taste.
He stretched out his arms and waved them wildly in the air, trying to grab the fragrant and fat roasted chicken.
In the human outpost opposite.
He was covered with beards and had a red nose.
He looked like a sentinel who had been drunk all day long, looking at the increasing number of dense red dots on the light screen.
With a "Bah" sound, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground and muttered: "Too fucking unlucky."
Since the "Battle of Dawn", almost all of the Federation's towns and military bases in the wilderness have been destroyed.
It is no longer able to maintain the long supply line and build a larger war base north of the wilderness.
Now, the Federation has adopted a strategy of shrinking defense, concentrating most of its elites on the Jubian Pass line in the southern part of the wilderness, and at the same time diverting more resources.
Invest in the construction of a new all-crystal armor battle group.
In the vast wilderness in the northern part of the Great Wilderness, there are only a few sparse outposts.
Rather than relying on these outposts to resist the demon clan, it is better to say that when the demon clan attacks, they must issue an alarm as soon as possible and initially detect the reality of the demon clan.
The federal troops stationed in these outposts are very aware of their responsibilities and their fate once the monsters arrive.
But this is war.
The Starry Federation’s magical powers have not yet developed enough to refine a magic weapon.
In the wilderness where the spiritual magnetic environment is extremely complex, it can completely replace the sentry.
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The only thing the Federal Army can do is to shorten the mission time of each sentry as much as possible and replace a batch of sentries every seven days.
Every sentinel, as long as he sticks to it for seven days, can get a month-long vacation and go home to reunite with his relatives.
This sentry has been holding on for seven and a half days.
The sentry who came to replace him encountered a thunderstorm area halfway, and the transport ship was struck by lightning.
It was being repaired urgently and he could only stay here for one more day.
Who knows!
The sentry was trembling all over and his ten fingers were dancing.
He was a rough man with a big body and a thick body.
But like a child who had been bullied, he cried aggrievedly.
"Hold!"
cried the sentry, "Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!"
While the sentry was crying, he injected a sedative into his neck, picked up a cigarette, and then turned on the crystal brain.
Quickly enter everything you observe.
As a series of data and pictures turned into spiritual waves and were transmitted to the rear, the sentry breathed a sigh of relief and found that the mucus from his nose was flowing to his lips.
The sentry wiped away his tears and snot with his dirty cuffs, took out his personal crystal brain from his arms, and activated a curtain of light as if he were stroking the most precious gem in the world.
This is the forefront of the wilderness.
The spiritual magnetic environment is too complex, making it difficult to communicate directly with the federal hinterland.
The federal army also has its own rules.
Soldiers can carry personal crystals, but they are not allowed to connect to the spiritual network.
What he inspired was just a three-dimensional photo stored inside.
In the photo, there is a woman with permed curly hair, a fat figure, and a smile, and two boys with tiger-like heads.
The older boys winked and made faces at him.
The sentry smiled, and suddenly remembered that he told his wife that he had quit smoking.
He hurriedly put out the cigarette butt, picked his teeth with his tongue, and then gently kissed the illusive Xuanguang with his big, hairy mouth. , kissing Xuan Guang into tiny ripples.
The sentry put the crystal brain upright next to him, turned around and picked up a crystal cannon.
This kind of crystal cannon on a fixed gun position can be controlled by the control crystal brain in the outpost.
He only needs to sit in front of the light curtain and monitor it.
However, the sentry still disabled one of the crystal cannons from automatic firing and switched it to manual control.
Under normal circumstances, a railgun requires three soldiers to manually operate it.
The sentry gritted his teeth and used all his strength to smash the crystal boxes one by one into the magazine.
"Buzz buzz!"
Arcs of electricity circled the three magnetic rails of the railgun, and the arcs spread to his arms, tearing his skin, nerves, and flesh into pieces!
The sentry's tears turned red.
He took one last look at the tiny ripples on the screen, took a deep breath, put his head to the aiming position of the railgun, squinted his left eye, and firmly locked on the target.
The demon in front.
That's a crazy bull.
He ran so fast that drops of blood seeped out all over his body.
They were evaporated by the heat and turned into a faint blood mist, making his huge figure look even more uglier.
The mad cow grinned ferociously, its eyes almost bursting out of its sockets filled with violent light, and light yellow saliva flowed from the corners of its mouth, looking very hungry.
The sentry could completely imagine the scene after being rushed into the town by such a monster.
The sentry used his fingers, which were bloody and almost exposed, to rub the activating talisman array of the railgun and murmured: "Come on, you beast!"