The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 296 This world has become filthy again!
"Master, my lord, I'm begging you, can you please hurry up?"

A Black Hawk soldier cursed as he threw grenades down the tunnel, muttering repeatedly:

"If we're any slower, these guys might all rush at us. We'll either get killed by their magic or be crushed to death by those big guys!"

The Black Hawk soldier expressed his frustration, having assumed that as an elite soldier, he should rampage across the battlefield and thoroughly humiliate the Cambrian Empire's country bumpkins.

But after the Dread Knight jumped down in the rocket drop pod, they also jumped from the airship by parachute, only to find out upon landing:

Damn it, what kind of bastards are the guards in this fortress?
None of them are human!

Now he pinned all his hopes on the mages, since among all the units on their side, these mages seemed to be the least human.

Unfortunately, these mages not only acted in a secretive manner, but they were also all slow and indecisive!
If it weren't for the fact that the mage system and their ranks were independent, and he had no authority to manage or command these mages, he would have slapped them across the face long ago.

Damn it!

Moving so slowly on the battlefield, do you want to end up in a military court?
The mage, sensing the resentment of the soldiers beside him, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Brother, he's summoning a demon. Do you think it's as easy as pulling a grenade?

If summoning demons were as easy as pulling a grenade, then the Empire wouldn't need to establish any special mage academies. Wouldn't it be better to just gather anyone with a bit of magical talent and organize them into grenadiers?

As more and more hellhounds were killed by players, the mages also gathered more and more souls.

Strictly speaking, the spell he is currently performing is a very taboo act, using the soul of a demon to sacrifice to other demons, which could easily cost the mage dearly.

But he was helpless; he couldn't collect enough enemy souls, nor did he have any soul reserves of his own.

I wonder what the Necromancers of the Empire do with the souls they have, given that they are constantly causing bloodshed in wars?

In this way, he managed to reverse the flow of the electricity meter. After he had gathered almost all the souls, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a prayer wheel from his pouch.

"What the hell is this?"

When the other abyss mage saw the strange thing his companion had taken out, he almost couldn't keep his composure for a moment.

"I said... are you sure using this thing to chant spells will work?"

The monk holding the prayer wheel shrugged, a hint of uncertainty on his face.

"I don't know, but we're just trying anything. Otherwise, do you think our team could have held on for so long, chanting spells all the time?"

"Who knows if the stuff those guys in the Equipment Department develop is reliable or not? We can only give it a try now!"

Using a specially made human drum, along with human skin taken from the back, scriptures engraved on it by extracting demon blood, and the soul of an unlucky soul sealed inside the tube, they created a very magical prayer wheel.

Theoretically, this thing can indeed chant spells quickly, but according to actual research, they found that:
This thing requires the mage to have a very steady hand and to rotate it at a constant speed as much as possible, otherwise it will lead to unstable spellcasting.

It is said that the people in the equipment department installed some kind of speed control gear on it in order to control the rotation speed of this thing as much as possible.

Does this thing actually work?

Then he wouldn't know. What else can he do but try?

As this prayer wheel, which looked utterly malevolent, was being spun at an astonishing speed by the abyss mage, some special energy was rapidly gathering within it.

The souls of countless hellhounds poured into the spell before them, causing the surrounding mist to solidify and spread at an astonishing speed.

"Quick! Get back! The demon is about to emerge from hell!"

"Damn it, I can't possibly control so many demons. If I don't want to be torn apart by them, I'd better get back!"

Upon hearing this, the other Black Hawk soldiers hurriedly retreated, leaving only a few Abyss Mages at the front trying their best to stabilize the portal.

The players haven't figured out what happened at the top of the fortress yet, but they've noticed that the enemy's firepower seems to have weakened.

When they charged forward, there were no more fear knights wielding greatswords to cut them down, no more armor-piercing bullets suddenly flying at them, and no more grenades being thrown down incessantly.

Several Oglin players immediately squeezed up the passageway, their enormous size making them appear quite bulky as they walked up the stairs.

