At this moment, outside the high walls of the dusk land, the fierce contact battle has begun.

The guards running above the city wall skillfully controlled various machine guns, squandered the bullets made from the production line, formed fire points one by one, and began to shoot happily.

With the metallographic master from the Russian Federation, the equipment of the Paradise Guards ushered in another change in less than half a day.

With the terrifying productivity of the Dusk Land, as long as there is technology, there will be continuous output.

Titan III exoskeleton power armor, a representative weapon of the Russian Federation's suppression force, the Eagle-type anti-armor shotgun that is enough to break through the defense of advanced sublimators, the Belloberg GACB473 city defense cannon... Even the Svalrog II ground missiles are continuously produced from the production line like a hen laying eggs.

When the huge steel moths rose to the sky, the dark clouds quickly enveloped the sky of the dusk land. Under the dim light, countless lights emerged from it, and a large group of creatures with wings on their backs turned into coke and fell from it, like a rainstorm.

That was the meteorological tool that once placed on the hope of the new era and was proud of by all change. After ushering in the complete hellization, it has become an absolute weapon of war.

During the wars of all realms, with the worker's investment of the workshop owners, tens of thousands of iron moths soared over the Titan Sea, locking the sky.

Soon, as the Paladin of Charlemagne returned in blood, another distorted angel was dragged into the melted steel furnace water, roaring violently, burning, and being cruelly broken down by the steel into the finest structure, flowing on the assembly line, and countless arms began to process again.

Finally, on the slowly rising platform, the reborn steel spider lifted its slender legs and joined the hunting!

The heavy and huge steel spider climbed past the city wall and soon fell into the dark tide that was invisible outside the wall. He fought hard, causing tragic casualties, and was severely damaged by the hell group one after another, disintegrated, scrapped in sparks and smoke, and dismembered by fragmented limbs.

But with the rupture of the abdominal sac, countless steel balls of ordinary size roll out from it? The round iron balls reflect a series of blank and deformed faces.

The smooth shells quickly fell apart, and the small spiders that were "produced" from them began to jump out dexterously? They waved their sharp sword feet? They began to spread wildly.

Hundreds of spiders spread on the huge battlefield, like a drop of water melting into the ocean? They soon disappeared.

But it didn't take long, a drop of water turned into two drops? Four drops? Eight drops...

After layers of rewriting, these engineering equipment used to deal with building wrecks and wreckage have become ruthless replication machines, nightmarish von Neumann machines, hunting, eating, and furnaces quickly extract all steel alloys? Growing up, and then starting a new round of fertility.

It seems like there is no end...

On the chariot of gold and bones? Gala supported the sickle blade and quietly looked at the scene in the distance. He was completely free from the anxiety and impatience he had before, but was full of patience and nature.

His eyes did not fall on the spiders and moths, but instead stared at the city walls.

"In the present situation? This weapon is so convenient. If a mortal pulls the trigger, it can kill the demigod... There is no difference between the nobles who inherit the holy blood and the down-and-out beggars in front of the weapons."

He pinched his chin and exclaimed: "Although it's a little hypocritical? But the era of the Astronomical Society is really amazing."

"Are there no God's age?"

On the chariot, another passenger sighed: "It sounds really good? It must be very peaceful, right?"

"Ha? Maybe?"

Gala turned around? He glanced at the Greek hero Heglis whom he longed for, and said calmly: "They do not worship God because they are more civilized and civilized, but because in their time, God had no power - they worship other things, other, more powerful things."

Heglis looked over in confusion.

"The vast majority of people worship money, and more people worship rights."

"Businessmen and ambitious people have existed since ancient times, and it is not uncommon."

"I haven't finished talking yet. Some of them worship numbers, many numbers. They like to write down every number of people's daily food, clothing, housing and transportation, and then summarize them together, called 'big numbers'. It's like the intestines. Even if you buy something, you have to look at the big numbers. You can't live after leaving the big numbers."

"It's so strange... are they all mathematicians?"

"It's probably not, and there are even stranger people who worship for free."

“Is it really free?”

"The fees will be more expensive, but they like it, immersed in the sense of accomplishment that is not tired of, and enjoy it. They don't know that they have been turned into commodities by those who worship numbers. They even know that they don't care."

Gala smiled mockingly: "There are many people who worship invisible notes and stay in front of an altar called a computer every day. They always feel that they can buy at a low price and sell at a high price, and are sad and happy for scallops and intangible currencies that cannot correspond to currency at all."

"Does this make money?"

"Maybe, there is always a glimmer of joy in the extreme despair, right?"

"How can there be such a bizarre world?" Heglis frowned and shook his head: "It's a fantasy! You have to make up a bit more sensible."

