The blood moon sprinkled a faint crimson brilliance, making the night even hazy, and Zheng Hao used the blood shadow magic skill to the extreme, and his body transformed into a phantom and flew across Manhattan Island. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was no blood splattering, no screaming and wailing, and anyone who was hit by Zheng Hao turned his flesh and blood into ashes in an instant.

Every time Zheng Hao kills someone, there are wisps of consciousness energy absorbed by him, although the individual consciousness energy value is not high, fluctuating between 0.1 and 1 yuan, but it is better than the amount.

The pleasure brought by absorbing the energy of consciousness made Zheng Hao's killing intent strong, and he used the wood attribute origin skill to split into 32 clones.

The 32 doppelgangers worked together to run the Blood Shadow Demon Skill, and Zheng Hao's efficiency in harvesting human lives skyrocketed exponentially, and someone on Manhattan Island finally noticed that something was wrong.

Taylor. Ferguson, Chinese New Year's Eve, is a native of New York, from a well-to-do family, and his parents come from the upper class of the United States.

His life was a smooth one, from elementary school to university, working on Wall Street after graduation, and becoming the president of a financial company before the age of 30.

"Some people are born at the top of the food chain, and the world is nothing more than a game in their eyes, destined to be a winner in life."

This phrase is the motto of the Ferguson family, and Taylor's motto, he is a strong man at all times and in all places.

Taylor was on the top floor of the Empire State Building, the 103rd floor, a landmark building on the island of Manhattan.

The Empire State Building is a famous skyscraper located at 350 Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, between West 33rd Street and West 34th Street.

It is one of the most famous landmarks and tourist attractions in New York City and the United States, with a height of 381 meters and 103 floors, and the addition of an antenna is 62 meters high, raising its overall height to 443 meters.

The entire 103 floors have been opened up to form a huge room, which, in addition to all kinds of luxurious furniture, is also hung with swastika flags everywhere.

Taylor is wearing a World War II-era German military uniform, coupled with his good genetics, he is completely blonde and blue-eyed image of a beautiful Western man.

Taylor is now the ruler of Manhattan Island, with more than 100,000 fanatical Nazis as his minions, and nearly a million people of color who died at his behest.

Taylor was not an extreme Nazi by nature, but in post-mutation New York, he enjoyed everything he had by advocating ultra-nationalism.

"Old man, you are outdated, too long of a comfortable life makes you forget the glory of the Ferguson family."

Taylor looked at Manhattan Island under the blood moon, thinking of his father Taylor Sr., he must be fighting with those poor ghosts in Queens now, right?

Taylor's father, Taylor Sr., objected to his use of ultranationalism to rise to power, and the two fell out and parted ways.

"In a chaotic world, only blood and bones can pile up the path to the throne."

Taylor shook the red wine glass in his hand and took a sip of the bright red wine, and he muttered to himself, "I only did what I had to do." ”

Manhattan is backed by Brooklyn and Queens, and is relatively safe to defend against the only iron bridge and alienated creatures in the water.

Although it was a full moon tonight, thanks to the superior location of Manhattan Island, the tide of alien beasts would not break through the human defenses, and at most cause some casualties.

So Taylor was very leisurely in his private room, not so much to control the command as to enjoy a killing show.

Suddenly a rapid bell rang in the room, and Taylor frowned and pressed the intercom.

"Your Excellency, an intruder has been found on the island, causing a large number of casualties." The voice coming from the intercom was flustered, and it seemed that it had encountered a strong enemy.

The rioters on the island of Manhattan practiced Nazism, and Hitler was worshipped by them, so they adopted the dress and name of the Third Reich.

"Let the SS attack, destroy the invaders, and secure the Iron Bridge Line." Taylor said impatiently, these brainless guys only know how to kill people and play with women.

"They couldn't find where the enemy was, and those who went out never returned." The person who reported said with a crying voice: "Everyone is gone, gone." ”

"What's going on? Have special mutated creatures? ”

Taylor was taken aback, and he quickly pressed the console on the boss's desk to check the island's surveillance screen.

The cameras placed at important locations such as intersections and city walls and fortresses sent information, and the images were calm, and there seemed to be no abnormality.

"No, where are the patrols and reserves, and where are they?"

Taylor looked at it for a while, cold sweat broke out on his head, and several people disappeared silently, could it be that the ghost did it?

"Have everyone gather in the light source, light torches, and keep them back to back to prevent sneak attacks."

Taylor forced his composure and replied to the call, but there was no response.

Taylor called up the location of the reporter and checked the surveillance through the main control terminal, and the image was scattered with yellow, orange and orange bullet casings and empty rifles, and there was no sign of a struggle.

Taylor immediately grabbed the intercom and asked the bridge defense personnel, "Is the bridge deck normal?" Did the Alien Beast attack? ”

For a long time, Taylor heard nothing but rustling noise.

"Oops, there must be a large number of unidentified creatures infiltrating."