These players, in particular, didn't know how to be considerate; they seemed eager to push their companions off the stage.

"Holy crap, what is this thing again?"

Seeing the vast expanse of blood-red mist, the players were momentarily stunned. But just as they were still pondering, strange enemies suddenly emerged from within it.

"Holy crap, a beastman? Wait, what kind of beastman is this?"

When the players first saw the enemies emerging, they initially thought that more Beastmen had come out of the portal. After all, they had seen those warp creatures before and had even crushed a wave of horned beastmen in melee combat.

But when they saw the enemy emerge in full, they realized that it didn't seem to be a beastman.

Compared to the Beastman's lean physique, this thing, although also covered in fur, horns, and reverse joints, looks quite bloated and obese, almost like a smaller version of an ogre.

The monster was wearing armor, but had two goat heads on its head. The two goat heads seemed to be arguing about something, but the player couldn't understand their language.

One after another, these monsters emerged from the mist. They were somewhat stunned when they saw the Oglin players rushing towards them, but then they became excited.

These monsters picked up their battle axes, roared, and charged towards Oglin, and then...

Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!
Oglin, wielding a heavy machine gun, fired wildly at the monster's chest, forcing it to retreat repeatedly. Then, he slammed a shield down on it.

With a loud crack, the two heads of the monster charging at the front were shattered by Oglin's iron shield.

However, more and more monsters continued to emerge from the red mist. Although the other players were armed with heavy weapons such as AT guns and Gatling guns, they were still unable to stop the rapidly increasing number of monsters.

"Oh no! This is a warp invasion! We've encountered the Chaos Legion!"

"Quickly, quickly, call the Inquisition! Call the psionicists! We need a force to fight the demons!"

"Damn it, when will this game unlock the Grey Knight? It would be so awesome if we had the Grey Knight!"

While complaining, the players kept retreating along the corridor, and the narrow terrain temporarily became a bottleneck to restrict these demons.

Armor-piercing rounds continued to fire from the AT cannon, easily piercing the bodies of these bizarre monsters, but these things were incredibly resilient.
Unless you hit the heart or the head, hitting other parts of the body only seems to temporarily stop these demons.

At the same time, these demons are not only good at melee attacks, they also seem to have ranged attack capabilities.

A demon roared and hurled its heavy two-handed axe, which struck an Oglin player squarely on the head, knocking him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the demon charged forward with its bare hands, seemingly intending to tear the player to pieces.

But when He stood in front of Oglin, He found that He seemed a little too small. Although He was two meters tall, which was already quite tall, Oglin was two heads taller than the monster.

Realizing that its height was actually surpassed by its enemy, and that it would be even shorter if its horns were removed, the monster was immediately unhappy.

He roared and charged forward, attempting to wrestle with Eugen.

Click!

With a crisp crack of bone breaking, accompanied by a bloodcurdling scream, the monster who wanted to compete with Oglin in strength had one of its arms torn off.

Immediately afterward, as Oglin slammed the large iron shield down, the monster fell silent.

"Psionicists, what are you doing?"

"Stop yelling! These monsters either don't have blood, or they can resist the effects of the Boiling Blood skill. I don't think I can kill them from a distance!"

One of the psionicists made a comment and then unleashed a fear spell on the monsters.

This skill was quite effective; the collective fear threw them into a panic, even causing them to fight amongst themselves.

"I think your spells aren't working because the blood of these monsters is inherently boiling, right?"

The rice noodle cat glanced at the hot blood spilled on the ground by the monsters, and couldn't help but be surprised as he watched the red blood still steaming.

What on earth is this thing? Its blood is really boiling!
Suddenly, a large burst of blue and pink flames shot out from behind. One of the psionic players risked coming closer and used his psionic flame skill.

The vast expanse of psionic flames could not only attack the physical body, but also scorch the soul, instantly inflicting real damage on the demon.

One by one, the monsters roared and collapsed to the ground in agony. The player's wave of fire attacks was incredibly efficient!

