Victoria stared blankly at the dancing king who jumped up, and the originally ridiculous Roshan was like a full moon rising from the skyline at this moment, with a coercion like a mountain and a sea. It was a hot and dry February in the Southern Hemisphere, but Victoria felt like a live fish frozen in ice. The fingers that hooked the trigger were cold and stiff and unable to move, and she could only roll her eyes in vain, letting the diners outside the ice pick and choose.

And the dancing king is the diner outside the ice cube, his golden eyes glowing with gluttony.

"Victoria, let's go!" The sudden roar broke through the ice that had frozen her, and her wrists were grabbed, and the man who grabbed her wrists pulled them violently, and they spun around as if they were dancing a passionate tango. After half a spin, the hand let go, the spin stopped, and she swapped to a safe place, while he met the dancer's chest head-on.

That's Gonzalez!

"Hurry up and ......" It took no more than a second for the falling dancer to hug Gonzalez, not even enough to finish a complete sentence. But for the last second he didn't show regret or regret, he just looked Victoria in the eye and kept repeating the word.

"Let's go!"

At the moment when the dancing king was about to touch Gonzalez, a thunderbolt exploded out of thin air. The bullet arrived, the bullet with a diameter of 2.5 centimeters. The velocity accumulated during long-distance acceleration is instantly cleared, and the miniature detonator at the end of the bullet is slammed into the plastic explosive in the head under the action of inertia. The explosives exploded, and six Frigga shrapnel spread in all directions, increasing the killing area as much as possible. Everything converged on the same huge kinetic energy, and the two hundred kilograms of meat were frozen in mid-air.

"Come back!" A new, different fear of death gripped Victoria's heart at an unprecedented height, and for the first time Victoria heard the sound of such a light wind, like someone on an empty Scottish bagpipe, the melodious tone echoing across the endless grass......

She broke through the shackles that had always limited her.

Seventh-order instant!

Time was like a pointer sunk into concrete, and the falling dancer was getting slower and slower, slower, and Victoria reached forward as far as she could, her hand getting longer and longer...... Caught! She caught Gonzalez!

"Come back!!" Victoria pulled Gonzalez back and hugged his waist, leaping backwards with both feet. Collapsed at this moment, and the two who had lost their center of gravity rolled together on the rooftop. But the goal has been achieved, and they leave the range of the dancing king's attack.

The dancing king fluttered to his feet, the wall of flesh stood up again, and Victoria tried to pull Gonzalez back, but the foot that stepped out gave away and almost fell.

Almost.

Gonzalez hugged her, just as she had hugged him before. The little Spanish man was half a head shorter than her, but his hand holding her was so steady. He carried her little by little to the other side of the rooftop, his eyes fixed on the dancing king. It was clear that his B-level bloodline could not make a move in front of the Dancing King, but at this moment, his eyes were like looking down on the emperor of the rebellious ministers, and those eyes were questioning, questioning what gave you the courage to touch the king's treasures.

"Everyone stand back, now I'll take over the battlefield."

Before the Dance King's attack, an unfamiliar voice appears in the secret channel, followed by the surging sound of motorcycles.

The Student Council President is here!

Everyone cheered, including the helicopter pilot. The greatest combat force of this operation, the president of the student union, has finally arrived on the battlefield!

"There's no way to support you here, right? Why don't we lean in the past? Eri put down the binoculars she had been holding.

"Okay." Kotono put the sniper rifle behind her back and took out the rappelling lock.

"It's not that much trouble." Eri suddenly leaned over, carried Kotono on her shoulder, and jumped down from the fifteenth floor.

"You're not surprised." Eri carried Kotono up and down like a projectile on the chaotic roof, looking like she had a lot of spare energy, and she still had time to take a look at Kotono's state.

"Hmm...... I always feel like I've experienced something like that...... Not surprised, but still a little curious, how did you just slow down? ”

"The special use of the spirit of words, I changed the command given to the vampire scythe so that they catch us."

"Can you still use it like this......"

"Uh-huh."

"I've arrived, student council president." Suddenly, another unfamiliar voice appeared in the channel. Unlike the calm and magnetic voice of the previous student council president, this voice is monotonous and boring, like a GPS navigator.

Gonzalez noticed that the dancing king's expression had changed, and he saw it for the first time in the eyes that were squeezed into gaps by fat....... Fear.

The man wrapped in a black trench coat leaped from the edge of the rooftop, and he attacked the moment he appeared.

The shotgun rang out continuously, and the superimposed muzzle flames were even comparable to fireworks in the sky, and the raindrop-like metal projectiles smashed on the dancing king's body, and the surface of the fat flesh rippled layer by layer, like a lake in a rainstorm.

SPAS-15, a weapon designed and produced by the Italian company Franzi, its predecessor is the famous SPAS-12, which was used by the governor to blast the T800 into a ruthless role, SPAS-15 optimizes the ancient structure of the original cartridge feed, using magazines and even special drums to feed the ammunition, which also makes this fastest shotgun a real terrifying demon. Even in the United States, where guns are free, the gun is considered a weapon of destruction, and the Department of Defense banned the gun for civilian use as early as 1994.

The gun was now filled with 000-gauge deer bullets instead of the pre-negotiated Frigga bullets, each of which contained four steel balls one centimeter in diameter. The man walked into the Dancing King as he opened fire, his hand holding the gun frighteningly steady, and the Dancing King, who had been hit repeatedly, stumbled backwards. The 40-round special drum under full fire quickly emptied, and the man unloaded the empty drum and loaded it with a new one to continue firing, all in no more than a second. Under the repeated bombardment of the shotgun, the skin of the dancing king modified by the dragon's blood was also defeated, and the fat layer like a swimming ring first broke a hole, and then the hole became bigger and bigger, and gradually the muscles and viscera under the fat could be seen. The Dancing King waved his stubby arms to protect his body, but the thick layer of fat restricted his movements. The knees of both legs had been destroyed during the last drum play, and he eventually gave up blocking and tried to crawl on the roof with his only hands.

"Poof", like a balloon burst, half of the chest cavity torn by the shotgun has turned into blood, a few seconds ago it was still the powerful lung of the Dancing King, and the abdominal cavity has been torn, with the Dancing King's crawling small intestine flowing out of the gap, like maggots drilled out of the corpse. The man didn't stop the dancing king from escaping slowly, he just followed behind the dancing king, maintaining the same movements to destroy this inhuman body.