A torrent of steel composed of the soldiers of the Burning Dawn roared by.

For these elites of a hundred battles, obeying the commander's orders is instinct, and the direction that the commander's sword points in is the direction of the charge.

And everything that stands in the way of the charge has only one result: destruction!

The swarming procession was crushed by the soldiers of the burning dawn chopping melons and vegetables.

There are no exceptions.

Even if there are many very special beings hidden in this team, it is the same.

Charge!

Charge!

Charge!

The spears pointed forward, a body pierced, and the controlled puppets did not have any timidity or retreat, and they rushed forward and rushed towards the soldiers of the burning dawn, a man with a faint metallic glow all over his body, standing in the way of the charging team.

Clang!

In the sound of metal clashes, the unstoppable spear was blocked, and the opponent's body was not pierced, only about an inch.

"Do you really think that the person I picked will be an ordinary ......"

Burst!

Before Peters' words could be completely finished, he was interrupted by an oncoming sword.

The sword flashed, and its head flew high.

Immediately afterwards, the corpse was picked up by the spear, fell to the ground, and was trampled into pulp by the horses that followed.

Special?

What's wrong with being special?

For the soldiers who burned the dawn, the era they lived in had too many special things, they had seen a lot, and they killed more with their own hands!

They've figured out how to work together to take out those special guys.

Not only does this work the way, but they don't mind taking out more.

"Burning—"

"Dawn!"

At the sound of the bugle, the team belonging to Peters was pierced.

The rest fled to the sides, and then, again, surrounded by the soldiers of the burning dawn who had split the ranks in two.

Such a war of annihilation, the soldiers of the burning dawn are all too familiar.

It's familiar like eating and sleeping.

And this is a disaster for Peters.

He watched as the people he had carefully selected and possessed powers beyond the reach of ordinary people died one after another under the spear and sword, and the anger in his heart began to grow more and more intense.

He vowed to kill Qin Ran.

It's like he'd vowed to get it.

And now?

The man he was going to kill was taking what he wanted.

"I'll make you understand!"

"What will happen to you if you provoke me!"

A gray-haired old man yelled at Qin Ran in the distance.

The opponent's skills are extremely extraordinary, and they are extremely fast.

This is also an important reason why the other party has been able to live until now.

But that's it.

As the other man yelled, a spear pierced the other's chest.

Burst!

With a flick of the sharp blade, the corpse fell to the side, and the knight rushed towards the next target without stopping.

And Qin Ran's gaze was withdrawn from the battlefield.

He looked to the side.

There, slowly came out of the shadows.

"It's been a long time since I've been back in my real body."

"It's a strange feeling."

The other party said as he walked, and every time he took a step forward, his breath became a little stronger.

When he walked in front of Qin Ran, the other party's aura was like a mountain pressing down on Qin Ran.

Moreover, it is no ordinary mountain.

It smelled of blood.

It is haunted by spirits.

The wraiths roared.

The resentful gaze that only belonged to the necromancer stared at Qin Ran.

Needless to say, ordinary people, even if they are praised as strong, will be frightened and even heartbroken under such a look.

But Qin Ran?

People who dare to look at Qin Ran or creatures in any sense should be ready to do it at any time...... Preparation for death.

The wraith's roar froze.

Their eyes widened, and resentment was replaced by sluggishness.

In their field of vision, the abominable living were still standing.

Instinctively, they should tear each other apart.

But......

They saw something they shouldn't have seen.

In the dark, irrelevant land of the dead.

On a pale wall that supported heaven and earth, wide and ungeometric, one soul after another was nailed to it.

Stained with mermaid tears and covered with rusty nails, in the hands of a pitch-black figure, the other party held a gavel, and the nails were aimed at his body, again and again.

Hurt!

Pain!

Without their sanity, they can feel all this.

Feel like that, tell them that this is what they are.

They wailed.

They beg for mercy.

But useless.

Spikes pierced limbs and torsos, and they could only let the extinguishing wind stir their firmly held bodies.

But that's not the scariest thing.

The most terrifying thing is that they see their relatives and friends being nailed to them one by one.

No!

It can't be like this!

Buried deep in their hearts, they have long turned into obsessions, so that their crazy characters appear in front of them, and they are still treated cruelly, and the resentful spirits raise their heads, look at the only existence in the sky, and beg for mercy loudly.

They are willing to use a switch to take the peace of their obsession.

Even if it's ......

own life.

Smack, smack!

One wraith after another burst, and the sound was like broken glass, crisp and pleasant, and at the same time, it was shattered.

took a step back, his body swayed slightly, and his already pale face became more and more pale.

The other party escapes the [Dead Gaze].

Qin Ran was not surprised by this.

The ability shown by the other party has long shown the special nature of the other party's soul.

As for the powerful?

A soul that is divided into hundreds or thousands of parts, no matter how powerful it is, there is a limit.

And the other party dares to do this, naturally there is a purpose.

In the same way, Qin Ran didn't think that the replaceable bodies controlled by the other party were the opponent's hole cards, even if those bodies had various abilities, they would definitely not let 'Wu' be caught.

"That's what you used that night?"

"I have to say, it's very easy to use!"

"Don't worry!"

"I'll continue this ability, I'll keep your body, and then, make good use of it."

Marquis K stared at Qin Ran and said word by word.

The darkness around him became restless with such words.

They flow, they rotate.

Then, just like the nesting milk swallows, they rushed towards Marquis K.

Almost instantly, what should have been as dark as gas became like substance, like a thick city wall, blocking Qin Ran.

"Do you really want to kill me at this time?"

"I know, you must want to."

"But how could I not be prepared?"

In the dark, Marquis K sneered at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran shook his head again.

Oh, yes.

Who wouldn't prepare?

You're ready.

I'm ready too.

And...... Prepare more than you!

The Knights of Burning Dawn divided into dozens of squads and rampaged through the cemetery, their spears pointing downward, and clear traces appeared on the ground.

These traces are quickly connected and integrated with the larger traces outside the cemetery.

That's the fields, the rivers, the forests painted on the ground.

They are dull.

They wait for the darkness to pass away.

They call for the dawn.

Qin Ran seemed to hear such a call, and he walked silently.

The soles of the feet leave the deepest strokes on the ground.

The next moment-

Radiant and shining.