"I said, let's just call in more people, this looks like we can't hold on much longer!"

More and more monsters kept pouring down from above, and the densely packed corpses almost blocked the stairwell.

Players don't believe that blocking the stairwell with corpses will stop these things. The top of the fortress leads down, and there's more than one stairwell to walk through.

More and more players have heard the news and are rushing over here. Players are constantly running out of the underground respawn point and joining the melee above.

Meanwhile, it seems that new units have appeared on the demon side, with an even greater number of hellhounds emerging from under the demons' feet.

In addition, there is another demon that looks extremely similar to a Licker, but only has an upper body and its lower body is a ball of fire, which is crawling down the ceiling.

"Damn it! They've really lost all humanity! What kind of trouble have those Black Hawk devils caused this time?"

Colonel Yulten, who had just arrived, was also stunned by the scene before him. Was the Black Hawk Empire's world war really this hardcore? Opening the gates of hell so easily?

But he didn't know that the Black Hawk soldiers were also bewildered by the massive influx of demons.

"What's going on? What kind of things did you summon? Are you trying to make us perish together with the enemy?"

A fear knight held his greatsword to the abyss mage's neck and roared furiously.

The other Dread Knights covered the soldiers' retreat while also retreating, as these demons were indiscriminately chasing after them.

"This isn't right. How should I know what's going on? Could it be that I'm chanting the incantation too fast?"

The monk holding the prayer wheel was still in a daze, staring at the scene before him.

This was not what he had imagined.

He only planned to summon about a dozen demons, but who knew that he would open a portal and accidentally create so many demons?

But just then, another abyss mage next to him couldn't help but complain:
"I suspect you skipped class at 8 AM. This is clearly some hellish demon taking over our portal spells!"

"It must be because you sacrificed demon souls before, and accidentally attracted the attention of some great demons. Now they're starting to send troops out!"

Listening to the argument between the abyss mages, the fear knight felt his head was about to explode.

"Enough! Tell me! What should we do now?"

The Dread Knight roared, and the abyss mages immediately stopped.

Although they were in no way inferior to the Fear Knights in terms of status, these mages, who had only recently graduated from the academy, were actually quite afraid of such a brute wielding a greatsword.

Who knows if this guy, in his rage, will actually chop them all up to vent his anger?
"Never mind all that for now, let's retreat and let these demons fight the Cambrian soldiers to the death. We'll figure out how to deal with these demons later."

A mage from the abyss waved his hand at the crowd and said:
"Given the current situation, we can't intervene even if we want to; we might end up getting ourselves completely involved."

"These demons will be rejected when they come to the human world. They cannot stay here for long. When they turn back, they will automatically disappear."

If that's the case, then what are we waiting for?
Get out of here quickly!

The paratroopers dropped by the Black Hawk Empire were retreating, and the Black Hawk airships overhead also noticed the commotion at the top of the fortress.

"What the hell have these mages caused this time? I always said the Empire shouldn't be so obsessed with studying witchcraft!"

Upon hearing such a statement, one can immediately tell that the air force officer currently hurling insults is a traditionalist military man.

After giving him a severe dressing-down, the commander of the large airship quickly contacted the other medium-sized airships and said:
"Number 2 and Number 3, you two move closer and provide machine gun fire support for our units below!"

As the airship slowly descended, several machine gunners located on the gunboat below immediately began operating the large-caliber machine guns in the turrets, firing in turns at the demons.

Armor-piercing shells never believe in hellish demons; this is the truest state of mind of the Black Hawk soldiers at this moment.

No matter what kind of demons or monsters they are, as long as they can't withstand our armor-piercing bullets, then their hideous and terrifying appearance is meaningless!

Under the overwhelming firepower of the airship, the demons that had just emerged from the portal died in droves, and various demons were constantly being torn to pieces.

The blood that was everywhere seemed to further stimulate the nerves of these demons, making them even angrier.

A group of demons roared, and some even threw their battle axes into the sky, but none of them managed to hit the airship above.

