The capital of Rimbaud, underground air raid shelter.

"Hey hey hey, here the 98th Division of the 18th Army, our army was defeated, Rimbaud has fallen, we need support, we need support..."

"The message has been received, please wait patiently, persevere is victory."

“u!”

The phone was smashed down hard.

...

The entire capital of Rimbaud, a cloud of smoke surging, and the remains of the remains were broken.

The fragile defense line established by the European Union in Eastern Europe was as fragile as a piece of thin paper under the impact of several barbarian gods, and it was broken with one stab.

The powerful maneuverability made the garrisoned part of the slow-responsiveness completely unable to react. The army was defeated on its entire line. In just a few hours, several states fell one after another, like a nightmare that could not wake up.

This city that has just been destroyed seems extremely quiet and the streets are empty.

And just a few hours ago, there were traffic here and people coming and going.

Kafelnikov faced the ground, a body of a baby who was trampled to death by a crowd. He took a few photos and walked forward carefully.

His body was covered with dust, his face was covered with dry blood, and he was full of embarrassment.

He is a war correspondent, and as a high-risk profession, he always feels that God is favoring himself.

He has been to the Yanzhou battlefield and went deep into the occupied areas. He has photographed fierce and cruel war scenes between the barbarian gods and humans, and also photographed mushroom clouds blooming on the battlefield.

But he could come back vigorously every time, and he believed that the same was true this time.

The army he followed had not seen the barbarian god yet, and his morale had collapsed and fled in scattered, leaving only him alone.

However, he didn't care.

There is nothing to care about!

A war correspondent with depth and independent personality will welcome no soldiers, and it is possible to shoot black guns.

Kafelnikov laughed at himself in his heart.

This is no joke, he was shot black.

Many war correspondents died not from the enemies ahead, but from stray bullets behind them.

The ugliness of human nature on the battlefield are magnified sharply. For soldiers, killing is just a simple trigger.

The reason is that you took something you shouldn't have taken.

No one pursues the investigation, and it is impossible to investigate, because you can't tell which bullet fired from the muzzle, let alone it's normal to die on the battlefield.

Several plastic bags fluttered in the wind on the road, and this bustling city now gives people a sense of dilapidated and desolate.

He picked up a string of sausages from the ground that no one had fallen, carefully patted off the dust on it, and then put it into the backpack behind him.

The war seemed to have passed, but he knew it had just begun.

What will happen here next? He can already predict.

Just like other occupied areas, this place will be blocked outside, and war will continue, nuclear explosions, food shortages, internal chaos, conflicts, death, and then...rebuild order, an order established by the barbarian gods.

Even he doesn't know if he can survive until that time.

"Damn the barbarian god?"

He held up his camera and aimed at the European Union flag that was broken by the strong wind in the distant ruined building.

At this time, his face was stunned.

Then the heart beat violently and the breathing became heavy.

"Damn...damn!"

Kafelnikov murmured to himself, trembling his arms and rushing to adjust the focal length of the camera.

I saw a fire light slashing through the sky like a meteor, approaching rapidly here. The air waves brought by the terrible speed even the clouds above were rolling.

"God, protect your people!"

While taking pictures, he kept retreating and quickly shrank to the corner of the building.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a depressed aura spread like a sky tilted.

It made him tremble all over.

Meanwhile, a grand voice came from a distance:

"Evil things...haha, look at what I discovered. There are evil things in this world? Let the great god of casting give you the destruction."

Flying with the aurora.

A giant with two heads and four arms full of glory flew from a distance.

Kafelnikov, hiding in the corner, was frightened in his heart. As a war correspondent, he was not unfamiliar with the common word in another world, but this sentence made him unable to react.

What's going on?

That...isn't a barbarian god?

"There's too much nonsense, go to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the situation suddenly changed. He was still a proud and stunning casting god, as if he felt a great crisis. He screamed in shock, as if he wanted to escape.

But the next moment, His body was shrouded in a dazzling light.

"Ah..." Kafelnikov's eyes closed instinctively, but even so, he was still irritated and tears flowed, and even his skin felt a sense of burning.

His heart was like an ice cellar falling into his heart.

Being blind myself!?

But he didn't dare to wail, and tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and hugged tightly in the corner.

Time passed minute by minute, and I don’t know how long it took.

At this time, a gust of wind blew across the face, dispelling the high temperature and dispelling the burning pain in the body.

A sound suddenly came into his ears.

"Are you a reporter?"

Kafelnikov was startled and subconsciously opened his eyes.

The expected blindness did not appear, and even the stinging pain caused by the strong light disappeared. He saw a handsome young man who was not like a mortal, floating slightly in the air half a meter above the ground, like a god descending.

"You...you...you..." Kafelnikov's eyes widened, his eyes wider, and he looked disbelief: "You are...godchen."

Chen Shouyi nodded lightly and said in English: "It's me, your injury is fine, right?"

"No... it's okay, I'm fine!" Kafelnikov nodded excitedly.

"I have also repaired your camera for you. It's very dangerous here, so I'd better hide in the air-raid shelter." Chen Shouyi finished speaking and prepared to leave. There were a few barbarian gods waiting for him to deal with.

"G...Godchen, I...I know this request is a bit presumptuous and a waste of your precious time. Can you allow me to take a photo?" Kafelnikov stuttered.

During the war, ordinary people took photos after taking pictures, and godchen had the right to portrait.

Alas, there is nothing we can do!

Chen Shouyi had no choice but to stop: "Then hurry up."

"Okay, okay!" Kafelnikov said as he picked up the camera and pressed the shutter in a hurry.

Seeing that the other party had almost finished taking pictures, Chen Shouyi turned around and flew towards the sky.

"boom!"

After flying for hundreds of meters, his speed suddenly accelerated, and a shock wave burst out in mid-air.

During this process, Kafelnikov held the camera and kept pressing the shutter, trembling all over with excitement until he could no longer see it.

There are many photos about godchen images, most of which come from the influence of interviews and speeches, but there is not a single "quasi-combat"-level scene like this.

He had a premonition that he would become famous in the press.
Chapter completed!