Chapter 188: This is just the beginning (78k)

The new year did not bring peace.

The beginning of the year seems like the prelude to a chaotic world, sounding the clarion call of collapse to the world.

The curtain first slowly opened from Maple Country. Sporadic exchanges of fire occurred on the border between Amei and Maple Country. The army advanced steadily and recovered a large densely populated area in the southeast without much effort. The government that had been in exile for a short time returned, elected an interim prime minister, announced that Maple Country had not perished, and called on all people to rise up in resistance.

Those who were unwilling to submit to the supernatural came in droves, but those who longed for the health and immortality promised by Sandberg kept fleeing inland in the opposite direction, fearing that if they stayed here for too long they would be deprived of their citizenship of the natural kingdom and lose their chance of immortality.

The easy military victory did not bring any joy to the commander-in-chief. He knew very well that the most difficult thing about this so-called natural kingdom was not the military force, and the Wolf Lord did not have much control over the troops that had surrendered not long ago.

He is not afraid even if those troops are willing to serve him till death. Troops without weapons, equipment and supplies are no better than the armies in the cold weapon era.

The most troublesome thing is the opponent's extraordinary combat power and the temptation of immortality to the world.

Sure enough, within a few days, the repeated werewolf riots in the recovered area caused the interior to fall into endless chaos, and a large number of officers were beheaded. The headquarters moved the command post back to Ami overnight and gave remote commands.

Even the Maple Country officials announced that they would go into exile again, fearing that they would not be able to wake up one day.

The Kingdom of Nature had no intention of regaining the southeast region. After all, this was already in Sandberg's vision. It was unrealistic to destroy the Maple Kingdom. It would be better to release those who missed their old country and add to the chaos of the other side.

On the other side of the world, there are ruins of the city of Ga.

The Kingdom of David is determined to remove the last nail and completely incorporate the Lafiya area into its territory.

As a result, a large number of troops began to move in and fierce firefights broke out with the Ka Brigade, but the overall situation was smooth, as they advanced from two directions, one pressing and the other.

The simultaneous attack by this duo of father and son sparked many people's speculation, but Commander Ami did not refute it. Instead, he arranged for nearby bases to start sending support to the Kingdom of David.

The flames of war quickly ignited, and the commander of the Ka Brigade announced that there was no retreat! He vowed to live and die with Rafia and defend his homeland with his flesh and blood.

Temporary dock.

A group of international aid organization personnel are preparing to board the ship and leave.

Rafia was about to become a battlefield. Some of them chose to stay, but more chose to leave.

Some people cried and held their heads in their hands, some people had dazed eyes, and they could no longer hold on.

In addition to them, there was a group of civilians who were willing to accept the arrangements made by the Kingdom of David and were also waiting for the ship. With their homes and lives at stake, they still felt that it was more reasonable to say that if the people survived and the land was lost, both the people and the land would survive. Now all they needed to do was to gaze at their hometown, try their best to remember its appearance, and tell their children that they must come back one day.

"There are many people from David's country here. It is not safe for you to come here."

Karin, whose eyes seemed lifeless, saw two people who came to see him off unexpectedly, Mansur and Hasam.

"We have known each other for so many years. I should come to see you off anyway. And Hasam has something to say to you." Mansur gave Kalin a hug, and then gave the space to the two of them. "Don't worry, you can chat until you board the ship."

Karin and Hasam looked at each other. Karin lowered his head in shame and said, "I'm sorry. I must be a coward."

Hasam shook his head: "Mr. Karim, I know a lot about you. If you are a coward, then few people in this city can be called brave."

"Haha." Karin sneered twice. "It doesn't matter. What have we worked so hard for all these years for? With such a result, there is no need to continue. You don't need to comfort me. I know that all my strength has been shattered. Now, I am indeed a coward. For the rest of my life, I can only continue to live like this."

"I remember every one of those children clearly, their names, personalities, and ideals. But in front of guns, they are worthless. Life is both precious and cheap, and human beings are both noble and despicable."

"Hasalin, there is no hope here. I originally thought that the international community would once again face a wave of condemnation like before, but now, more people are focusing on the war between that extraordinary country and America."

"Maybe what I said is unpleasant to hear, but without external help, you cannot win this war."

