The explosion swept through the first floor, and the demon behind a hall that had just entered the collapsed magic tower was sieveed by steel balls, and his mouth spat black blood fell like a puddle of mud.

The demon veterans who were already going up the stairs secretly said that it was not good, because the explosion meant that the enemy they were about to raid already knew that they were coming.

So, he reached out and pushed the demon in front of him, signaling him to speed up his pace - since the sneak attack failed, then he could only attack!

And the success of the assault depends on whether they can rush up the stairs in time! If the opponent doesn't hold the stairs, then they have a chance to fight in close quarters!

There are still three of them left, and they can still take advantage of it in the process of hand-to-hand combat! If humans are allowed to use their weapons to their advantage, the odds are basically close to zero.

The demons who walked ahead of him also knew this, and the most dangerous place was the stairs. He struggled to climb up, and the sound of his heavy footsteps on the stairs was particularly distinct.

But he didn't care much about it, and took the rusty sword, and went around the stairs like this, and saw that he had taken up a good position.

On the other hand, because the building was a little overwhelmed, the sub-shooter didn't dare to throw another grenade to test whether the building could survive an explosion.

He sighed, and reached out his assault rifle, aiming at the staircase over there. As long as something rushes up, he can easily shoot a shuttle bullet first, greet the other party, and then speak.

Sure enough, a demon suddenly appeared inside his holoscope. He pulled the trigger, and the bullets struck the hapless demon's body in a dense manner.

Some of the bullets hit the wall at the corner of the staircase, leaving a dense bullet mark on it. There is still white ash splashing everywhere on the wall, mixed with black blood, which has a beautiful black and white silent film taste.

The demon who had just walked up to the second floor was shot and fell, and the long sword in his hand fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Immediately after, the demon, who had been pierced through the neck and chest by several bullets, fell backwards, his body falling to the floor, finally causing the already dilapidated floor to collapse.

With a loud bang, the staircase collapsed, including half of the slab and the corpses on the slab tumbling down to the first floor.

The dust filled the air, and the sub-shooter had to retreat back into his room, squinting his eyes and back, holding his breath and aiming his weapon in the direction of the doorway.

The shock of the collapse of the staircase caused the sniper to abandon the task of blocking the street, and he turned around, drew his pistol and pointed it in the direction of the door.

He didn't know why there was such a big move, and now he was thinking about leaving this damn place.

In the direction of the staircase, the only two demons left were more unlucky, the staircase collapsed, and the recruit who followed the veteran fell back to the first floor with the stairs.

Unlucky, he was now buried in the rubble of the staircase, and for a while there was little power to help.

The Demon Veteran had no intention of waiting for this recruit to regain his strength, and if he didn't take advantage of the rising smoke to rush to the right distance to attack, his attack would be considered a failure.

It's a pity that he has already been discovered, and even his retreat is full of danger! The devil knows where the elusive human sniper will set up another ambush, and then he will be the prey.

The depressed veteran rushed to the corridor on the second floor with his sword in hand, squinting his eyes in search of his target amid the billowing smoke and dust.

Because the air was so turbid, the veteran couldn't help but hold his breath. Because of the unique nature of the demon's body, they can hold their breath for a long time, which is obviously better suited to this filthy environment than humans.

He was more cautious this time, because there were no more comrades walking in front of him to find his way. So his feet moved cautiously, avoiding the noise-making rubble on the ground.

As he moved forward, he held his sword flat in front of his eyes. If he sees the target, he can quickly stab a sword, a deadly sword!

Of course, maintaining the posture of the sword in this way is not without its drawbacks, that is, the blade of the long sword sticks out too much, so that when the side passes through the corner, it is easy to be spotted in advance.

The dust is gradually subsiding and visibility is starting to improve significantly. The demon veteran knew that time was running out for him. Once visibility is restored, the human advantage with ranged weapons will expand, and his position will be more passive.

So, he decided to speed up his pace, even if it was to make some noise. Even a slight revelation of his whereabouts is much better than missing the opportunity to attack.

But what he didn't know was that the human soldiers in the room had already moved the infrared thermal imager on the steel helmet to his eyes, and in the dust, the fiery red image representing the demon's body temperature had already been seen in front of the human eyes.

"He's pretty cautious." In a voice that only he could hear, the secondary shooter muttered. Through the wall, he had already aimed his assault rifle at the unaware demon veteran.

The other party finally took a step forward, and his body was just exposed to the range of the weapon. The soldiers of the Iran Hill Empire pulled the triggers of their weapons, and the demon veteran also saw his two opponents in the dusty room.

"Bump Bump!" There was a continuous burst of gunfire, and the demon veteran felt several heavy blows hit his chest, and he staggered back two steps, leaning against the wall of the hallway, and the cold sensation instantly transmitted from his back to his whole body.

He slid down the wall to the floor, and the sword, which he had taken care of, fell to the side with a crisp thud.

The demon veteran looked down and saw the circular holes in his breastplate, which were slightly dented around them due to the tremendous force of the impact.

Black liquid was slowly flowing out of these holes, and the pain was only then reaching his mind.

It turned out that it was like to be hit by a bullet, and such a thought flashed through the veteran's mind. Then he looked up and watched two humans with night vision devices and weapons pass in front of him.

The two humans avoided his legs and looked down on him, who was no longer capable of struggling...... The demon veteran tried his best to breathe, trying to keep alive. But those gunshot wounds were robbing him of his life, and there was no mercy at all.