Crick yawned lazily, leaned against the railing of the lookout, and looked up at the clouds that drifted across the sky, his face full of boredom.

Today it was his turn to be in charge of the perimeter of the base, and to be honest, it was really a very tedious job, he had to blow the wind on this lookout for a whole day, and he had to keep an eye out for suspicious people approaching here.

Damn it,! How could someone come to a place where such a bird doesn't poop?

This is the depths of the Manopula Tree Sea, and who would make their home in such a desolate place except for the bandits who lurk here to escape the Empire's pursuit?

Moreover, the location of the base is very hidden, and even dangerous species are rarely seen in normal times, and the probability of meeting a person here is about the same as the probability of the sun rising in the west.

Crick thinks that instead of doing this pointless work, it would be much more comfortable to go find a few captive pretty chicks to vent their recent stock, which would be much more comfortable than blowing the wind here.

But then again, I really deserve to be a rich girl, I know at a glance that I have been pampered since childhood, and that temperament and figure are not comparable to the group of prostitutes in the slums.

It's quite a feeling to crush this kind of woman who is usually on top of you, tear up your clothes, play with them at will, and listen to them cry and plead.

Thinking of this, Crick couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, revealing a lustful expression, and looked forward to the entertainment after work tonight.

And at this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in Crick's vision, and the black shadow gradually showed its terrifying posture from far and near, it was a black dragon from the abyss of hell.

“…… Dragon-type dangerous species? ”

Crick's mouth opened wide, not understanding why this advanced dangerous species was here, his expression was a little glazed, and he forgot to react for a moment.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ——!Roar, T

At the moment when Crick was stunned, the black dragon was already in front of him, flapping its steely wings, letting out a terrifying roar, and then opened its mouth, and the atmosphere in the air gathered in a swirling, forming an amazing ball of energy, and then suddenly exploded forward.

"Boom ——!"

Everywhere the shock wave passed, it was crushed into powder like a devastated and decaying stone, the walls of the base and the steel gate were completely destroyed, and the rubble flew in all directions like high-speed spinning bullets, piercing the surrounding towering trees, and even the bandits on several nearby lookouts were affected and killed in this attack.

Crick's luck was that he was a little far from the city gate and didn't die under the first wave of attacks, but that was where his good fortune ended.

After he hissed and shouted the words "enemy attack", a black-clothed swordsman with a ponytail suddenly fell in front of him from the sky like a ghost, and with a sword in his hand, the iron weapon slashed his throat, and blood splattered.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Creek struggled to clutch his throat, a high-pitched moan came out of his mouth, and then the life in his eyes dimmed, and he fell straight to the ground.

At the same time, two other figures also landed not far from this lookout, one was a handsome young man with silver hair and purple eyes, and the other was a delicate girl with a long orange ponytail.

Javier glanced at the bandit base, which had become chaotic, and saw a number of vicious-looking men rushing out with weapons.

Although the discipline is relatively loose, the murderous spirit is genuine, and there will be no shortage of human lives in their hands.

"Kill, don't leave a single living mouth."

He said this in a cold tone, easily deciding the life and death of these people.

"Yes!"

……

The Sand Hell Bandits are not weak, on the contrary, they can kill those elite guards who protect the rich merchants more than once, which shows that they also have considerable strength, even if the Imperial Capital Garrison faces them head-on, the victory or defeat may only be between five and five.

Therefore, in the face of Javier and the others who came to crusade, instead of showing the slightest fear, they looked aggressive, as if they wanted to teach these three people who came to find fault a profound lesson.

This time, however, they chose the wrong opponent.

"Xiao Ke, arm!"

"Wang!"

Under Seleuc's order, Xiao Ke's body suddenly increased several times, and his short forefeet also changed into strong human arms, full of explosive sense of power.

Its original cute puppy form no longer exists, and what appears in front of everyone's eyes at this time is a terrifying and hideous prehistoric monster.

"Smash!"

"Quack——!

Xiao Ke's explosive power in battle was very amazing, it rushed into the enemy's array like a galloping chariot, and its huge arms waved wildly, and in an instant, several bandits who couldn't dodge were hammered into meat patties, and their brains, blood, and internal organs flowed all over the ground, dyeing the ground under their feet scarlet.

"W-What kind of monster is this!? Dangerous species!? ”

"Don't be afraid! Distance yourself and strafe it with bullets! ”

"Deal with that girl first! It's her manipulating this monster! ”

Although the bandits fell into chaos for a while, they immediately calmed down again and efficiently united to organize the battle, apparently experienced in battle.

They used some of them to hold Xiaobi back, and the others rushed towards Seliu in a closed circle, with the idea of killing Seleuc first.

"Dada——!"

However, they were greeted by a ruthless and overwhelming fire, and all the bandits who tried to approach Seleuc were shot into a sieve in the next moment.

I don't know when a silver-gray military heavy machine gun appeared in Sai Leu's hand, this kind of machine gun is specially made by the weapons research and development department of the Southwest Military Region, the pursuit is the ultimate powerful firepower, the power is very terrifying, but the requirements for the user are also very strict, even if you find the entire Southwest Military Region, there are very few suitable people.

After discovering Seleuc's talent for thermal weapons, Havel specially wrote a letter to Andrei, who was stationed in the Southwest Military District, and asked him to send someone to send one of these weapons.

He believed that Elius's talent should be comfortable using the weapon, and that at least for the time being, Seleus was not bad with this military heavy machine gun.

