**Chapter 364: Hunting**
Four army green Comanche Attack Helicopters carried sixteen Navy SEALs towards the center of the Bloody Pillar of Light, their target the abandoned dam in the old district.
These Navy SEALs received the mission on short notice, their objective being to explore this strange red light Area.
Several Drones circled at high speed in front of and behind the four Attack Helicopters, clearing potential threats for the Navy SEALs Soldiers.
After all, being in the Space enveloped by the Bloody Pillar of Light, everything was covered in a state of red mist. Even Helicopter Pilots with thousands of hours of flight time had to stay highly focused, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
Fortunately, these Drones were clearing the way. These Pilots could receive remote support through the Communicators on the Helicopters, distinguish the Direction in the red mist, and avoid Obstacles.
However, their good luck soon ran out. The four Radio Stations that were in Contact with the Command Center all lost Contact after a series of "zzzzz" sounds of static.
Not only that, but the reconnaissance Drones also seemed to have lost Control and all plummeted towards the Ground.
Boom boom boom—
A Navy SEALs Captain peered through the wide-open Hatch of the Helicopter, vaguely seeing the sparks generated by the explosion when the Drones' onboard Missiles collided with the Ground.
"Officer, what do we do now?"
A Big Black Soldier sitting near the Commanding Captain, holding a heavy machine gun, asked him.
Captain Mike, who had a beard, had participated in the Afghanistan War and the Iraq War, and had performed decapitation missions deep behind enemy lines multiple times, possessing rich combat experience.
He was also the Cobra Commander of this operation.
After confirming the loss of Contact with the Command Center on the Command Channel, he immediately took over the Command Authority of the two Teams.
"Vulture, land! Everyone check your weapon equipment, prepare for combat at any time!"
Cobra Commander Captain Mike understood very well that after losing the Drones as their Eyes, the four Attack Helicopters flying in the Sky full of red mist were sitting Ducks. He decisively ordered the Helicopters to land.
"Vulture Two, copy!"
"Vulture Three, copy!"
"Vulture Four, copy!"
The contact between the Navy SEALs used short-range Communicators, so even after losing contact with the Command Center, the four Helicopters still maintained communication.
The four Attack Helicopters quickly flew towards the Ground. At the same time, the Soldiers on the Helicopters were also skillfully checking their weapon equipment. The Navy SEALs, also known as the Federation Amphibious Commando Team, are one of the world's top ten Special Forces. Soldiers selected for the Navy SEALs possess extremely strong skill and mental fortitude.
Despite losing contact with the Command Center, this group of Soldiers did not seem panicked. Sitting in the Cabin, they checked their Firearms in an orderly manner.
Cobra Commander Captain Mike wiped his handgun, removed the magazine, and checked the fully loaded bullets inside. Just as he reloaded the magazine, a shrill voice suddenly came through the headset communicator.
"Ah!"
"Enemy attack!"
"Help, what is this thing? Bang bang bang bang—"
"Bullets are useless against them, oh God, demons—"
"Bang bang bang"
"Da da da da—"
"Help, someone save me!"
"Mike, be careful, there are demons!"
"Boom!"
In the short-range communicator, screams, gunfire, and calls for help resounded for a moment. Hearing the last explosion sound, which was close at hand, the Commanding Captain quickly picked up an assault rifle leaning beside him, clicked, quickly racked the bolt, and in two or three steps, darted to the cabin entrance. With one hand gripping the cabin door handle, and the other hand holding the gun single-handedly, he aimed towards the Direction from which the explosion came.
Through the red mist, he could vaguely see a Sun exploding. Around the Sun, over a dozen pitch black figures flashed past. "Da da da da da da—"
The Commanding Captain raised his assault rifle and sprayed fire towards the black figures in the red mist.
"Caw!"
With a few strange cries, over a dozen black monsters with horns in the red mist swooped towards the Helicopter.
As these black monsters flew closer, upon seeing their appearance, the Commanding Captain finally understood why his teammate had warned him about demons before he died.
These monsters with sharp grappling hooks looked almost identical to demons from Hell.
Watching the demons flapping their flesh wings and flying towards him, the Commanding Captain aimed at these demons and pulled the trigger. At this time, other Navy SEALs also came to the cabin door. A Black Person even directly picked up a machine gun and sprayed fire at these non-human monsters. For a moment, dense bullets sparked off the bodies of these demons.