"Hahaha, I haven't said that people who worship loans, paper and leather hoods are worshipped!"

Gala laughed and was filled with joy: "So I like the present situation so much. It is always bizarre, more cruel than hell, and more novel than hell. Countless depravity scams will be born every day, which can always bring me constant surprises!"

He pulled out the sickle blade again and raised it forward.

"It's almost time. Let everyone go up and bring a little surprise to our friends!"

Under the chariot, the messenger sounded the horn again.

In the high and long loud noise, in the fog, a huge figure suddenly swayed his wings and soared into the air. Wherever the huge bat wings passed, the clouds dissipated.

A strange light blooms.

In the illumination, the murderous intent of the entire battlefield seemed to be diluted, and reversal, anger, pain and despair were all transformed into indescribable sweetness and excitement.

All the hell groups were instantly frenzy, but in contrast, on the defense line of the dusk land, all the garrisons felt a sense of emptiness.

It's meaningless.

War can only create new wars, anger will only cause more evil consequences, killing is meaningless, and only by stopping fighting and embracing each other can we warm the world with love and kindness.

Such unreasonable thoughts instantly appeared in the light coverage, and then expanded rapidly in the soul, which made people no longer feel hostile.

Instead, he rushed towards his opponent's sword and spread his arms.

Stop the war and embrace peace!

Even if it is a one-sided peace...

Even if someone slapped in the left face, wouldn’t they still have the right face? Let them slap and relieve their anger. As long as the opponent can feel our sincerity and bonds, love will surely fill the world.

The riots were spreading rapidly.

And the giant had already pounced on the iron moth and began a fierce battle with the ruthless steel. During the battle, the ruthless casting giant was actually infected by love and gradually stopped resisting.

Hell Sequence·Eleventh!

That is the leader of the group who is second only to the ruler. With the ranking of Solomon, he is enough to be crowned as the "Duke" - Gu Xin!

Just that this terrifying spiritual infectiousness brings an irresistible plague!

It is called peace, love, and soul poison of understanding!

On the imperial throne of the sun caster, Huai Shi raised her eyes and her brows gradually frowned.

Roland turned around and ordered that a paladin pulled out the longbow behind him and aimed at the shadow in the sky from afar. But when the bowstring was pulled open, the hostility seemed to attract Gu Xin's attention. Under the bat wings, the green pupils seemed to be casually looking, which instantly reversed the overly swelling murderous intent, making it difficult for them to let go of the bowstring.

Even if I gritted my teeth and tried my best to shoot, the arrows quickly fell down crookedly after rushing into the sky.

The will seems to have the real power at this moment.

If the hostility is too pure, it will trigger Gu Xin's interference. Without the arrows with pure murderous intent, it will be impossible to break through the good intention halo that is entangled around it.

Some of the twelve Paladins frowned and grabbed the longbow. When they were about to draw the bow, they saw Huai Shi's raised palm.

“No need.”

Huai Shi supported her chin and said calmly: "If it likes to spread peace, let it spread it. See if its 'goodness' and 'peace' can change everything..."

Just in time, a divine account was recorded, which allowed him to finally make room for it.

At that moment, from behind Huai Shi, the dark gap in Guixu slowly emerged. The outline of Dasiming outlined out from it and casted indifferent sight towards the sky.

Look at each other coldly.

Immediately afterwards, the "hate of hatred" sprouts.

Countless huge resentment and hatred emerged from the iron moth's body, just as hell suddenly opened the door. Despair and anger overflowed from it, turning into a viscous and dark rushing stream, covering the iron moth's wings.

Anger, sadness, pain, hatred...

As Huai Shi raised her eyes, the dark well that sprouted from the depths of countless souls burst out, and in an instant, it turned into a torrent, rushed into the sky, and enveloped everything.

The overly rich hatred and pain had turned into the ocean, causing Gu Xin's huge body to stagnate for a moment and twitch violently.

It's like... flooded by the tide.

The halo quickly contracted, trembling, bursting out the sound of glass cracking. It was like a fortress made of sand and gravel in front of the sea tide, collapsed at once!

Hypocritical kindness and lies love are not worth mentioning at all under this resentment that is enough to turn into material things and perpetuate the world!

The black clouds surging like waves.

In the ocean of hatred, the iron moths fought fiercely with Gu Xin, and the blood rain fell down, with anger and murderous intent, replenishing the entire battlefield again.

When Huai Shi's fingers were raised, the firelight in the heart of the perpetual freezing furnace was dyed black by the darkness flowing out of Guixu.

The light shines everywhere, causing the kingdom of heaven to return to hell.

The war begins again!
Chapter completed!