Seeing this, the Black Hawk soldiers in the airship felt much more at ease.

Since these guys can't fly and can be killed by machine gun bullets, what's there to be afraid of?

Just as he was thinking this, new units appeared in the portal again. A large number of winged worms flew out of the portal and rushed towards the airship.

"I freaking...fire!"

"This is impossible. I suspect I'm still half asleep. Are we attacking a fortress or stopping demons invading the human world?"

The Black Hawk soldiers looked at these extremely disgusting and bizarre worms and felt like they were about to have a mental breakdown.

This is unbelievable! Where did all these demons come from?

The officer who knew the inside story couldn't help but curse those abyss mages. It must have been those abyss mages who went too far, which is why they brought out the demon!
The airships, which had just landed, slowly began to take off again, and at the same time, their anti-aircraft firepower was fully activated.

Although they didn't know what special abilities these worms had, it was clear that the thing was not friendly to them at all, and letting it crawl up was a huge risk.

The Black Hawk Army was also in a sorry state due to these demons, but the players were having a good time.

"Wow, you know what! These demons are pretty powerful, each with its own branch. The merit reward for killing one demon is at least equivalent to that of two Black Hawk soldiers!"

Rice noodle cat glanced at the rapidly increasing merit points on its interface, excitedly exclaiming as it continuously bombarded the top of the fortress with the newly equipped carrot launcher.

But just then, a strange question suddenly occurred to him:

"But I don't understand, they're all summoned units launched by the enemy, so why do these demons get merit points, and the amount seems to be quite large? The undead summoned by necromancers don't get merit points!"

This question puzzled not only the players, but also Andrei, who was watching the war from the other side.

"...This doesn't make sense. Why is that?"

Watching the players battle the demons, Andrei couldn't help but start to wonder about the problem.

He frowned and began to ponder what the huge difference was between those skeletons and zombies and demons.

"What's wrong, Andrei? What are you thinking about?" Katyusha, who had come over to play with Andrei and Yelena out of boredom, was probably too engrossed in his thoughts. As soon as she entered, she saw Andrei looking worried.

With a snap, he looked up at the clock on the wall and realized that he had been frozen in one position for at least half an hour.

"It's nothing. I'm just wondering what the essential difference is between the demons summoned by the Black Hawk Mage and the undead they resurrect?"

Upon hearing this question, Yelena and Katyusha exchanged a glance, completely failing to understand what he was saying.

"So you're... starting to study philosophy?"

Katyusha jumped onto Andrei's table, found a place to sit, patted his head, and laughed heartily as she said:

"Hahaha, Andreosha, stop dreaming! Your simple mind has absolutely no capacity for philosophical thinking!"

Nonsense! What makes you think he lacks philosophical thinking ability?

Andrei strongly disagreed, arguing that he had seen Brokeback Mountain and therefore didn't understand philosophy.

However, he wasn't in the mood for nonsense right now; he simply shook his head and said:
"I'm not thinking about philosophy. I just received a revelation from the Goddess of Summer. The undead summoned by the Black Hawk Army and the demons they summon seem to have some kind of essential difference, but I don't know exactly where that difference lies."

Katyusha couldn't help but roll her eyes. Would the four goddesses of the Cambrian Empire be so bored as to ask Andrei such a question for no reason?

However, since Andrei was curious, she also wanted to study this issue.

"Is it possible that they belong to different entities?"

Katyusha guessed thoughtfully:

"Demons certainly belong to hell, but the undead, no matter what, belong to the human world; they're just corpses manipulated by special magic..."

Before he could finish speaking, Andrei shook his head.

"It can't be, I... how can I explain this?"

"That's the thing. Both demons and living human soldiers have it, but the corpses don't. Human soldiers are also human beings!"

Katyusha frowned upon hearing Andrei's words.

But just then, Yelena suddenly thought of something and said somewhat uncertainly:
"Wait a minute, Andreosha, could you be talking about a soul?"

“I remember hearing scholars from the church research that said the corpses resurrected by necromancy did not bring back their souls; those corpses were driven by something else.”

