But just as he approached the other party, a primitive human next to him who looked like a female suddenly rushed out, and knocked him down from a high altitude with one punch at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.
Although he didn't fall to the ground in the end, a small dent was left on his head by a punch...
If he was not the leader of a fallen race and had not possessed extremely high physical fitness, he would most likely have had no chance of survival with just this one blow.
Then, he led his people on a thrilling escape...
That was a really bad feeling.
At every moment, they could see the tribesmen who were chatting and running away in the last second, and turned into minced meat in the next second...
They are not afraid of death, but they can't stand such stimulation and contrast.
But fortunately, the terrible explosion did not seem to be very accurate, and most of the people eventually escaped from danger.
Then, once we returned to the "Coastal Defense Line", we saw a group of "Sea Families", "Crimson Sons", "Ghouls" and "Cyclops" united together speaking out and threatening to retaliate.
Immediately, they were attracted by these "bold" words and gathered here to listen to the lecture.
Someone in the crowd questioned, “Besides, I’ve heard about you. You were bombed even worse than we were!”
As he spoke, he wanted to laugh mockingly, but was interrupted by Barton.
"... Indeed, I was bombed before, and we were bombed for longer than you, for more than ten hours, without stopping to rest for even a minute..."
Hearing this, there was an uproar at the scene. For more than ten hours...
How did you survive this
The people at the scene only ran for two or three hours at most, and they felt like their lives were not their own...
There were actually people who escaped for more than ten hours
Immediately, someone at the scene said this was impossible.
Even their endurance could not withstand such a long-distance raid...
But when he saw the fallen races led by Patton had injuries that had not yet fully healed, and the broken limbs that were dripping blood from time to time, he couldn't help but believe it a little more.
Because they all recognized it, this is the injury caused by artillery bombardment, it is very characteristic...
Seeing these injuries and recalling the fear that Colin had previously dominated, the place fell silent again...
Barton looked around and saw the expressions on the faces of the six or seven fallen races, big and small. He winked at Dark, the "Son of Crimson".
Then, under the influence of some spiritual power, he suddenly broke the silence with an infectious voice: "Are you going to give up the mission given to you by God just because of this?!"
"No, it's impossible. Even if I die, I will complete this request..."
Some people immediately shook their heads, saying that they were willing to give and sacrifice everything for the great God.
In this way, they repay the great gods for giving them the power to survive in the most difficult times of the world.
"But how can we deal with them with just us? Although some of the survivors do have very powerful strength and props, they will definitely not help us..."
A person who did not want to reveal his appearance asked loudly outside the crowd. He used the word "we", including everyone in the scope.