Despair and chaos

Where did the first escape occur?

Already unknown

Before the black tide reached the third line of defense, the human wall made of flesh and blood had already collapsed.

The Far Eastern soldiers who were once famous for fighting to the death no longer had the honor they once had. They didn't even care about the imperial flag on the battlefield. They hurriedly took off their heavy armor and fled to the rear screaming.

The self-proclaimed reincarnations were not brave enough. The defense line composed of armored troops and summoned beasts could not withstand even two minutes. They were already frightened and wanted no weapons one by one, no supplies, no nothing.

, turned around and started running for his life.

A high-level reincarnator summoned an airship from the space ring, jumped on it and was about to fly away, when he suddenly felt a slight sense of weightlessness and something pressed against the hull.

Looking back, I saw the fleeing Samsaras and Far Eastern soldiers all rushing towards me. Those who ran faster had already jumped onto the machine body, grabbing the starting point and not letting go.

"Take me! Please take me with you!"

"Hurry up and take us away with the giant steel bird!"

"Captain! We are teammates, at least bring me with you, right?!"

"Get away! Don't drag me! Get away!!!"

Seeing the overweight warning coming from the control panel, the reincarnator pointed his gun directly at the people who jumped up, and roared with a ferocious expression: "Get out of here all! This is a single-soldier airship, it can't carry so many people! Get out of there! Otherwise, everyone will have to go."

die!!!"

When the teammate saw the captain pointing a gun at him, he was stunned for a moment and then smiled miserably: "If we are all going to die, then let's die together."

These words broke through the Samsara's defenses and released the demon in his heart. He roared and pulled the trigger, killing all the people who climbed onto the airship, and then turned the engine to maximum power.

Plasma flames erupted in the thrusters, spreading high-temperature waves on the ground. Deserters who were still trying to get closer were burned to death one after another, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

Similar scenes were staged throughout the Thousand Miles of Defense Line, as airships took off one after another, trying to leave this hell.

Some drivers still have some sense of conscience and try their best to carry as many people as possible.

More pilots directly shot all the callers and took the airship alone, just to reduce weight and maximize speed.

It's just that all efforts are meaningless

The surge of the black tide has far exceeded the flying speed of the airship.
Chapter completed!