"I don't remember much about what happened next, but I remember that the resurrected undead should have no souls..."

Yelena had only spoken halfway when Andrei excitedly grabbed her shoulder.

"That's it! I've figured it out, it must be the soul!"

"Yelena, you're right. I really didn't know about this characteristic of necromancers before!"

Now I understand!

Andrei suddenly wondered if his system was judging the merits gained from killing enemies based on their souls.
But just as he was following this line of thought, he found that there were some parts that he couldn't explain clearly.

That's not right. If players' merits are calculated based on the number of souls they kill, then how should they be calculated for destroying enemy armored vehicles?
It's impossible to say that those tanks and mechs have souls, right?
This isn't Warhammer 40k, so are we going to give him a "Machine Soul Joy" or a "Praise to the God of Machines" next?
Furthermore, the officers seem to be of higher value than ordinary soldiers. You can't say that the souls of officers are more noble or more valuable than the souls of ordinary soldiers, can you?
We're all human, so what's the difference in our souls?
Andrei fell into deep thought again.

Wait a minute, he only calls the system rewards "merit points" to the players, but in reality, his system has always been rewarding influence points.

In other words, does his system really determine rewards based on influence? But why is every soldier's influence the same?

Andrei thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out the answer. However, he always felt that there was something strange going on.

"Forget it, I'll think about this later."

Andrei waved his hand, changing the subject, and then suddenly asked about Katyusha:

"By the way, have you seen where that saintess of the Iris Empire is?"

Katyusha's expression darkened when Andrei mentioned the woman.

She couldn't help but snort, and said sullenly:
"Hmph! Men! It's only been half a day, and they're already thinking about that big-breasted cow from Iris!"

Is it that big? How come he didn't notice?
Hearing Katyusha say this, Andrei was suddenly a little confused.

The main reason was that every time he saw Jeanne, she was wearing a suit of armor.

Even with that layer of breastplate, he couldn't tell the size, could he?
But seeing Katyusha's expression, Andrei couldn't help but ruffle her hair and say with a smile:

"Don't be discouraged, small things are actually very cute—ah!"

Before she finished speaking, Katyusha flipped off the table and jumped down, then stomped hard on Andrei's foot.

After she finished stepping on it, she made a face and then got down to business.

"If I remember correctly, she should be leading her ghost warriors as a construction team, right?"

"These past two days she has been directing her Thousand Sons Legion to help set up the defenses. I must say, although those empty puppets are a bit scary, those guys are really excellent labor."

What the heck? Is this the Thousand Sons Army?

Andrei felt something was off. He imagined the Thousand Sons Legion to be noble and elegant spellcasters who would occasionally pull off some terrible tricks.

But how did these guys suddenly turn into grime-hunters, just like the Iron Warriors?
Good heavens, just thinking about Magnus leading his Thousand Sons and Red Sons to the construction site to work on the mortar, just like Peturabo, makes Andrei feel like he can't hold back anymore.

Although it felt strange, Andrei simply shouted at the guards outside:
"Soldier, call the Thousand Sons Legion for me. I have a combat mission to assign to them. It's time for them to prepare for deployment!"

Upon hearing this, the guard outside saluted Andrei and then quickly ran outside.

"What's wrong, Andreosha? Is there some battle going on somewhere? My Winter's Wrath Titan Legion is ready to set out at any time!"

As soon as Andrei finished speaking, Katyusha became excited.

"Uh, I don't think we'll need your Titan Legion to set out yet..."

After recalling the structure of the warehouse, or rather the fortress, Andrei shook his head.

Putting aside whether Katyusha's legions could teleport through the warp, just considering the battlefield environment there, he felt it wasn't very suitable for Titan units to launch an attack.

What he needs is a force to go inside the fortress and deal with the demons, not for the Titans to raze the fortress to the ground.

"Hmph! Andreosha, you've changed. Ever since that big milk cow from the Iris Empire arrived, I've felt you've distanced yourself from me! You don't even think of my legion first when it comes to war anymore!"

