What day of the week?
The colonel frowned, unable to understand this strange question.
Because only in the Present Realm there was a seven-day week.
Time was a very strange thing in hell. Generally, the further away one was from the Present Realm, the more erratic the stability and continuity of time would be.
Unless there was a Creator's framework connected to the Rainbow Bridge, which could be synchronized at any time, it was difficult to accurately determine the passage of time.
And according to the calculations of scholars, in the area of depth nine, it was usually at a multiplier of 1.34. In other words, 1.34 days here was equivalent to one day in the Present Realm.
He looked down at his watch.
According to the conversion of the depth meter, the time of the Present Realm was about two o 'clock in the afternoon.
Monday.
The colonel was stunned for a moment. He felt something furry pass by his feet. A soft tail rubbed against his leg, and he could feel the soft hair.
"Meow ~"
On the ground, the little black cat widened its amber eyes and meowed at him in a childish voice.
But the colonel retreated as if he was facing a great enemy. He felt a chill down his spine. When did this thing come to his side? Why did the refracting prism he specially prepared not react to the threat?
Without thinking, he pulled out his precious gun, aimed at the black cat that was staring at him, and pulled the trigger.
An entire magazine was emptied in the roar. Then, before the magazine fell to the ground, a new magazine was loaded.
He raised the pistol again.
All he saw was the mangled body of a black cat lying on the ground.
He overreacted.
Just as he thought so, he heard a soft voice behind him.
"Meow ~"
He turned back in horror. In the gap between the fire and the darkness, he saw pairs of eyes slowly opening. Amber, calm and indifferent, staring at him.
It meowed softly.
"Meow ~"
And behind him, the body of the black cat quickly dimmed and disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Only the bullet marks that had been shot into the ground remained. Drops of blood were left on the ground by an invisible thing, leaving a line of bloody cat paw prints on the ground.
"Meow ~"
A brand-new black cat walked out of the void, looked back at him, and walked into the flames.
More cats were squatting on the ruins of the oil refinery, on the steel frame, on the broken eye sockets, on the walls, on the ground, and in the ruins, wagging their small tails.
His black fur reflected the light of the fire, turning red under the sun.
There wasn't the slightest bit of awkwardness, as if they had always existed here.
No, it should be said that they followed closely behind the Ivory Tower and the Ivy League. They walked on every corpse and every weapon, stepped on the murderous and cold eyes, and cried softly. Finally, at this moment, they revealed their appearance and declared their existence.
Its name was' War '.
Right at Huai Shi's feet, a black cat sat upright, its tail swaying in the air as it observed everything that was about to be engulfed in flames and darkness.
He waited obediently.
Huai Shi smiled and stretched out his hand.
“AHHHHH！！！”
The roar was like thunder, coming from the field of fire.
Without any hesitation, along with the colonel's counterattack, 116 centaur rangers from the fertile land pulled the giant bows in their hands to the limit. In the crisp sound of steel and bowstrings bursting out, heavy arrows flew through the air.
Armor-piercing heavy arrows soared into the sky and fell from the sky along with the scorching heat in the fierce wind.
Iron rain covered the earth.
And even faster than that was the strange square frame that appeared on top of the black cat's head.
The moment Huai Shi reached out his hand, an invisible switch was turned on.
"Meow ~"
It called out softly and stared at Huai Shi. In the slender frame above its head, the three rows of diagrams began to spin rapidly. The sound of countless parts grinding against each other rang out from behind the frame, and sparks flew everywhere.
In the whistling sound, the frame suddenly froze.
The first to bear the brunt was the explosion of the totem, followed by two patterns that looked like burning blood droplets.
At that moment, countless illusionary black cats suddenly collapsed and turned into smoke, enveloping Huai Shi's group at a terrifying speed faster than arrows.
"Roar!!!!"
In the crooked bodies of the ratmen, a loud roar that sounded like the roar of a giant beast sounded.
A rain of arrows splashed down.
When the scattered dust gradually dissipated, what was revealed were pairs of eyes burning with blood-red flames and bodies that seemed to be inflated with air.
The abyssal ratmen, who could only exist as miscellaneous soldiers and cannon fodder in the Abyss, had changed at this moment. In a trance, people almost thought that they had encountered the legendary Crown Wearer, the White Tent Lord and the Corpse Forest Lord's legion of fanatics — the Black Death Army.
They were not inferior to those stitched up giant rats that had been transformed by forbidden drugs and surgery. When the abundant blood energy propped up their curled backs, on their swollen muscles and bodies, blue and purple capillaries appeared under the black and shiny hair.
Even the poison crystals embedded in his body started to show traces of blood-red.
