Chapter 152: Riot (II)

The black-clad bodyguards were obviously specially trained, and their every move was extremely explosive, even inferior to those of well-trained soldiers. However, they were faced with Cons, Dante and Romanloff.

The roaring cannonballs rained down like drops, but the two mechs were as agile as ghosts, and the heavy artillery fire did not pose a real threat at all.

Romanloff, after all, the power of this gladiatorial king is obvious to all, but they didn't expect that Constance Dante, who was driving such a dilapidated mecha, also had such terrifying power, is this really the power that ordinary people can have after being trained casually for a few months? That kind of momentum is like knowing everything about mechas. But in fact, Cons Dante has been touching the mecha for a long time longer than they thought, and in front of the talented knights who can even control the ancient mecha, what is this conventional old-style mecha?

It's just that Consité Dante and Romanloff are also a little surprised by each other's strength, and this kind of manipulation is not something that ordinary people can master. The two couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to each other, after all, they fought a bloody path together in the realm of death, whether it was their state of mind or others, they left an indelible mark.

Because it is a replica of the circular Colosseum in ancient Rome, although the stands are very high, the slope is not too steep, in the eyes of the two people driving the mecha, it is just a step, the firepower of the black-clothed bodyguards is getting weaker and weaker, and obviously they don't have much ammunition. What's more, in the face of approaching mechs, few people can continue to maintain their composure. If this continues, once they get closer, everyone will die under the huge armor-piercing sword in the hands of the mech.

"The rest of the people don't ask, all the grievances and enmities are all in Shuvalov! If you still want to resist, don't blame the sword for being eyeless! Constance Dante shouted through the loudspeaker that it was wisest to disintegrate the other side at this time, after all, no one could remain indifferent to the threat of death. I'm afraid these black-clad bodyguards are not to the point where they can risk their lives to protect Shuvalov!

Sure enough, as soon as Consdante's words fell, it immediately had an effect, and in the face of the powerful offensive of Constance-Dante and Romanloff, there was already a hesitation on the faces of Shuvalov's subordinates, wanting to wait and see something. The artillery fire suddenly weakened a little!

"Stop them! What are you doing in a daze! Shuvalov was both annoyed and frightened when he saw that some of his men were frightened, and he said that he did not want to fall into the hands of Romanov.

But at this moment, the giant sword in Romanlov's hand slammed into more than a dozen unsuspecting black-clothed guards! And they're ready to give up the revolt!? But Romanov was like crazy, slaughtering the scattered guards - Shuvalov's line completely collapsed!!

"What are you doing? Are you crazy! Constance Dante rushed up to stop Romanoff's killing, he didn't sympathize with those people, but such a massacre really made him unbearable, and more importantly, Romanoff's actions just now made many people take up arms and resist again.

"See? Idiot! Even if you lay down your arms now, that madman will kill you all! "Romanlov's madness is simply creating chaos in vain, and Shuvalov uses this to incite his men to continue to resist, while he himself wants to escape.

"Let go!" In the headphones, Cons-Dante heard the cold voice of Romanloff, "In this hell I will be hundreds or thousands of times longer than you are on the field!" You don't understand my pain at all! With that, Romanloff broke free of Constance Dante and rushed into the crowd. The three-meter-long giant sword slashed wildly, and Cons Dante felt that his eyes were full of blood and scraps of flesh flying!

More and more corpses fell under Romanoff's sword, they were all slashed by each other like leeks, each one would take the lives of several people, in the eyes of this young man, the Colosseum was a place of cursed hatred, and the pain of being crushed and tortured was not at all understood by a man like Cons, Dante, who had only been here for less than a day. Only killing can soothe the resentment in Romanoff's heart!

In front of the five-meter-tall light mecha, humanity is simply vulnerable, more and more people are fleeing, and no one wants to resist anymore.

"Hahaha!" Romanloff suddenly let out a maniacal laugh, such an indifferent and ruthless person could have such a hearty laugh! "Shuvalov, you didn't expect you to end up today! It's not good to be embarrassed by such a betrayal of relatives! ”

At this time, the young man seemed to be a different person, but his voice was terrifying.

Shuvalov crawled to the back of the stage, his face no longer had the composure it used to be, there was no strength, he was nothing. He was able to act so condescending because he had the power at that time, and now everything is reversed, and he is the fish on the sword.

Romanlov approached slowly, and Shuvalov suddenly stumbled and fell, leaving no chance of escaping at all.

Looking at the enemy he thought about day and night, the young man felt that his heart was so happy, and his voice changed back to the original cold tone, watching Shuvalov struggle to get up, [Berserker] raised the giant sword in his hand, only to hear Romanlov say in a cold voice: "Turn around, let me see if you also know what fear is like!" "Romanloff, who was only an orphan living in the slums, was tricked into being here, but he found that he seemed to have more potential to drive these iron golems than anyone else. But this did not bring him any good, but instead became a nightmare that tormented him. For the past few years, Romanloff has been used and pressed like a tool without restraint, and the pent-up resentment in his heart finally burst out on this day!

"Hey-" But a sneer burst out of Shuvalov's mouth, "Do you think I'm going to be tied!" The man turned sharply!

"Be careful!" The corners of Constance Dante's eyes twitched, and he shouted!

He saw the small multi-cannon in Shuvalov's hand, a weapon that could have killed Romanov at such a close range, and sure enough, Shuvalov was not in vain, and at the last moment he still showed his fierce nature.

It's just that Constance Dante also underestimated the determination in Romanoff's heart.

A flash of cold light!

With a splash of blood, Shuvalov's arm, along with the short cannon in his hand, crossed the sky in an arc and fell to the ground.

"・・・・・・Ahh!!h Looking at his severed arm, which was constantly gurgling and bleeding, Shuvalov was stunned for a long time before he broke out and rolled on the ground.

"My arm! My arm! The man's voice was full of fear, and Romanloff was now looking down at him with eyes that looked down indifferently like death. The man who was once so invincible finally had a day when he was trampled on the soles of his feet, and she had never been so happy as she was today! (To be continued.) )