Katyusha snorted coldly, her cheeks puffing up like a pufferfish.

Seeing this, Andrei couldn't help but gently poke her cheek, then explained:

"That's not the reason. Don't make things up for yourself! As you know, I have a group of soldiers who happened to capture a fortified warehouse behind enemy lines, but they've run into some trouble."

"The Black Hawk Army has summoned demons, and they're trapped in the warehouse. I need a force to help them out, and the Thousand Sons Legion happens to have teleportation capabilities."

That's true. Katyusha also knows that her legion is indeed not suitable to participate in this war.

Unless Andrei launches a large-scale counter-offensive on his own front for that force, advancing two hundred kilometers.

Otherwise, her Titan Legion would be unable to reach the army at the fortress if they wanted to support it.

"Damn it, how did that woman even manage to teleport like that?! That's insane!"

Thinking of this, Katyusha couldn't help but feel indignant. She dreamed of having that kind of teleportation ability.

Regarding Katyusha, Andrei felt it was better not to have that teleportation ability.

Although he didn't understand why there was a Bluebird in this world, it was clear that its teleportation ability was a special skill of a certain big bluebird.

The warp is no pleasant place. To put it bluntly, when Jeanne led the Thousand Sons through the warp, it was like crawling through a cesspool.

Only because she was Tzeentch's chosen one, and those soldiers were all red-letter warriors, did no problems arise.

Otherwise, if someone doesn't even activate the Geller force field and goes directly into the territory of the Chaos God, it would be strange if they didn't turn into a Chaos Egg!
Jeanne soon received news that she would be going to fight, and when she learned that she would be facing demons from hell, she became even more excited.

Fully armed, she arrived at the command post, gave Andrei a solemn salute, and said with an extremely serious expression:
"General, please rest assured, the Black Hawk Empire has actually colluded with the demon army. They are utterly wicked! I will never stand idly by and allow demons to invade the human world!"

Despite the fact that Miss Jeanne, as one of Treachery's chosen ones, possessed such a strong sense of justice, Andrei was momentarily speechless, but he still nodded and said:
"Next, you might receive a revelation, but it's not certain. If you find yourself receiving any revelation, immediately teleport your army there. We absolutely cannot allow the demons summoned by the Black Hawk Empire to wreak havoc on this land!"

"Take any equipment you need, I'll support you to the fullest extent possible!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, the player also suddenly received a notification from Andrei:

[Congratulations, Psionicist players! You now have a glorious opportunity to self-destruct. We believe that once you open the warp portal, you'll find a surprise reinforcement to aid you.]

As the number of demons increased, they were even forced to retreat to the ground floor and the basement. Upon hearing this news, the players were overjoyed.

"Alright, why didn't you say so sooner? I'm about to self-destruct!"

"My brothers, do not grieve for my death. For the empire, I have no regrets..."

The psionic player was about to do something sentimental, but Colonel Yurten slapped him without hesitation.

"Stop talking nonsense. You're a psionicist who looks like you're connected to Tzeentch. What kind of empire are you fighting for?"

"Don't rush to self-destruct, I have a better idea!"

Then, Colonel Yurten began to explain an idea he had just come up with.

"I reckon there must be some kind of portal at the top of this fortress, either leading to the Warp or somewhere else. Judging from the appearance of these demons, the portal probably doesn't lead to the Warp."

"In that case, why don't we just find a way to throw a psionicist into the portal and then have him self-destruct on the other side?"

At this point, Colonel Yurten could no longer contain his smile.

Before he could explain, some players immediately understood what he was doing.

"Ribbit! Is this the prelude to a war between a warp god and an unknown demon? Awesome!"

"I really want to see Tzeentch engage in an earth-shattering battle with the other evil gods! If I could witness such a powerful battle, even dying would be worth it!"

A group of players, always eager for a good show, expressed their desire to see a war between the demons of the subspace and the local evil forces.

Some of them felt that this world might be a strange one stitched together from Warhammer, Danhor, and the Trench Crusade.

