I don't know how long it was, but even the entire town of New Gorny was reduced to ashes, and the billowing smoke of the flames gradually dissipated, revealing the earth.

The entire ground was scorched, and the hundreds of hectares in a radius had turned black, leaving only the wreckage of shattered planes and chariots, as well as the charred corpses on the ground.

I don't know if it was deliberately done by the Apostle of the Epidemic, the helicopters of those news media were also controlled by the Apostles, but they were not allowed to smash to the ground, and the scene just now was completely captured by the camera and sent to the military, government and ... Populace.

"It's a movie, right?"

"Where is this? It looks like it's all Soviet-made weapons, is it Russia or China?"

"What the hell is that woman going to do? Who the hell is she, and why is she so powerful?"

"How much is the government hiding from us, those people are obviously not the military, they must be from Charles School, how long do they want to be hidden by the government?"

"Those people... They're all dead, they're all dead?"

Under the platforms of various news media, hundreds of billions of netizens are constantly posting comments, a woman, destroyed hundreds of warplanes, killed so many people, she

Who the hell is it?

Bang! A gunshot sounded so harsh in the terrible silence of this time. It was Fraga, with a huge pistol in his hand, and he didn't take a step before he shot the apostle in the sky.

His left arm had been broken and drooped there, his face was covered in blood, his hair was burned to ashes by the flames, and his face, which was still quite handsome, was so hideous at this time.

After seven shots, there was not a single bullet in the gun, but Fraga still pulled the trigger in vain, frantically, desperately. However, at this distance, not a single bullet could have hit the apostle.

Yes, just the haughty mockery of the Apostle of the Plague.

"No!!"

He finally threw the gun away, his thick legs bent down, and he fell to his knees, his remaining right arm slamming into the ground with punch after punch.

The ground burned by the fire was so hard that his fists soon opened and blood flowed, but he didn't feel it at all, and it became heavier and heavier, and even the joints showed white bones.

Soon, he no longer had the strength to lift his arm, and even his wrist had been twisted into a strange angle. He struggled to straighten up and slowly looked around, his chapped lips squirming slightly.

"They're all dead... They're all dead..."

Yes, looking around the whole of Ozersk, there are still people standing there, except for Wang Ling Bingning, the entire Southern Russian Branch, all the commissioners who rushed here to stop the apostles, are all dead.

Dead in...

In the midst of the flames and explosions caused by the fall of the comrade's plane...

Fraga wanted to cry, but not a single tear could come out, the air around him was still so hot, and the skin of his nose was scorched by the hot air.

With great difficulty, he took out his silver flask from his pocket with his dislocated right hand, and bit the lid of it to smash it, he didn't need it anymore anyway.

The spicy, hot liquor gurgled into his stomach, and the burning sensation did not help to relieve his pain. Fraga came to this battlefield with the belief that he would die, but in the end, he watched everyone else die.

If the soul hunt had not been completely destroyed in the hands of the apostles in the future, then today would have been written into the records of history, and today would have become the darkest day of the soul hunting, and today would have been the death of the soul hunt...

"Humans are creatures that have not evolved perfectly, and men can only cry, and you are doomed to be eliminated. ”

The huge vine began to shrink and split, and the Apostle of the Plague slowly descended from the sky, and she glanced at Fraga out of the corner of her eye, and said disdainfully.

"You, you shut up!"

Fraga glared at the apostle, his face bruised, and all the wounds that had just healed from the increase in blood pressure burst open, staining him into a bloody man.

"Hmph, what, you seem to be very dissatisfied. The apostle blew on the ashes of the fire that did not exist on his body, and looked at Fraga with interest.

"You must die, you must die!"

With that, Fraga rose to his feet and rushed towards the apostle, but he was so weak that he had lost his arms to maintain his balance, and he had barely taken a few steps before he fell headlong there.

"Hahahahaha!!"

The Apostle of the Plague laughed wildly, and once again she lifted her slender legs, appearing beside Fraga at breakneck speed. Then he leaned down and grabbed Fraga by the neck and lifted him up.

Fraga's weight of 220 pounds looked so weak in her slender hands, like picking up a chick, she could only struggle in vain, but she could not break free.

"I'm going to... Kill you..."

Fraga's face had almost turned purple, and the apostle's hand was like a vice, and his tongue was sticking out, and he could only squeeze out a sound desperately.