It made people wonder if these ratmen would explode like balloons if they were poked with a needle.
In the literal sense, the blood that was close to boiling ran through their bodies, bringing thousands of times more pain and unimaginable power at the same time. Under the enhancement of hormones and status, all their minds had fallen into a frenzy, and they could not feel this insignificant pain at all.
Even if they were pierced by an iron arrow from the sky, they would pull it out indifferently and throw it on the ground, allowing blood to gush out of the wound that pierced through their abdomens.
At this moment, the role of the legal department was completely different. They were no longer forcing them to charge with the law. Instead, they were forcing them to wait for Huai Shi's order and stay where they were. They were not in a hurry to rush up and arm wrestle with the fully-armed Tauren warriors.
'You're not even as tall as their shoulders!'
Even so, their bloodshot eyes were already occupied by brutality and madness. They could not wait to throw themselves into the battlefield.
Even Huai Shi did not expect that the enhancement of "War and Peace" would be so exaggerated.
No, it should be said that the original quality of the ratmen was too weak, which was why they were so crazy under the buff of "War".
This time, he was quite lucky. Although he did not draw the same three prizes from "War", the result was still above average.
In addition to the "Urge to Reinforce", which strengthened explosive power during encounters, he also randomly drew double "Blood Fever", double "Fury", and "Enhanced Recovery Speed"!
Compared to the ratmen who had been reborn, the gargoyles did not change much. However, the ferocious aura on their bodies could not be suppressed and spread out. It was as if they had truly transformed from stone statues into demons.
The lizard mounts of the Naga Undead Army had turned purple-green. They were breathing heavily from their noses and neighing loudly and sharply. Even with the knights pulling the reins, they could not resist the urge to glance at the creatures.
"Your orders, Your Excellency."
The Naga Undead Elder spoke in a hoarse voice. He still managed to control himself despite the fanatical impulse.
"Orders?"
Huai Shi thought for a moment and chuckled softly. "To be honest, I don't understand battle tactics and the way of war. You are the real professionals. However, since the war has begun, there will only be one order."
He raised the Sword of Virtue in his hand and pointed at the steel formation that was advancing toward him. He gave his only order.
"Please bring me victory!"
"As you wish, Your Excellency."
The Undead Elder bowed.
At that moment, the last restraint was released.
All the berserk ratmen roared. They held their crude axes and spears and madly charged toward the Minotaurs' formation.
They actually withstood the countless arrows that fell from the sky and charged toward the iron wall that had no gaps in between.
Even faster than them were the gargoyles that rose to the sky and descended from the sky.
At this moment, when the gargoyles that were more than three meters tall folded their bat wings and descended from the sky, they turned into genuine weapons of mass and caused a huge uproar.
As the earth shook, they kept their throwing spears and pulled out their long halberds in close combat. They opened and closed in the Minotaurs' formation, and for a moment, there was a continuous roar.
With the power of more than a dozen gargoyles, they actually managed to open several tragic gaps in the defense of the Minotaurs' heavy-armored company. Then, the ratmen, who had fallen into a frenzy, clamored and pulled the other party into a long entanglement.
There was nothing they could do.
Even with the help of the war halo, which was endowed with extreme explosive power, double the fanaticism, and HP regeneration, the crude weapons in the ratmen's hands were still not enough to break the excellent defense of the Minotaurs' warriors.
And this group of tauren warriors who had received war training since young were all skilled warriors. Although the fanaticism made up for the lack of fighting spirit of the ratmen, the ratmen, who had always relied on numbers to fight, could not compare to the quality of the individual soldiers. Under the skillful cooperation, even if the ratmen, who did not care about their own safety, charged into the gaps, they would still suffer tragic losses under the skillful cooperation of the Minotaurs.
Even if they could still get up after being slashed twice and their intestines were pierced, they would still die after being slashed twice more.
Now, they were only relying on their own numbers to force a stalemate. If it were before, with the terrible morale of this group of ratmen, they would have collapsed long ago. How would they be able to maintain the current balanced situation?
If they really wanted to break through, they still had to rely on the elite gargoyles that broke into the formation.
The Undead Army first launched two rounds of projectile fire from the flanks. Unfortunately, it did not create much of an effect before the heavy armor. The revered elder decisively changed his target. He put away his bow and arrows, pulled out his saber, and urged the berserk lizard to charge toward the centaur company that had finished assembling.
"Chao Lu!"
While galloping, the revered elder roared, "Hold the flag for me!"
The strong deputy screamed and snatched the Undead Army's flag from the original flag bearer. He increased his speed and followed closely behind the revered elder. He raised the flag high and conveyed the revered elder's orders.
400 steps.
Full assault!
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