MTL - War in Heaven-Chapter 1360 The beast of self-proclaimed civilization

The city is burning.

The fire burned every inch of the land, turning the streets into black, the houses on the streets collapsed in flames, and the charred wooden house beams crackled.

Lin Chi opened his eyes and looked at the dagger in his hand and the broken chain mail on his body.

The streets were filled with coke-burning humanoid objects, mixed with ashes and black debris, making the sky dirty and hazy.

"call……"

Lin Chi slowly got up, his chest was still tingling with a big hole, and his right foot, which was hit by mace just now, still hurt, but it didn't seem to hurt as much as before.

The injuries on his body made him awkward. At this time, a small figure stood up in the dead mountain on the other side of the street.

Only the terminator of the right arm, carrying the rusty sword, cast a hateful look on Lin Chi.

boom!

A burning boulder fell on the street between the two. The shock wave exploded and Lin Chi fell to the ground again, dozens of coke corpses were blasted into residue, and a large black smoke rose from the explosion location.

A half of the corpse of Zhenfei flew over and hit him exactly. When Lin Chi pushed away the corpse, he noticed the exquisitely crafted golden coat of arms on the other's incomplete breastplate.

The picture on the coat of arms is a cross staggered with a short sword. The following appears to be Latin text, which has been converted into Chinese by the in-game Chinese system:

Praise Richard the Great Lionheart!

"So, is this feudal age ..."

That's it, of course Lin Chi has already understood where this scene is. This brutal city should be on the European continent.

To the ancient brutal army, slaughtering cities was as common as eating and drinking. Especially those who slaughtered for "belief" did not have any psychological pressure when killing. after all……

Seen as heretical adversaries, soldiers are not considered humans at all.

"..."

Seeing a light crossbow two meters away on the right hand side, Lin Chi crawled over to the side and picked up the crossbow with weak hands.

At this time, a limping figure appeared in the dark smoke.

Snapped!

The light crossbow made a crisp sound when firing. The Terminator's body was tilted to the left, and the arrow inserted in the left shoulder was pulled out with his right hand. The dark red stripes on his face were bent to reveal a horrible smile.

"You cannot resist the power of the Angel of Death."

The Terminator controlled by the Creator seemed to completely ignore the injuries to his left arm and shoulder. Even though the wound was still spurting blood, it was much quicker than before.

"You are ... cheating."

Seeing that the other party was striding forward, Lin Chi threw away the light crossbow with no arrows in his hand, picked up the short sword again, and walked to a burning building on the street. A sword opened the door of the burning house.

"Your escape is futile!"

The Terminator yelled and rushed over, seeing the other figure appearing in front of the door, Lin Chi said nothing, raised his left foot to slap on the burning wood beside him.

The Terminator who just entered the house was shot by a wooden board. The roar in his mouth suddenly turned into a scream. Lin Chi, who was injured in his right foot, lost his balance when he lifted his leg, and fell heavily on the hot floor.

"Slaughter you!"

Hearing the painful roar outside the house, Lin Chi, sitting in the burning house, sighed weakly, threw his stiletto on the floor, and turned his head to stare at the corpse of the little girl who fell to the bedroom door:

"Does this kind of battle that is doomed to lose really make sense?"

No matter in the primitive era or in this era, the duo's duel has always ended with both defeats. This "game" that hurts each other has already made Lin Chi tired.

Perhaps this scheduled duel exists for exactly this reason ...

Looking up at the burning beam, Lin Chi's vision was blurred by the smoke. That inexplicable commentary voice also appeared in my ears again:

Until human beings enter the real "civilized age", their barbaric desire to kill is still unstoppable.

The killings still haven't disappeared, but they have just made sounding excuses. Even the butchers such as Lion King, have been named "Knight", "Romantic Man", "Great King" and the like in later generations.

Human civilization continues to develop, but the killing never disappears. All history is a complete history of war. Even if both defeats and even end together, the war continues.

Because they are so.

No matter how arrogant the "spirit of all things", human beings still cannot get rid of the **** of the beast.

The cruelty lurking in their genes kept them on a large scale until--

boom!

The loud noise when the rifle opened fire awakened Lin Chi again.

This time, he was sitting in the damp muddy trenches, holding a Mosinnagan rifle in his arms. The chest on the right foot of his hand was covered with mud and plasma gauze.

"what……"

Lin Chi turned around and saw several soldiers lying not far from him. The military uniforms on their bodies were so dirty that they could not see the original color. They had either broken their arms or lost their legs. If there were still a low grunt in their mouths, Lin Chi thought these people were dead.

Mosinnagan's crisp gunshots, like drops of water falling on the rocks, pungent smoky Lin Chi sneezed, and the loud noise of the tank engine overwhelmed the continuous gunfire.

Several unusually heavy tanks passed over the trenches, and the tracks rolled over the ground to make a dull rumble that looked like oranges that could move. Although no rotatable turret was visible on the body, Lin Chi immediately recognized what the thing was.

Tanks born during the First World War did look like this. In fact, when he saw the trenches and the weapons in his hands, he had already guessed where the "scene" was this time.

——I am now on the battlefield of the First World War.

Although the scale is far worse than that of World War II, part of the battle of World War I is more cruel than World War II. In this sinful war, for the first time, humans used modern weapons on a large scale, but they still used retro tactics in the early stages of the war.

Under the excess firepower of cannons, poison gas, and heavy machine guns, millions of soldiers died in meat saw-like tug-of-war battles. The newly graduated young man was sent to the battlefield and never returned home.

The loud noises and shock waves on the battlefield continued, Lin Chi didn't even have the chance to stick his head out of the trenches. There was an infamous stench floating in the air. There were amputated soldiers everywhere in the trenches, and two dead bodies were lost. Opposite Lin Chi.

In a war of this level, the strength of a single soldier is irrelevant. Unless born with divine power, it is nothing but cannon fodder.

boom!

An explosion 50 meters away caused Lin Chi to fall into the trenches, a flesh-broken broken hand just in front of him, a gold ring still shining on the scorched ring finger.

"Ha ... are you aiming for this?" Lin Chi laughed.

In the huge battlefield, no trace of the Terminator can be seen. But no matter where that guy is, the meaning that this scene wants to express is already clear at a glance:

The battlefield is real hell.

People were dazzled by various hero stories and entertainment works, and they thought that war contained glory. It wasn't until they really stepped onto the battlefield that they realized they were wrong.

In the brutal war, there is no honor at all. What is slaughtering each other here is just a group of brutal beasts!

Lin Chi leaned in the trenches, threw away his Mosinnagan rifle, listened to the unemotional male voice, and said what he thought:

"Most of the war between human beings is meaningless and brutal."

"Your revenge is also meaningless, death messenger. Except for bringing disaster to the aborigines, your attempt to provoke war is completely worthless."

"Give up, you won't succeed--"

At that moment, Lin Chi seemed to hear the noise on the battlefield, sounding the painful growl of the Terminator.