The soul was lost, and in the ear-piercing roar of the super-powerful engine, this steel behemoth seemed to be angry, and crazily knocked away the undead in front of it, like a sharp sword, pulling out a ravine in the tide.

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Keeshan, who was controlling the continuous-fire machine gun, pulled the trigger, and the crazy tilting gunpowder bullets formed a shining strip of light in front of the muzzle, like the sharpest sickle, killing all the undead wherever the tank went.

Broken into pieces.

And his high-pitched shouts were like dubbing the firing of a machine gun.

The tanks roared, bullets swept across, and the Paladins were filled with the power of the Holy Light. Amidst Keeshan's crazy shouts, the entire human position was driven up. Under the guidance of the two steam tanks, the entire human position moved towards

The undead army, which was hundreds of times larger than our own, launched a counterattack.

Standing on top of the tank, Kishaun was sweeping the enemy wantonly. Behind his hair, the shabby red headband was fluttering. His eyes were shining with substantial anger. At this moment, Kishaun was extremely violent. He enjoyed it.

Facing the battle at this time, this down-and-out veteran seemed to be at home, as if he had returned to the most familiar battlefield.

He is enjoying the war. Although he says he hates the war, he is enjoying it! He is enjoying the destruction and death brought by his own hands... Many people are not afraid of death. What really scares them is

Survival...hard survival.

The war will also change the soldiers, so that even after the war is over, they will not be able to forget the tragedy. When they return home, they find that their home is gone. Everything has changed. Maybe... maybe they themselves have changed.

The scorching wind blew against Keeshan's face, and the smell of the decaying blood of the undead made him nauseous. But looking at the fragmented corpses of the undead behind him, Keeshan's eyes flashed with a strange joy.

"This kind of wind gives me the feeling of war! This is real life!"

"Brothers!"

With the help of the great count, Keeshan hit another box of bullets against the socket of the hot machine gun. While waiting for the weapon to cool down, he grabbed the war bow at hand and drew the bowstring majestically above the tank.

He shouted loudly:

"Let us, today... let's go on a killing spree!"

Behind him, the human soldiers who had already boosted their morale responded to the sound of their weapons hitting their shields, and the paladins sang hymns on the battlefield. At this moment, the undead that were rushing toward them in a steady stream seemed to have no control over them.

It couldn't be more terrifying.

"Who is that? We don't seem to have seen him before. He shouldn't be a little person... He reminds me of the humans in the Burning Plains who dedicated their lives to their mission."

At the rear of the battle line, Tyrion was riding on a war horse. He looked curiously at the human soldiers in front of the battle line who had shattered the undead offensive. He looked curiously at the man standing on the tank, with his upper body naked, like a real soldier.

A human warrior like the god of killing, he whispered to Khadgar behind him:

"But that's not important. Seeing his heroic appearance in battle, I have begun to like him."

"Yeah, who doesn't like warriors?"

The great lich closed the book in his hand, raised his head, glanced in the direction of Keshan, and then responded softly:

"Without a doubt, he is the kind of... warrior you need."

By the way, I forgot to mention that Keeshan’s background was originally set to be a veteran of the Third War, but here it’s the Second War ahead of time... Don’t blame me for this~ This change was made to give him an appearance.
Chapter completed!