"Why, human, do you think you still have the strength to face me?"

In the face of Franklin, the Apostle of the Plague was obviously a little more serious, and with a flick of her slender fingers, it suddenly turned into that terrible claw again.

"Do you know that the biggest difference between human beings and you is that we are the most powerful rulers in the world, and we have conquered this world little by little with our own strength and wisdom. ”

"Heh, what are you trying to express?"

"Since in your eyes, we are not a species at all, let me tell you, in the thousands of years since the birth of our human race, we have encountered countless difficulties and challenges, but we have persevered because we have never been afraid of challenges!"

Franklin looked at the broken knife in his hand, slowly raised his arm, and pointed the short blade at the apostle.

"Humans may be weak, but we will hug each other, and even if the moon falls, we can drag it up!"

"Hahaha!"

The Apostle of the Plague couldn't close his mouth with a smile, "What? unity? Do you want to tell me that it is power? It's really ridiculous, don't you know? With just a wave from me, all of you so-called armies will become servants willing to die for me, and what else can you do but wave your sword at your former comrades?"

Franklin's face was a little ugly, the words of the Apostle of the Epidemic hit him in the heart, how could he not have seen the scene that had just happened?

"Are you speechless? Or do you actually know that humans don't have a chance at all? ”

"The director... long..."

Not far away, Wang Ling finally woke up, and in the midst of the bombardment, Bing Ning and him hugged each other tightly, narrowing the realm of annihilation to just enveloping the two of them.

When the flames of the bomber's fuel dissipated, Bingning also used the last trace of strength, but at this moment, the Ka-50 next to him exploded again, and the two were blown away like a feather.

When Fraga rushed towards the Apostle, Bingning couldn't move at all, her leg was crushed by a shard of concrete, and she didn't even have enough strength left for her to pull her leg out.

And Wang Ling was not far from her, and a steel bar grazed his head and poked into the ground, dangerous and dangerous. Bingning wanted to give him cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but when he inhaled, he would feel a hot pain in his trachea.

Wang Ling threw away the sand and soil on his body, stood up with difficulty, and then used all his strength to lift the concrete block a little, and Bingning was able to pull his legs out.

Fortunately, it was not broken.

Franklin looked at them and smiled bitterly, in fact, he was the only one who could really stand on this battlefield now.

"Human, still refuse to admit defeat?"

"In my dictionary, there is never the word defeat!" Franklin suddenly roared, and his hands gripped the only remaining broken knife.

"Wang Ling, I... Need your help. ”

After he took a deep look at Wang Ling, he resolutely rushed towards the Apostle of the Plague, his running posture was a little swaying, the wound on his face had not yet healed, but he was unstoppable.

"Need my help?"

Wang Ling was stunned, what else could he do now? The sigh of the gods was still by his side, thanks to the fact that he had inserted it back into the holster before it exploded, but now that he had raised the gun, his hand could not be stable because of the pain.

Franklin had already fought with the Apostle, his physical exertion was so great that his speed was not even comparable to that of the previous one, but the Apostle seemed to be teasing him, and even used only his right hand to deal with him.

"Bastard, asshole!"

Franklin cursed, the apostle's behavior was simply an insult to him, he absolutely couldn't accept it! The purple pupils ignited again, and he desperately mobilized the blood veins in his body, and the sweat on the surface of his body was evaporated, and a slow white mist appeared on his body.

"I'm curious, what exactly is your soul oracle?"

The Apostle of the Plague circled around Franklin with great interest, his fingers that were obviously sharp but incomparably nimble.

"Obviously, your bloodline is so strong, even I can't directly turn you into my servant, but I've never seen you use your soul oracle, is it because you don't have a soul oracle or... What's so hard to say? ”

She suddenly flashed behind Franklin, pressed against his back, and leaned into his ear.

Franklin did not hesitate to stab his back with his knife in his back, and the apostle was naturally very dexterous and opened more, and the finger blade also left a few blood paths on his side and waist.

"Shaw, how much longer?"

"Three minutes!

"The longest three minutes in history. Franklin shook his head.

"What, are reinforcements coming?"

Hearing what he said, the Apostle of the Plague looked up for a moment, "Remember, though, tell them not to fly, or I won't mind doing it again." ”

Franklin snorted coldly, glanced at Wang Ling without a trace, and then rushed towards the apostle with his knife, this time his speed was as fast as lightning, which surprised the apostle, and was almost slashed by him.

"Don't you want to know what my soul oracle is?

Even if he was only holding a broken knife in his hand, but at this moment, in Flaclin's hand, it was as if he was holding the Sword of Open Heaven, he opened and closed widely, slashing as much as he wanted, and the speed was strangely very fast, even... Faster and faster.

Is that...?

Bing Ning and Wang Ling glanced at each other, they didn't know what kind of ability Franklin was using, every time Franklin swung his knife at this time, he could even leave an afterimage in their eyes, so fast!

The sound of claws and blades colliding was continuous, as if Gatling was firing, and the sound of dangdang was endless, and every time the two of them rubbed each other, there would be sparks of metal friction.

"You!" The Apostle of the Epidemic just wanted to speak, but Franklin didn't give her a chance at all, and the Apostle at this time couldn't keep up with Franklin's speed, and the blade slashed through her again and again.