"Mr. Carlin, before you met me, if someone had told you that Lassa fever could be controlled within a few days, would you have found it absurd?"

".I understand what you mean. I hope I can hear your shouts of victory and your cries of freedom in my hometown. You are a miracle. I hope you can also become a miracle for this country."

Karin is gone.

When he came, he was an internationalist fighter with ideals and many friends around him. When he left, his back was hunched and he was alone, like a defeated soldier.

Once again, ideals were defeated by reality.

"Mr. Mansur, studying medicine can't save us?" Hasam asked confusedly, looking at the sea.

"The fate of the country cannot be borne by one person. It requires all kinds of people to work together. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Our compatriots injured on the front line still need your help," Mansour comforted.

After the IDF suffered defeat in the past few years, it carried out some reforms and recovered a lot of its combat effectiveness. On the other hand, although their will to fight is still tenacious, they lack a lot of support such as equipment and ammunition, so the battle on the front line is not optimistic, and they even need to consider transferring their special security forces to provide support.

The two people who were talking did not notice that a dirty wild dog was standing not far from them, watching the ship leave from afar, with a complex expression like a human, then turned around and flew towards the roar of artillery fire.

Boom!

War zone.

A building was hit by a rocket, and fireworks flew, obscuring the view.

The IDF suppressed and advanced at the same time, quickly surrounding the half-collapsed building.

"Muaz! The tunnel is buried!"

"Hold on, ahem, where's Nadimu?"

"Dead, he is dead."

"Nule, hurry up, go help clear the tunnel entrance."

A grenade was thrown in and landed in front of Noor. He hurriedly picked it up in fear, raised his hand and was about to throw it back, but there was a loud bang. Without even a scream, he was shattered into blood foam, leaving only half of his bloody calf.

The room opposite was also affected by the explosion. Muaz's ears were buzzing and he was completely deaf to the sounds of the outside world. He felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and his back felt like it had been hit by a pickup truck.

He felt the pain belatedly and looked down to find that shrapnel had pierced his waist and the blood was flowing profusely.

"Nule! Senus!"

Covering the wound, he shouted.

No one responded to him, or if there was a response, he couldn't hear it.

Leaning against the wall, he struggled to pick up the gun on the ground, gasping for breath, and tried to open his eyes and stare at the enemy who might appear at any time.

But he knew that he would definitely die here, it didn't matter, this day had been expected.

However, why did the vibration of the wall seem to be gradually weakening? He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, holding the determination to die, overcoming the pain, and slightly leaned his head towards the empty window.

Then he saw the body parts scattered all over the ground.

One could even see the horrified expressions on the faces of the remaining IDF.

Chu Chu Chu!
They raised their rifles and fired into the air.

Click!

A pitch-black wolfhound monster swooped down from midair and knocked down a soldier. Then, it stabbed its claws into the opponent's body. The sophisticated equipment seemed to provide no defense at all. Then, amid the opponent's screams, the soldier's body twisted and melted, like a ball of plasticine, and was swallowed up by the black wolfhound's claws and disappeared.

The IDF troops in the surrounding areas poured out ammunition.

But when the bullets hit the wolfhound's body, they either splashed sparks or disappeared without a sound, as if they had fallen into a deep quagmire.

The wolfhound's eyes glowed red as it attacked again. Instead of choosing to absorb the attack, its sharp claws flashed past, wiping out large areas of the soldier's body. Those who were lucky would die directly, while those who were unlucky could continue to wail, perhaps seeing their own butts from a strange perspective.

Under such crushing destruction, the IDF finally collapsed, and the remaining people fled crying.

Bang!
A ball of artillery fire exploded on the wolf-dog's body, causing flames to burst out and a large cloud of smoke to rise.

"Tank! Tank!"

The IDF seemed to have seen a savior and began to gather around the approaching tanks.

At this moment, they no longer complained about these friendly tanks whose friendly kill rate was as high as that of interstellar siege tanks.

But they were destined to be happy for only a few seconds, because the next moment, in the smoke and dust, the black wolf emerged as if unharmed, leaving a trail behind, and pounced on the top of the tank. Then, its body suddenly swelled, and in just a few blinks of an eye, it turned into a huge black beast that existed only in imagination, almost the same size as the tank under it.

