At the same time as the indifferent voice sounded, an unstoppable force appeared in Peters's lower back.

Suddenly, the head of the Secret Service Division fell into the darkness in the distance like a kite with a broken string, and the standing member of the Secret Service was shot in the head before he could react.

Bang!

In the sound of gunfire, brains splashed and corpses fell to the ground.

And Peters, who had just been kicked by Qin Ran with all his might, stood up again, patted the dirt on his body, and looked at Qin Ran with interested eyes as he walked towards here.

"It didn't disappoint me, Witcher!"

"If you die in the flames just now, I will be glad that my plan succeeded, but I will also have regrets in my heart."

"After all, I've been preparing for so many years......"

Qin Ran didn't have the habit of listening to his opponent tell his heart, and before the words of the director of the special affairs department were finished, he aimed at the other party's chest, and with a kick, the director of the special affairs department who had just walked in front of Qin Ran immediately flew back upside down again.

It's the same as the previous one, though.

The other party stood up unscathed, looked down at the shoe prints on his chest, and couldn't help but smile.

"Very good strength."

"But ......"

"I'm immortal!"

Bang!

The bullet shot out of the barrel of the [Python-2] and went straight to the forehead of the chief of the special affairs department, but when the bullet touched the opponent's skin, it seemed to lose momentum all of a sudden, and it fell to the ground.

There is no extrusion, and there is no deformation.

A warhead that falls to the ground is as if it had been detached from an intact bullet.

"Look, I said I was immortal."

"Why don't you want to believe it?"

Peters smiled and bent down to pick up the warhead.

And at the moment when the head of the special affairs department bent over, Qin Ran stepped on the back of the other party's head with one foot-

Rumble!

The ground trembled, and a hole with a radius of a meter appeared in the ground made of pebbles and stone slabs.

The head of the Secret Service was tilted, with his head at the bottom, buried deep in the ground.

The other party struggled and wanted to raise his head, but Qin Ran's soles were like steel cast iron, not only did not move at all, but also pressed down differently, causing the other party to fall deeper into the ground.

Immortal?

Qin Ran wouldn't believe the words of an enemy at all.

The reason why the other party showed the appearance of an immortal body was nothing more than that the blow he received was not enough to break the opponent's bearing capacity or had any special effect.

Qin Ran, who had the [Devourer's Shadow Armor], was no stranger to this.

Therefore, Qin Ran raised his left hand.

Call!

The demonic flames ignited instantly.

Immediately, the surrounding darkness was banished.

They are like sheep that have been invaded by wolves, and they are scattered and fled.

All of a sudden, the surroundings lit up.

Qin Ran, who was always paying attention to his surroundings, squinted his eyes, but the demonic flame in his hand did not hesitate, and just pressed on Peters's body.

Rumble!

There was an explosion.

Peters, who had always been 'fearless' and 'didn't care', let out a cry of pain.

Very low sound.

And, in the next moment, it came to an abrupt end.

But Qin Ran heard it.

The corners of Qin Ran's mouth curled.

"Ignore attacks below Tier III?"

"No, it shouldn't be Tier III."

"So ......"

The thought in his heart flashed quickly, and Qin Ran's raised left hand ignited the demonic flame again, and with a low demonic roar, the flame quickly swelled.

The darkness around them was restless again.

Once again, they fled.

Between breaths, a radius of about 30 meters was emptied, and this range was constantly expanding.

"Flames?"

"Not frost?"

Peters, whose face was stepped into the ground, let out a cry of surprise.

The soil did not hinder the other person's speech in the slightest, as if the other person's voice could be transmitted without going through the vocal cords or mouth.

"That's your hole card?"

"It's a bit unexpected."

"I think we can talk."

The other party continued.

Qin Ran seemed to be listening to the other party's words, but the Demon Flame in his left hand was constantly expanding and changing, and the moment the flame reached Level IV, the Demon Flame in Qin Ran's hand fell straight down.

"Wait!"

Peters shouted loudly at his feet.

The members of the Special Affairs Office in the distance also shouted loudly one by one.

But no one could stop Qin Ran.

According to Qin Ran's wishes, the demonic flame fell on Peters's body like this, tearing and burning the other party's body.

“D！”

A heartbreaking, hateful roar rang out among the members of the Secret Service who had arrived.

The other party, Rong Qinran, had not seen it, but the voice was that of Peters.

"Similar to a soul transfer?"

"Still ......"

"Wake up!"

The scene in front of him made Qin Ran silently guess in his heart, but his eyes swept coldly over these members of the Special Affairs Department, even if these members of the Special Affairs Department couldn't wait to launch an attack, Qin Ran was indifferent.

In the continuous gunfire, the bullets shrouded Qin Ran like a torrential rain.

But......

Useless!

When the bullet hit the pitch-black leather armor, it immediately lost its momentum.

No!

It should be devoured!

A monster of shadows, like a snake and a python, opened its huge mouth and swallowed all the attacks like a whale sucking water.

And then?

Naturally, it was a counterattack.

The snake-like monster breathed in the direction of the bullet.

Call!

An invisible wind swept through the bodies of these Secret Service members.

The gunfire stopped.

One by one, they froze there.

Then, blood flowers burst out of his body.

They lowered their heads in disbelief, and one by one they fell to the ground.

"Immortal!"

"How could you be immortal!"

The voice of questioning came from the mouth of a member of the Secret Service who was not dead, and the other person coughed up blood as he spoke, the voice was still that of Peters, but the person was changed again.

These replaced bodies were clearly different from Peters' original bodies.

It doesn't have that kind of strong defense.

Ability?

It's just in line with the original body.

Very average.

"Immortal?"

"Do you really think this is immortal?"

"If you really think that's it, then ...... I'm sorry, but I don't just have what you call immortal, it's also an enhanced version. ”

Qin Ran said, raising his hand and shooting.

Bang!

The other party, who was not yet dead, immediately fell to the ground.

His head was shattered, and he naturally couldn't die anymore.

But Peters didn't die.

In the sound of messy footsteps, a large crowd of people appeared in the cemetery.

They are dressed differently, there are men and women, and their ages are also different, the oldest is already gray-haired, and the youngest is still immature.

However, one thing is the same.

Each one stared at Qin Ran viciously, like a man-eating beast.

"Enhanced?"

"You really don't know what you're talking about!"

"I'm sorry."

"I underestimated you before."

"But I'll correct it right now - you're strong, stronger than I expected, but when the quantity reaches the extreme, the quality changes."

"And me?"

"It's the one with the absolute number!"

"Up!"

"Kill him for me!"

As soon as Peters gave the order, all the people rushed towards Qin Ran.

Looking at the crowd of people who had long lost their minds and looked like puppets, Qin Ran shook his head silently.

He did not feel sorry for these people who became enemies.

Rather, it is a tacit acquiescence to what Peters said, that quantitative change causes qualitative change.

It's a pity......

The other party has no idea that at certain moments, if there are more people than people, he will never lose to anyone.

Woo! Whining!

A continuous trumpet sounded.

War horses and knights loom in the darkness.

Bell, bell!

The knights tapped their shields, and the horses marched with the sound, and a thousand people were like one person, walking in unison, and the voices converged into one—

"Burning—"

"Dawn!"