The Blood Moon has been around for more than a year, and the alien creatures are changing every day, and Taylor estimates that a never-before-seen horde of demonic beasts has broken through Manhattan Island.

Instead of calling the guards, Taylor pressed the stealth button under the boss's desk, and the walls of the room pushed open to both sides, revealing a secret door.

This is a shelter prepared by Taylor, although the area is not large, but it is fully equipped with living facilities, and the storage materials can be used by ten people for a year.

Taylor closed the secret door, plucked a scimitar from the wall of the vault, and pulled the blade out of its scabbard.

Zheng...

With a crisp sound, a faint cold light flashed from the snowflake-patterned blade, a pure Damascus scimitar.

Taylor was at ease with a knife in his hand, blocking the secret door of the vault for only one person to enter.

The Ferguson family also has secret techniques handed down, and Taylor himself is not weak, and he can stimulate the essence of the sword qi.

Alien creatures will attack human settlements on full moon nights, and will retreat when the light of day is light, with rare exceptions.

Taylor is at the peak of his life, so naturally he won't fight against unknown alien creatures, he just needs to sit and wait for the dawn.

As for the possible destruction of his subordinates, Taylor doesn't care, just to save material consumption.

With the shelter and the outside world soundproofing, Taylor could only hear his own heartbeat, and he felt that time was a little difficult, so he opened a bottle of red wine and planned to drink a few glasses.

Boom...

Suddenly, the secret door of the vault shook, then bulged inward.

"It can't be!"

Taylor grabbed the scimitar and stared nervously at the secret door, he had risen to power through intrigue and strong incitement, and had not experienced much actual combat.

The secret door made of alloy is twenty centimeters thick and extremely strong, and to break it with force in a short time, it requires the power of a large-caliber armor-piercing howitzer.

Besides, the existence of the shelter is to protect against alien creatures, how can they find a secret room in a human habit?

"Could it be a human being, someone is trying to take my place?" Taylor struck a spirit, and ran the arcane technique, and the scimitar in his hand burst out with light.

Boom...

The metal secret door finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground, and a man walked into the shelter.

"Who are you? C nationals? ”

Although the other party has a pair of heterochromatic vertical pupils, the other physical features are obviously oriental, and Taylor quickly guesses the purpose of this person.

"Genocide is not what I expected, it is the manifestation of the common will of Western society, and the fault is not on me alone."

Taylor did not use force at the first time, and the other party was able to easily enter the shelter, and the force value must be very high.

He's trying to stall as much as he can, maybe until the guards arrive.

"Man, you can get in here, you have good skills, you can work for me, I can provide you with countless beauties and money." Taylor smiled, still chattering.

Although Taylor looked calm, his knife-holding palm was trembling slightly, and Zheng Hao knew that this white-skinned pig was not a real warrior.

Zheng Hao infiltrated Manhattan Island and used his clone skills to kill, he caught a thug who looked like a leader, and found out the location of the principal of Manhattan Island through consciousness search.

Entering the top floor of the Empire State Building, Jung Ho awakens Six Wings and soon discovers Taylor's shelter.

"Anyone has to pay for their actions."

Zheng Hao's figure disappeared abruptly, appeared next to Taylor, held his knife-holding hand with his right hand, and used force in reverse, grazing Taylor's neck.

Blood poured out like a fountain, and Taylor was suddenly in a different place.

Thanks to the family secret technique, Taylor's vitality is very strong, and when his head falls, he can even see the white bone stubble in his broken cervical vertebrae.

Taylor's handsome face was full of disbelief, he was the darling of American high society, the elite of the Ferguson family, and he died silently.

The area of the shelter was not large, and it was quickly filled with bloody gas, Zheng Hao took a deep breath and felt inexplicably excited.

Zheng Hao was slightly stunned, and immediately walked out of the secret room, he couldn't let the desire to kill occupy his heart.

Tonight, thousands of people died at the hands of Zheng Hao, but Zheng Hao was unapologetic, they deserved it.

According to the information Zheng Hao obtained from the sea of consciousness of the deceased, Na~Purists accounted for only a small number of people in New York at the beginning of the mutation.

In the name of nationalism, they preach white supremacy and trample on the interests of other people of color.

In order to maintain the stability of mainstream American society, the remaining US government acquiesced in this behavior, and even contributed to it, increasing the contradictions among people of color.

As the conflict between the Chinese and the Negroes intensified, the Na~Puslims massacred both sides under the slogan of defending their homeland.

At that time, the U.S. government, which had once taken the maintenance of world peace as its own responsibility, chose to ignore it and sit back and watch the Na~ Purists grow until they occupy the entire island of Manhattan.

Nowadays, the Chinese in the New York urban area are almost extinct, and they are inseparable from everyone in New York.

Zheng Hao stood on the viewing platform of the Empire State Building, letting the frenzied air currents in the sky blow his hair.

In his vision, hordes of alienated creatures rush across the iron bridge over the Hudson River and into the island of Manhattan.