Captain Mike of the Navy SEALs team saw clearly that these demons were covered in inverted triangular scales. Bullets hitting their scales had no Effect whatsoever.
Even the bullets from the M600 machine gun could not penetrate their scales.
"Get out of the way!"
Just then, a Navy SEALs teammate suddenly rushed to the hatch, carrying an AT-4 anti-tank rocket that had just been assembled.
The Navy SEALs team members who were shooting around the hatch quickly made way for him.
"Boom!"
The anti-tank rocket, trailing a bright tail flame, shot straight towards the demons a hundred meters away. Firelight soared into the Sky. After an explosion, accompanied by sounds like sharp objects scraping glass, over a dozen demons immediately plummeted towards the Ground.
Over a dozen demons immediately plummeted towards the Ground.
Seeing that the anti-tank rocket was effective against these demons, the Navy SEALs Soldiers on the Aircraft finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But before they could rejoice for long, another series of strange cries came from the blood mist, and judging by the sound, there were many more of them than the previous group of demons.
"Big Dog, adjust the aircraft body, use the autocannon and missiles, shoot towards the Direction the sound is coming from! GOGOGO!"
Hearing the strange cries and the sound of flapping wings in the blood mist, Captain Mike rushed directly behind the Pilot and shouted loudly at him.
At this time, the helicopter Pilot also understood the urgency of the situation. He controlled the helicopter, performing a lateral move in mid-air. If the Navy SEALs on the aircraft hadn't been prepared and grabbed nearby handles, this violent maneuver by the Pilot might have thrown a few people off.
Even so, a chorus of curses with high maternal content echoed in the cabin.
However, the helicopter Pilot had no time to curse back as usual. After confirming that the nose of the aircraft was pointed towards the Direction of the strange sound, he directly controlled the three-barreled autocannon installed in the rotating turret and sprayed fire densely towards that Direction for thirty seconds.
The rotating turret of this attack helicopter could reach an azimuth of 240 degrees and an elevation of 60 degrees.
The 20mm caliber three-barreled autocannon, with a rate of fire of 1500 rounds per minute, sprayed fire towards the blood mist. The dense blood mist was forcefully carved out with clearly visible bullet trails.
The strange cries and the sound of flapping wings in the blood mist instantly disappeared under this dense firepower.
"Click click!"
After confirming that all 500 rounds in the ammunition box had been expended, the Pilot subconsciously looked back at Mike.
"Alert!" Captain Mike gave the order while picking up the communicator.
"This is Vulture One, respond if you hear me, respond if you hear me!"
There was a deathly silence in the communicator. Apart from the static, there was no response. Cobra Commander Mike, the commander, felt a chill in his heart. He called out again, somewhat unwillingly.
"This is Vulture One, I am Mike, respond if you hear me, respond if you hear me!"
"This is Vulture One, I am Mike, respond if you hear me, respond if you hear me!"
"This is Vulture One, I am Mike, respond if you hear me, respond if you hear me!"
After several calls, no sound came back through the communicator. Mike realized that the other three attack helicopters, besides theirs, had all met with disaster.
"Bang!" He angrily punched the cabin door.
"Captain, what do we do next?"
Mike looked up at his teammates in the cabin. At this time, everyone was looking at him eagerly. Although they didn't say it explicitly, he understood what they meant.
"Since we've lost contact with the Command Center, I am now in command. There's an unexpected situation here. Big Dog, I order an emergency evacuation from here!"
"Yes! Captain!" The helicopter Pilot with the codename Big Dog had seen those demons. As a devout Christian, he didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment longer.
After receiving Mike's order, he controlled the attack helicopter and flew back the way they came.
"Maintain alert, if you find anything wrong, shoot immediately!"
Mike leaned against the side of the cabin, his face was grim. He really wanted to find the wreckage of the other attack helicopters and search for surviving teammates, but reason told him that facing those demons that even bullets couldn't penetrate, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths if they went.
The most important thing now was to save the living, but thinking of his familiar teammates, Mike couldn't help but punch the helicopter cabin repeatedly.
On the blood-colored Ground, the wreckage of a helicopter was engulfed in raging fire. Some dried corpses were scattered nearby, but strangely, these dried corpses didn't look like they had died from falling. Instead, they looked like mummies whose blood had been drained and who had been exposed to the sun for several days and nights.
An existence enveloped in energy flame walked up to these mummies, casually picked up a dried corpse's thigh, and examined the wound on it.