Since that's the case, the battle between the four Chaos Gods and the Seven-Headed Hydra's royal court is a spectacle we simply have to witness!

When the players realized they might have some fun, they immediately displayed amazing organizational skills.

Psionicists and other players who chose other classes were mainly responsible for standing at the back of the team as damage dealers, while Oglin players were responsible for acting as tanks at the front.

They don't need to think about anything else; they just need to unleash all their firepower and launch a counter-offensive along the invading demon forces!
When players don't need to consider sacrifices or costs, and only want to achieve a common goal, the impact they unleash is so powerful that even demons are shocked!

Before the large number of two-headed ram-horned demons that had just charged down could even figure out what was going on, they were blasted into pieces by the overwhelming firepower of the players. Immediately afterwards, several psionic players risked their lives to rush up and together unleashed a large amount of psionic flames.

After clearing a path with psionic flames, Oglin strode forward, shield raised, and charged up while firing his cannon.

When Oglin's side could no longer hold out, the psionicist completed his cooldown and charged forward again, spewing psionic flames.

These psionicists practically turned themselves into flamethrowers, constantly blasting their faces with large swaths of psionic flames.

Unfortunately, their Blood Boiling skill had lost its effect, rendering this magical skill useless.

Otherwise, they would prefer to continue hiding behind Oglin's strong arms and being cunning old foxes.

Besides them, some other players chose the flamethrower class and tried to charge forward with a flamethrower, but they found that the flamethrower class was not very effective.

These demons generally seem to have some fire resistance, so flamethrowers are not very effective against them.

Flamethrowers can kill enemy soldiers in the blink of an eye, but after igniting these demons, they can continue fighting while enduring the flames.

If you make a comparison, players feel that their flamethrower's damage is not even as good as a shotgun.

The players' sudden outburst caught the demons off guard, but they quickly regrouped.

A large number of demons charged towards the players as if they had no fear. But the players were also fearless. A group of bayonet-wielding men roared and clashed with the demons in a desperate, aggressive manner.

Only when the demons were pierced by these bayonets did they realize how strange this thing was.

I don't know how these soldiers did it. They are just tiny humans, yet they were able to pierce through their armor and tough skin with bayonets!
Not only that, but it was the first time they had ever seen such a precise bayonet attack, which always managed to hit the demon's vital points.

So much so that after this clash, even though the human soldiers who charged forward looked much smaller than the demons, in the end, it was the demons who suffered heavy losses.

Despite the players' relentless attacks, they managed to retake the rooftop.

Despite the fact that most of the players who launched the assault were killed, and Oglin was completely wiped out, they still managed to break through.

Seeing the vast expanse of red mist before them, the players did not hesitate and charged into the mist.

Players wielding bayonets almost suicidally kill one demon before being hacked down by another, thus clearing a path for the psionicists behind them.

The remaining psionicists, seeing the portal so close at hand, recklessly unleashed their maximum psionic power, fiercely spraying psionic flames forward with both hands, burning a path through the demon horde.

A hell knight emerged, clad in scarlet armor and a human skin cloak, exuding a strong stench of blood.

He went outside, took a deep breath, smelled the pungent stench of blood and gunpowder, and then let out a sound of ecstasy.

"Ah, the world has become filthy again—ugh!"

Before He could finish speaking, a player wielding a bayonet pierced through His thick chest armor, causing Him to gasp in disbelief before kicking the Hell Knight to the ground.

"Get out of my way! Can't you see I'm busy?"

The Hell Knight, who could be considered an elite unit in Hell, died under the player's one-hit kill bayonet before even having a chance to demonstrate his strength.

Even as He fell, He felt a sense of disbelief, unable to imagine how the other person had ended His eternal torment.

Immediately afterwards, the other psionicists rushed into the portal and arrived at the magnificent scene before them, where red clouds shrouded the earth in hell.

The next moment, psionic light burst forth from their bodies, and the players, who were under overload, all self-destructed.

(End of this chapter)