Even if it didn't hurt her too much, the apostle was obviously already at a disadvantage, a little tired of coping, and the blood was getting more and more, and the patches of blood on her angelic body looked so dazzling.

"This is Franklin. ”

With the sigh of the gods, Wang Ling muttered, when he was in southern Yunnan, Franklin was at war with the puppet of the Soul Apostle, wasn't it just like that, and he could even take all the attacks with one hand.

"Wang Ling... Get ready..."

Franklin's voice suddenly sounded in the channel, he was dressed roughly, and it was clear that this level of offense was not so easy for him. "What I need is the real you. ”

"The real me?"

Wang Ling looked at the two warring sides, he seemed to understand what Franklin meant, could it be that he was talking about the one who made a big move to drain Wang Liding when he woke up, the one who let himself explode in the small universe when facing the apostle-level air shield attack, and the one who appeared in the underground base of Honduras when they were almost completely annihilated...

That self?

Because they have been with Bingning and them all along, since the incident of the Phantom Apostle, no, it seems that since he came back from Honduras, "he" has never appeared again, Wang Ling has even forgotten the existence of the "old voice", is he still there? or is he asleep.

But now, he needs "him"!

Wang Ling's hands were holding his head, trying to use his consciousness to find that existence in his mind, but the so-called self-esteem was just an existence in the fantasy, and he couldn't find any other sense of consciousness at all.

The scarred Apostle had finally erupted, how could she bear the human being in her eyes trampling on her head like this?! The broken blade grazed her neck again, and she could even feel the heat caused by the broken blade rubbing against the air all the time at this speed.

"You're going to die for me!"

Her two hands suddenly changed from claws back to hands, and both hands made a gesture of lifting up, and the blood on the ground and on her body that had just flowed out suddenly turned into a blood mist and appeared around her.

Franklin was charging straight at her, the Broken Blade held in front of him in a posture that wanted to pierce the heart of the Apostle of the Plague. The Apostle of the Plague made a push gesture at him with both hands in the air, and the blood mist suddenly crashed towards Franklin like a wall.

It was a damp feeling, it was blood... Franklin was dyed red all over his body, and instead of slowing down, he roared angrily, trying to stab the Apostle of the Plague with all his might.

However, just as he was about to stab, his speed suddenly became full, and he ...... a little A little bit... When the blade of his sword was less than three centimeters from the apostle's chest, he stood still.

The violent tremor began somewhere, and soon spread throughout his body, and Franklin wanted to get closer, but his body did not obey at all.

On the arms that had been stretched out, you could see black lines spreading like spider webs, it was those blood! At this time, he was being forcibly turned into a dead soul by the apostle trying to use his own blood!

"Wang Ling... Wang ......"

Franklin shouted with difficulty, his mouth was already a little uncontrollable, although he couldn't see it, but it was conceivable that his whole body was already covered with these black lines at this time!

"Come out, come out!" Wang Ling kept trying, sweat dripping down his forehead, he tried to calm himself, but it turned out to be to no avail.

He saw Franklin under control, heard Franklin's shouts, and could even see the black ink spreading up Franklin's cheeks from his vantage point, but he didn't know what to do!

"Damn!" he slapped himself hard, why, why!

The Apostle of the Plague grinned, walked over to Franklin, kissed him on the cheek, and even stood in front of him, puffing up his chest against the broken blade.

"Aren't you very capable?"

At this moment, a bad premonition suddenly appeared in her heart, as if someone was holding a sniper rifle to her eyebrows. She immediately realized that it seemed that the three minutes since Franklin had just said it had passed.

She didn't know exactly what this guy had prepared, but instinctively told the Apostle of the Plague that she had to leave now. She grabbed Franklin by the neck and carried him like she had carried Fraga before, intending to get out of here first.

"Wang Ling!!"

The purple in Franklin's pupils was gone, and the black had eroded over his pupils, and at the last moment, he yelled with what little consciousness he had left.

"your horse!" Wang Ling raised the black shark violently and aimed it at his temple, and when Bing Ning didn't react, he pulled the trigger very decisively!

For a second... Two seconds... Wang Ling opened his eyes, and suddenly, he seemed to hear a sigh.

Is the gun jamming?

He looked up, and saw that the Apostle was standing there with Franklin in his hands, one leg raised as if to escape, but the two of them stopped there, like a sculpture.

And Bingning was "pounced" on herself, her face was full of horror, and she hovered directly in mid-air.

Yes...

Yes, time stands still.

Wang Ling looked at the middle of the black shark's muzzle, a bullet had been fired and was flying out of the barrel, it was the bullet that was supposed to lift his Heavenly Spirit Cover away.

No, no! It doesn't seem that time stands still, but... has been slowed down countless times.

Vaguely, he could see that the bullet was spinning at an extremely slow speed.

At this moment, the sky suddenly became extraordinarily bright, and two suns seemed to appear in the sky, and one of them was getting brighter and brighter!

What is that?

As soon as Wang Ling wanted to look, a dazzling light flashed his eyes subconsciously, and vaguely, he saw a huge beam of light shooting down from the sky, like a meteor.

Such dazzling......