A moment later, he shook his head and threw the dried corpse's thigh aside.
At this time, a heavy footsteps sound echoed in the blood mist. The existence enveloped in energy flame looked warily in the Direction the sound came from, then shot up into the Sky and flew in the opposite Direction of the sound.
He seemed very wary of the blood mist around him. Even while flying, he didn't forget to release energy flame to isolate the red mist outside his body.
Soon after he left, the surrounding red mist boiled, as if a raging fire was burning it away. A Big man, covered in red scales, with a beast-headed human-bodied form, a face identical to Boss Tang's, two fire snakes piercing his ears, and a height of over three meters, walked out of the blood mist.
He carried a flame halberd on his shoulder, the halberd blade piercing through the chest of a sheep-headed, tiger-bodied demon with wings on its back, carrying it on his shoulder like a hunter returning from a hunt.
The Big man looked around, then strode off in one Direction, chasing after something. Under his feet, two fire dragons vaguely surged, carrying him through the blood mist.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh—
Boom boom boom boom—
The AH-66 Comanche attack helicopter, flying back along the route it came, was soon pursued by those suspected demon creatures.
After the autocannon ran out of bullets, the Pilot could only increase speed while using the heavy weapons on the AH-66 Comanche attack helicopter to fight back.
The AH-66 short-wing attack helicopter could carry an 864 kg weapon payload in different configurations.
Since it wasn't a long-distance combat mission, this attack helicopter was not equipped with external fuel tanks.
For this operation, it carried 32 70mm Hydra rockets! Rocket after rocket shot into the dense figures in the blood mist. Accompanied by rumbling explosion sounds, they carved a blood path through the Demon swarm in the blood mist.
Those demons didn't seem to be very fast. The attack helicopter that broke through was getting closer and closer to the edge Area of the Bloody Pillar of Light.
In the blood mist, an obese figure was faintly visible, looking remotely at the flying human iron bird. How to describe this Fatty's appearance? His pale, fleshy body was over ten meters tall, like a meat mountain. His surface was covered in fist-sized, semi-transparent pustules.
These pustules burst open, constantly dripping green liquid. As soon as this liquid left the Fatty's body, it transformed into horned beast demons with claws.
As soon as these demons formed, flapping their flesh wings, they beat their wings and chased after the attack helicopter.
Strangely, these demons merely followed behind the attack helicopter and did not seem to intend to catch up. Instead, they deliberately made noise, seemingly wanting to drive them towards a certain place.
In the blood mist, a figure enveloped in black energy flame appeared before the Meat Mountain Fatty.
"How was the probing?"
The Meat Mountain Fatty lowered his head, looking distressed at the liquid flowing from the ruptured pustules on his body surface. If he were Outside, or in the Dimensional Realm he ruled.
His power was almost infinite, and the demons formed from the pustules on his body could return to his body in the form of energy after death.
But in this strange Space, as soon as the demons he split off suffered a wound, the blood mist would instantly envelop them, devouring them skin and bone.
Their eating habits were even more brutal than him, a Demon King of Hell.
"It's useless, those humans in this Space will also be corroded by this red mist!" The figure enveloped in black energy flame shook his head.
"It seems he sees us as prey! He won't let us leave easily. It's just, who is hunting whom?!"
Although the figure enveloped in black energy flame said this, the two Demon Kings of Hell knew clearly in their hearts.
To dare to scheme against so many Demon Kings of Hell and Dimension Gods, not to mention his strength, just his appetite and courage were beyond their reach.
This red mist Space was constantly absorbing their energy. Although they isolated it with their own energy, it only slowed down the rate of energy loss.
As for breaking this red mist Space, they had tried many times, but the intensity of this red mist Space was unexpectedly solid, and Space was nested within Space, like a Space Maze.
Several Dimensional Lords and Demon Kings of Hell whose strength was no less than theirs were trapped in the Space Maze and then surrounded and killed by those things.
At this moment, the figure enveloped in black energy flame and the Meat Mountain Fatty simultaneously looked towards the Direction of the blood mist.
"Damn it, those things are coming after us!"
The figure enveloped in black energy flame cursed angrily. Without seeming to wait for the Meat Mountain Fatty, he instantly fled.
The Meat Mountain Fatty glanced at his "temporary allies" who had rushed into the blood mist and disappeared without a trace. From his tonnage, it was clear that his speed was not fast. Sensing the increasingly close aura in the blood mist, he fiercely rubbed his exposed belly with his large hand, and large areas of pustules instantly burst open.