The firepower suppression ability of the military heavy machine gun coupled with the hand-to-hand combat ability of the "hundred-armed giant" is completely enough for Seliu to deal with most of the situations in battle, and even Sailiu does not have to be too scrupulous when shooting.

As long as the core is not smashed, Xiao Ke can regenerate infinitely, and the lethality caused by such an advantage is not a joke, especially in such a large-scale brawl, it is completely a one-sided slaughter!

"Come on! Villains! Justice will triumph! Seleuc's gaze was steadfast and steadfast.

Since that day, she has not hesitated anymore.

She believed in Havier, and Havier's orders were absolutely correct, and the people Javier wanted her to kill were absolutely wicked.

She didn't need to think about it all the time, she just needed to turn into the sharpest sword and keep fighting.

Don't worry about getting lost, because there's always someone in front of her to guide her.

And that person is an existence worthy of her to follow for the rest of her life.

……

Compared with the tragic situation on Saileu's side, Arrowen's battle is much more high-end and atmospheric.

He just walked around the battlefield with ease, his posture like a ghost, looming and unpredictable.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, no one has been able to touch the corners of his clothes.

From time to time, he swung a sword, his posture as easy as a dance, but each sword was fierce, whether it slit his throat or pierced his heart, and each blow inevitably took a life.

Although it is not as efficient as Seleuc, after a while, there are corpses all over his feet.

He stood proudly on this battlefield, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced around, as if death was looking for his prey, and everyone he targeted couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.

Finally, a bandit could no longer bear such fear, he threw down his weapon with a "clang", turned around and ran away with "wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhh

"Can't win! Absolutely not going to win! If you go on like this, you will definitely die! ”

He screamed and ran as fast as he could, as if trying to escape from this terrifying battlefield.

Arrowen sneered and raised his left hand, which was not holding a sword.

A black shadow suddenly flew out of the sleeve of his left hand, catching up with the bandit who had already run dozens of meters away with terrifying speed, and then bit his thigh, tripping him up like a dog gnawing mud.

The full picture of the black shadow was only now fully revealed, it was a flying claw forged from stainless steel, shaped like an eagle's claw, with a total of four toes, three in front and one behind, and at this time it was clutching the thigh of the bandit, and the sharp claws pierced deep into the flesh, making it impossible for him to get rid of.

As mentioned before, Arowen likes to collect some fancy props, and this steel claw is naturally one of his collections.

He has an elaborate mechanism in his sleeve that can be used to fire and retriev claws, and the ropes used to connect them are made of the body hair of the super-dangerous species, and the toughness is so strong that even sharp swords are difficult to cut.

Arowen's left hand lifted upward, and the claws immediately retracted, and the hapless bandit flew into the air with a scream under the tremendous pull.

At the same time, Arowen also jumped up, and at the moment when he staggered with the bandit, he waved his hand into a sweeping attack, cutting him off alive!

Blood gushed out, turning into a red curtain of rain and slowly descending.

Bloody, brutal, yet beautiful.

Arowen stood under the rain curtain, like a Shura from hell.

He licked the remaining blood on the sword with his tongue, and the corners of his mouth hooked a cruel arc, evil and crazy.

"So, who's next?"

Wherever his gaze went, no one dared to look at him.

……

If the battlefield of Seleuc is the ultimate in tragic, and the battlefield of Arowen is the ultimate in gorgeousness, then the battlefield of Javier is the ultimate in violence.

He rampages through the battlefield, but hardly does any defense, because the strongest attack is the most perfect defense!

He was armed with a spear, galloping across the country, fierce as a man-eating beast, and no one could stop him.

Every time he swung his spear, a large group of people were knocked straight away like kites with broken strings.

Shatter internal organs, break bones, and kill and wound.

There are no fancy moves, and all the techniques are developed to make up for the lack of strength.

People with absolute power don't need to do such troublesome things, they only need to exert this terrifying power, which is enough to crush everything in front of them.

At this moment, Havel has become absolutely violent, and he is violence itself.

Javier's figure is not very strong, his muscles are capable, and he will look a little thin when he wears clothes, giving people the impression of more elegant aristocrats than iron-blooded soldiers.

However, he is a true person of natural power, and the strange power hidden in his body can even allow him to tear dangerous seeds with his bare hands.

So far, no one has been able to overwhelm him in strength.

What unleashed Javier's power to the extreme was the weapon in his hand, a bright silver cavalry spear about two meters long, which looked unusually heavy, but seemed as light as nothing in Javier's hands.

The cavalry gun is known for its huge impact, and this weapon in Javier's hand has increased the impact to the extreme.

Ministers, riot vandals.

The spear-type vassal can burst out with more than three times the impact of an ordinary cavalry gun, and it is an out-and-out battlefield meat grinder, but the disadvantage is that it is extremely heavy, and it cannot be used by people who are not born with divine power.

If it weren't for the heavy constraint, the "riot destroyer" would not only be a vassal tool, but could have reached the height of the emperor's tool.

But even so, its performance among the hundred and eight vassal tools is among the best.

This cavalry spear has been following Javier since he joined the army, accompanying him through countless battlefields, even after inheriting the family's inheritance, Javier has never abandoned it.

In Javier's eyes, this cavalry spear has long been a doppelganger of him, an indispensable part of his life.

Javier stood with a gun in his hand, and his body seemed to exude an incomparably powerful magnetic field, which almost overwhelmed the people around him.

The next moment, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he slammed back without looking back, directly bursting the head of a thief who wanted to sneak attack him, and the red and white flesh flew up and down, like splashing ink to paint.

The fierce battle is not over yet.

This journey to hell has just begun.