The huge metallic claw dug into the tank turret and lifted it up as easily as peeling a tomato stem, discarding it casually and smashing a fleeing IDF directly into the ground.

The drivers inside the tank were now completely exposed to the monster's sight. Their faces were ashen and their last words were the same as those of their comrades before them. Only screams remained and blood covered the cabin.

The killing continued. The multiple rockets that were called in could not hit this extremely agile monster at all. Instead, they were more likely to hit their own people.

The supporting armored forces turned into a pile of scrap metal at an even faster speed. The wounded groaned, but the remaining half of their bodies were crushed by the fleeing tanks.

But the tank ultimately could not escape the fate of destruction, leaving behind a mess.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Muaz, who was leaning against the broken window, was so absorbed in watching that even the wounds on his body didn't seem to hurt. Although the scene in front of him was monsters slaughtering humans like in a horror movie, the ones being slaughtered were the IDF, who had a mortal feud with them. Seeing this, his dopamine was rapidly secreted, and for a moment, the pleasure even overwhelmed the pain.

He was so excited that he couldn't help but slap his thigh, and then the pain immediately came back, and he laughed and grimaced at the same time.

Soon, the monster dealt with all the enemies in this area and ignored those who escaped. It looked back at Muaz at the window sill, and its body slowly returned to its previous black wolf image. It stepped on the blood-stained land and ran towards the battlefield on the other side.

Muaz watched the black wolf go away, smiled, leaned back against the wall with difficulty, and slowly closed his eyes.

After his death, he could brag about it to his brothers.

The ruins of the city.

An open space had already been built into a forward military camp, and the command of this operation was set up here.

The more General Daniel listened to the urgent report from his staff, the more outrageous it seemed to him.

"You mean, werewolves have joined the fight?"

"General, we cannot confirm the relationship between this monster and the werewolf yet, but it is indeed attacking our soldiers everywhere and showing extraordinary means to disrupt our offensive plans. Even the tank is like a large toy in front of it. Now, the massacre is still going on." The staff officer said solemnly.

Daniel pondered for a moment and picked up the damage assessment report again: "Did you bring the anti-supernatural weapons?"

"Most of the electromagnetic weapons are in the Holy City. We only brought the special type 1 capture steel net. The rest are conventional anti-material weapons."

"Switch to the backup command point. We'll wait for it here."

Daniel expected that the other party would attack him, but he did not expect the other party's speed.

Outside the military camp, the sound of gunfire had already been heard.

Daniel and the staff officer looked at each other.

"You should immediately request support from Mr. Neihu, and transfer now--"

Before Daniel could finish changing his command post, a black beast dropped from the sky and tore through the military tent.

The staff officer who had just been talking in front of him had turned into a pool of sticky meat paste in the blink of an eye. The splashing warmth wet Daniel's face, making him smell the scent of death.

"I, I," his Adam's apple rolled and his chest seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Carlos, who looked like a giant werewolf, picked him up gently, like picking up a Barbie doll. His eyeballs alone were bigger than Daniel's head.

"I, I can order them to retreat." Daniel finally managed to utter a word.

Faced with this suffocating fear, he no longer cared about the possible military court trial in the future and just wanted to survive from this monster.

Carlos shook his head slowly, held him, faced the gunfire, and wreaked havoc on the base, leaving no one alive.

Half an hour later.

A troop vigilantly advanced to the forward camp, with a helicopter hovering overhead to provide observation and cover.

"Oh my god. The black wolf has disappeared. No danger has been found yet, but no survivors have been found either."

On the helicopter, the observer looked at the horrific scene below and felt the urge to urinate, and his whole body was shaking violently.

Looking down, he could see that a large number of armored weapons parked in the military camp below were all destroyed, and all kinds of corpses and broken limbs were lying all over the place, without any sign of life. Of course, these were not enough to make him feel so scared.

"This is just the beginning."

This is a bloody sentence that can only be read completely in the air. The blood and flesh paste have become paint, smeared on the yellow-brown ground.

I don’t know how many “crayons” were consumed to write this simple sentence, and Daniel’s head, on which he died with his eyes open, was the period.

(End of this chapter)