Chapter 28 Kill

Latour clenched the Imperial Type II longsword in his hand, and raised the sword to the height of his face, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the huge tiger-shaped demonic beast with a snake tail in front of him. As he made this movement, a white light that only he could see flickered in his hands, and the long sword, which was still shaking slightly, suddenly became as silent as a stone.

He knew that this was the effect of the [Bull's] counterattack after the successful launch of the [Bull] frame.

However, although the effect is good, this move [bull] frame style is not uncommon.

Rather, it's just one of the four basic frames in the realm of the dead, and even the name is simply because when using this frame, the sword looks like a bull with two horns, and it's just a very ordinary military martial art compared to other frames with different effects.

But he just likes the unremarkable style.

He remembered that on his fifth expedition, he had been lucky enough to kill a cadet knight and gain enough merit to be able to perform one of the four basic hutz styles. At that time, under the practice of the old instructor, he liked this trick at first sight, which can quickly switch from defense to assault, and without saying much, he immediately exchanged it.

And [Bull] did not disappoint him, supporting him with ordinary and tenacious strength, bringing him victory again and again, and also surprising him again and again.

He believes it will be the same this time.

At this moment, Leohard, who was pulling with the plesio-tailed tiger beast, scolded loudly: "Latour, what are you waiting for, get its attention away!" ”

In the face of Leohard's scolding, Latour's eyes revealed hidden disgust, and his pale lips were closed, without the slightest intention of responding.

The next moment, he rushed forward without moving, his movements were not strange, steady and ordinary, it was a textbook-like standard start, and it was the steadiness of the heavy sword without a blade.

The long sword in his hand stabbed out like thunder, and under the dim gray-blue light, the pitch-black sword body did not bring cold light, leaving only a piercing sound of breaking the air.

The voice, as if declaring the power of this sword.

After the sword was released, the three besieging people fell into an eerie silence, and as the sound of breaking the air went from far to near, the plesio-tailed tiger monster with its back to Latour finally felt that it was the throbbing of death, that was the breath that oppressed its heart.

It felt death, it felt death in the air.

He didn't follow Leohard's instructions, and it was clear that Latour's sword had no intention of inducing the beast at all. He was really annoyed by this "master" of the [Crescent Coffin], arrogant, empty-eyed, abusive, this person almost didn't treat others as human beings, although in fact, this person's strength was indeed stronger than all of them, but this didn't mean that he could treat others like this.

Maybe he really thought that the rank in the game would give him that kind of power?

Expressionlessly brushed against the demonic beast, the imperial type two standard long sword in Latu's hand flashed away, gently slashing the demonic beast's waist, but strangely, the wound only had a small amount of blood oozing out, such a small wound, not to mention fatal, would not even affect the action.

This made Leohard's face sink a little more, and it also made the hearts of several team members who were working hard to pull with the monster feel cold - the energy of the soul searchlight was about to be exhausted, but the attention of the monster was not diverted, and they couldn't replenish their energy at all.

In sheer darkness, no one will be an opponent of this monster.

However, before the gloomy Leohard could open his mouth to scold, he stood in place, and the demonic beast that seemed to be eyeing them suddenly wailed, and the warm bright red liquid sprayed out violently, splashing on the trunk and weeds, and piles of unknown internal organs and intestines fell from the wound on his waist, savagely staining the earth with a crimson color.

Unable to restrain his footsteps due to the exhaustion of his body, Latour stomped on the ground violently, and finally stood with his sword before crashing into the grass. He calmly turned his head to look behind him, stared at the rain of blood in the sky, and silently recited a word in his heart.

[Wheel].

The long sword swept up diagonally from below, with large movements but fierce strength, which complemented the [Bull], and was also named because of the trajectory like a wheel, which was just one of the ordinary army martial arts.

At the same time, the soul searchlight, which had exhausted its energy, was finally extinguished, and the surroundings returned to darkness, except for the faint moonlight peeping through the cracks in the leaves. But at this moment, back in the environment where you can't see your fingers, a few people in the sea of trees are not worried.