"Human beings are always so imaginative. ”

After the Apostle of the Plague finished speaking, he suddenly turned sideways and slammed Fraga to the ground, and the sound of bones shattering sounded at the same time as the impact of the sack falling to the ground.

One of Fraga's legs was also broken, and his left arm was torn directly from his shoulder, leaving only one strength still connected. Fraga's face was twisted and distorted by the pain, and he wanted to scream, but his throat was still clenched, and he couldn't make a sound.

"And now?"

The apostle asked, holding Fragati in front of him and almost touching his face.

"I'm going to... Kill you!"

Bang! Bang!

Fraga was like a rag bag, carried by the Apostle of the Epidemic and beaten from side to side, and soon the charred ground beneath her feet was soaked with blood, Fraga's limbs were broken, his chest had collapsed, blood foamed from his mouth, broken ribs punctured his alveoli, and even the throat bone was crushed by the apostle.

"And now?"

Fraga couldn't make a sound at all, but there was no expression of submission on his face, and he opened his mouth tremblingly and made a mouth shape that you would die for.

"Then you should die. ”

The Apostle of the Plague raised his leg high, the slender heel of the high heel under his feet shining with a metallic light, and then, the leg slashed down, and the heel pierced Fraga's neck in an instant, and no blood burst out, because Furga was already bloodless.

"Fraga!!"

Hearing the shout, Vraga turned his head with the last of his strength, and his already somewhat blurred vision still recognized the familiar figure in the distance, it was Yegrovna, you are not dead...

"Run. ”

After making this final lip shape, Fraga's head was kicked out by the Apostle, crashing into the remaining wreckage of Tu-160, shattering.

Yegrovna crouched there in pain, hugging her head and crying.

Just now, just when she was about to be engulfed in flames, Kenji Sakata pulled her with one hand and Li Hao with the other, and launched his soul oracle with all his might: Chase the blade, and teleported out a hundred meters away with the two of them, escaping from the scythe of death.

And Sakata also fainted directly because of excessive consumption, and was behind Yegrovena at this time, on Li Hao's back.

Escape?

Want... Escape?

Egrovena sat down on the ground, despite the pain of her skin being roasted by the hot ground.

The Soul Hunter has been defeated, completely defeated, half of the commissioners of the Russian branch have been sacrificed, and the only thing left is what they can do in the face of the apostle who is not damaged in the slightest? Without the strong man and the weapon, she is not much different from a babbling child in front of the apostle.

But where can you flee?

If she can't kill the Apostle of the Epidemic this time, she will only get stronger and stronger in the future, and even... Her mighty army of mourners threatens to sweep away all of the Soul Hunters.

But don't run away... What else can I do?

This may be the first time that Yegrovena has cried like this since she grew up, at this time she no longer has the appearance of a strong woman, does not have the aura of a powerful superpower, and cries like a child.

Li Hao put Kenji Sakata next to her, then sat on the ground, looked at the apostle's arrogant face, and suddenly smiled.

"Come on, come and kill us. ”

He hooked his hand at the Apostle of the Plague, "Hurry up." ”

"No, I've changed my mind," the apostle walked towards a few people step by step, "I have decided to make you my servants, not only will you not die, but you will even be stronger, and you will kill your comrades one by one, and then regain your consciousness, yes, that's it, I like it." ”

"Don't even think about it!"

Li Hao's hands suddenly pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the temples of Yegrovena and Kenji Sakata respectively, "Our people will always die in battle!"

"How long will it take!"

A sudden roar stopped the trigger he was about to pull, and Li Hao hurriedly looked towards the location where the sound was made.

On the edge of the battlefield, Franklin was limping, as powerful as him, but at this time, even his calves were trembling, he was still holding the knife in his hand, but it had been broken, leaving only a blade about forty centimeters long.

"The last minute is missing..."

The voice of a strange man sounded in the channel... However, the name, as these people know, is the head of the American division.

"Chairman..."

After Li Hao said these words, he couldn't say half a word, and his face, which had been tense, couldn't hold back after all, and tears slid down his cheeks. The strongest soul hunter is still alive, and Franklin at this time seems to be the last hope in the hearts of Li Hao and Yegrovena, who are on the verge of complete collapse.

Although not so long ago, they watched Franklin lose to the Apostle of the Plague.