Piercing sirens and the roar of guns echoed through the cabin, with the occasional crunch or two of shattering bones, the roar of men, and the wails of death.

If the enemy's guided rockets (Charlemagne's name for missiles) break through the "Wall of Sighs" and hit the "Endeavour" one after another, with the power of its warhead of 300 kilograms or even tons, it is not surprising that even if the entire battleship is reduced to parts on the spot, it can be regarded as some kind of luck or misfortune if it is blown out of a bunch of holes, dead people and burning metal scattered all over the ground.

However, the guided rocket did not break through the barriers built by the space phase displacement, and the physical energy generated by the explosion still could not reach the "Endeavour".

Not from the outside, but from within the rapid spread of the killing, is encroaching on the Endeavour little by little.

"What the hell is this?!"

In the command bridge, the spider bites its thumb and frowns at the image projected through the air.

Several magicians who remained behind to command the bridge projected the situation from all over the hull, and the microphone pipes synchronized the sound of the scene into the bridge, and the sound and the picture outlined a scene that made even the bravest shiver.

Countless figures are scattered all over the "Endeavour".

Not only the cabin, but also the hull, upper deck, mast, wings, and steering gear are densely covered with human figures, which look like green insects covered with ants from a distance.

Humans are not insects, and clinging to a steel battleship in flight is an extremely dangerous thing.

In order to reduce air resistance, most of the high-speed aircraft have a streamlined shape, and the appearance has been carefully and rigorously polished, and it is not easy for a cigar-shaped flying ship like the "Endeavour" to gain a foothold in the shell when it is berthed, let alone in the middle of the voyage. Altitude, temperature, air currents, flight attitude, tremors—there are as many lethal factors as there are, and a human-in-mind human would not want to lie on that cold hull and enjoy a more torturous journey of death.

The people outside, or rather the things with the appearance of human beings, overcame all the difficulties and forced to board the ship without buying a ticket.

Whether it's the spider or the rest of the crew, no one wants to make this group of uninvited guests pay the ticket. To be able to invite this group of monsters down is already thankful, and the ancestors have accumulated virtue. Not to mention violent evictions, it is not always possible to control the extent of the invasion and ensure that the damage does not further increase.

In the picture, the 02 Ranger Battalion is fiddling with various weapons to attack, constantly shouting slogans and swear words, as if it is engaged in a tragic hand-to-hand combat in the trenches.

But if you look closely, it is not difficult to see that these warriors of the hundred battles who crawled out of the pile of dead and could not even frighten the Chimera are in extreme fear.

Standing in front of them were young girls with the same faces.

Unsparing their unfully developed bodies, they walked barefoot through the rolled metal, hot shells, and viscous blood, strolling through the cabin in a leisurely manner. Not only are there no differences in the appearance of the girls, but there is no error in every detail, from the length ratio of the limbs and hair, to the color of the skin and the color of the eyes. It is highly similar to mass-produced specifications. No, it's not the same anymore, it can only be called exactly the same.

It was the girls who were clutched onto the hull and invaded the cabin along the few passages. As soon as they entered the cabin, the girls immediately waved their seemingly delicate and weak arms to kill the crew members who approached them one by one.

With a slight wave or a casual blow, the crew will either break their necks or burst their heads, even if it is just grazed their chests and abdomen, and some will fall on the spot and spit blood and internal organs, and then be trampled on the head by a blood-stained foot.

Compared to the clumsy but effective killings of the girls, the crew's counterattack is weak and ridiculous. Whether it was a blunt blow, a sharp slash, or a firearm, the girls didn't care at all. They continued to open their confused and empty eyes as they bled profusely, or twisted their heads and limbs at strange angles, and little by little they approached the crew members who were about to collapse.

"Dead monsters!"

"Lie down for me!!"

The soldiers of the 02 Ranger Battalion have also seen all kinds of hell on earth, and after the initial chaos, they quickly adjusted their tactics, no longer aiming their crosshairs at various vital points, and no longer engaged in hand-to-hand combat, but instead used submachine guns and shotguns to fire at the necks and joints of the limbs. In this way, they tried to deprive the girls of their mobility and block the passages.

Tactical assumptions are not a problem, and in a ship where explosives cannot be used, this is one of the few feasible options. Being able to think of this tactic in a hurry and execute it decisively, the 02 Ranger Battalion deserves to be a battlefield veteran.

It's just—

Battlefield experience also depends on whether the object is applicable or not.

Using the experience gained by the opponent of fellow sapient creatures against undead monsters should not be expected to be effective.

The girls are not steel or phantoms, their bodies are still made of flesh and bones, they will bleed from their wounds when they are shot, and they will fall when they are blown off their hands and feet, and they can really be hurt by physical methods.

But that doesn't stop them from acting.

Girls who have lost their limbs crawl or squirm on the ground, and after losing their hands and feet, they still bite their opponents with their teeth, swallow each other's flesh, and then quickly regenerate their limbs. The severed arm that had fallen to the ground crawled towards the nearest corpse, clinging to it and fusing with it, and in a short time the original adult male corpse transformed into a girl's appearance, wearing loose clothes and walking towards the men in the same uniform.

It's an absolute nightmare, nothing other than that.

"Those guys really can't even care about superficial work. ”

Gritting its teeth, the spider wryed out a spasmodic wry smile.

Even if she didn't have detailed and exact information, she could roughly guess whose masterpiece the scene in front of her was, after all, there were only a few people who could make such an extremely unreasonable situation.

The Shadow Guard, under the command of the dictator of Alfheim, is the embodiment of the seven deadly sins of terror and calamity.

Nothing else but them does what he thinks.

The real identity of those guys, where they came from before, and where they were. So far, no one knows. What is certain is that only these guys are extremely powerful, and have the cruelty and madness corresponding to their power.

The previous defeat of two Seven Deadly Sins in a row has to be said to have largely relied on luck and the opponent's own carelessness.

Humans are nothing but ants;

mere human beings;

Our power is unmatched;

Relying on these psychological loopholes, coupled with the necessary calculations and luck, Roland and the others worked hard to defeat their opponents. But this time the opponent is obviously prepared, judging from the fact that they do not choose to show off their strength with great power and pomp, but instead adopt an attack mode that targets the crew, the opponent has filled in the psychological hole, and clearly takes the human beings who were not in the eyes of the past as the opponent.

Maybe it's an honor, but the spider couldn't be happier about it.

Such an opponent is the most troublesome...

What's more-

(Why do you want to stick to the appearance of a girl? Is there any point in this?

The spider biting her thumb nail stared at the girl's face in the frame, and an ominous chill roamed her spine.