Just because of being so seriously injured, no matter how difficult this demonic beast is in the dark, it can't turn up any big waves.

The winner is decided.

However, at the moment when this thought just came to Latour's mind, a cold and hard object suddenly slammed into the back of his waist and kidneys, and he watched in astonishment as his original sixty percent of his vitality suddenly fell down, and nearly half of it disappeared in an instant!

At the same time, he reacted when his body was exhausted, and a large, equally cold hand blocked his mouth. The whole set of movements was coherent and powerful, and the attacks were accurate, swift, and sudden, leaving no room for him, and he didn't even have time to call out before he felt his head spin strangely.

It's an enemy attack......

It's just that he can't move anymore, and the picture in front of him gradually returns to darkness from the edges, and all that remains is the red alert in the center that represents a fatal blow.

Then, when his vitality was zero, he only felt that his eyes were dark, and he could no longer remind his companions-

Gently putting down the corpse with the broken neck in his hand, the prompt sound of the system suddenly came into Su Cheng's mind.

"You killed Private Latuster, you gained 20 Battle Merits, you obtained the equipment [Special Combat Boots] on the opponent's body, and you obtained the [Soul Searchlight] in the opponent's backpack."

"You've spotted a group of nocturnal fighting troops in the realm of the dead, who seem to have hidden secrets, and as a member of the Orthodox Cross Diocese, you can stop them, or stay away...... However, the undead who are always in cahoots with the ground spider wolf Bèi may bring you new clues. ”

"The mission [Eternal Darkness] discovers new clues, and there are still 91% left before the next stage."

A lot of information poured into Sioux City's mind, but he wasn't excited or overjoyed, he just took his breath and slowly walked towards the next player in the realm of the dead closest to him.

In his head, a three-dimensional map of memory and distance feeds him with information, making him walk in the darkness as if he were in the light.

Eleven steps in front of the left, the weapon is a saber, and he was attacked twice by the monster, and his blood volume was only less than forty percent.

Walking slowly, about four steps away from the other party, Su Cheng could already faintly see a vague back with the faint moonlight. Probably recharging the tool that could illuminate the sea of trees, the other man was crouching down and at the same time said to Latust, who was already dead in the rear, "Latour, good, but I think you should teach Karman how to use the sword, you know, he always forgets how to hold it." ”

Probably, in this person's opinion, the Demon Beast was heavily damaged, and as long as a few of them were recharged, there would be no suspense in the battle.

But in Su Cheng's opinion, the man's tense spirit had obviously relaxed, and he didn't realize that in the darkness, someone was gradually approaching behind him.

Three-step, two-step, one-step......

His eyes were fixed on the other party's back, and without the slightest hesitation, Su Cheng swung a straight punch with a fierce look.

Maybe it was the sound of breaking the air, or maybe it was the fact that Latust didn't answer, and the enemy who was crouching down to recharge seemed to realize something, and hurriedly held the saber and wanted to turn around.

However, it was too late.

The words that came out of his mouth were still stuck in his throat, and before he could say it, Su Cheng's silver right fist reflecting the moonlight had already slammed into the spine below his neck.

This was followed by a muffled pop and the creepy sound of bones shattering. At the same time, the already small amount of vitality on his head obviously couldn't withstand a fatal attack that hit the point, but in an instant, it was directly zero.

"You killed Private Offmadden, you gained twenty Battle Merits, you obtained the equipment [Special Tactical Vest] on the opponent's body, and you obtained the [Body Supplement] in the opponent's backpack."

Feeling no guilt for his sneak attack, Sioux City understands that in the realm of the undead and the Crucifixion, there is only victory and defeat, and there is never right or wrong.

And after he targeted their group, only one of them could survive in the end.

Maybe it's him, or maybe it's the other party.

But in any case, there is only one side.