Green liquid spurted from them, transforming into countless dense black demons, which met the figure in the blood mist.
The Meat Mountain Fatty took advantage of this to immediately stride forward, chasing after the Direction his "temporary allies" had fled! But the next moment, heavy footsteps sounded in the blood mist in front of him.
The Meat Mountain Fatty's face changed drastically. Before he could react, a pitch black great halberd stabbed towards him from the blood mist in front of him.
Facing the sudden great halberd, a flail hammer appeared in the Meat Mountain Fatty's hand at some point. He swung the giant hammer down towards the great halberd.
An existence capable of occupying an Abyss and becoming a Demon King of Hell naturally had some tricks up his sleeve.
If the Meat Mountain Fatty's strike were in the Material World, it could even flatten a Mountain Peak, which shows how powerful his strength was.
But facing him was the Gonggong Ancestral Witch True Form visualized by Tang Song. Existences like Ancestral Wu were born for combat. Although the power of the Gonggong Ancestral Witch True Form visualized by Tang Song was less than one-billionth of its peak,
His combat technique and martial skill were something the Meat Mountain Fatty could not compare to. In just an instant, the pitch black great halberd, with a lift and a pull, sent the flail hammer in the Fatty's hand flying.
This kind of skill, stemming from combat instinct, even Tang Song, who was sitting in the center of the Underworld River Altar with full map view enabled, understood that although these true form diagrams were visualized by himself, this combat instinct could not be used unless he recalled these Ancestral Witch True Forms back into his Inside the Body now.
Otherwise, he couldn't use it. This wasn't a specific martial art, but combat instinct.
After the Gonggong True Form sent the flail hammer from the Fatty's hand flying, the halberd blade directly pierced the Fatty's chest.
However, the Meat Mountain Fatty's layer of fat was not for show. This strike from the Gonggong True Form did not pierce through him.
The Meat Mountain Fatty, in pain, no longer cared about conserving his primal power. He let out a cow roar from his mouth and revealed his true body. His entire body rapidly expanded, transforming into a one-eyed Strong Man over a thousand meters tall, covered in muscle tumors.
This fellow had six arms, each holding a giant hammer comparable in size to a house. He bent down, like playing whack-a-mole, and slammed the giant hammers in his hands down onto the Gonggong True Form's head with loud bangs.
Rumble! The Gonggong True Form flexibly dodged one hammer. The house-sized giant hammer, covered in viscous green liquid, slammed heavily onto the Ground. The enormous force caused the entire Altar Space to tremble.
Boom boom boom—
The One-Eyed Strong Man, transformed from the Meat Mountain Fatty, slammed down hammer after hammer. After dodging his attacks repeatedly, the Gonggong True Form's body flickered and also transformed to over a thousand meters tall.
Holding the great halberd, he fought fiercely with the One-Eyed Strong Man.
"The fourth one!"
Tang Song, sitting in the center of the Altar, looked at the One-Eyed Strong Man transformed from the Meat Mountain Fatty. With a thought, the blood mist near the One-Eyed Strong Man seemed to come alive, transforming into blood-colored giant serpents, dozens of meters thick, which bound the One-Eyed Strong Man's six arms and two legs, and coiled around his neck.
In the Marvel World, Blood Sea Hell, hundreds of millions of blood shadows, Blood God Clones, and the fierce soul and malicious spirit led by Ox-Head and Horse-Face seemed to have an invisible rope in their hands. They pulled with all their might.
The One-Eyed Strong Man had just raised the flail hammer in his hand. The next moment, he was pulled to the Ground by an irresistible great strength.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the One-Eyed Strong Man collapsed like a falling Mountain Peak. Near a corner of the Underworld River Altar, on the Rooftop of an abandoned Tall building, countless complex magic arrays were already drawn.
Within the magic arrays, a powerful dark energy surged and flashed, blocking the blood mist outside the magic array.
The figure enveloped in black energy flame arrived at the Rooftop of the Tall building almost instantly. Feeling the chilling dark forces emanating from the magic array.
A rare sense of security welled up in his heart. He ignored the obstruction of hundreds of layers of complex dark magic arrays, passed through layer after layer of magic barriers, and walked into the magic barrier that they had jointly propped up. Within this barrier, six or seven "people" were already waiting.
(end of chapter)