"Doro-"

"Doro-"

The hurried hooves of the horses trampled on the waterlogged ground, making a muffled sound that was almost like a drum.

The rain was heavy.

The wind in the alley was strong.

The carriage running against the wind has a sense of unreality that time and space have been pulled and distorted and slowed down infinitely in this heavy rain.

"Hey, are you okay?" Graves pulled out a large cigar and lit it with difficulty in the heavy rain.

The alley was not long, the carriage was not slow, and with the force of the coachman's frenzied whipping, the carriage would have slammed into it after ten numbers at most.

But the three men who would definitely be hit head-on were not the slightest different, they looked at the carriage like a mad tiger in silence, their faces illuminated by the dim magic light, and their eyes were calm as if they were watching a play that had nothing to do with themselves.

Even the old coachman, he took out his old cigarette pouch and beat it slowly.

Draven didn't answer Graves' question immediately, but instead turned the two odd axes in his hand faster.

The swift rain roared almost storm-like in the infinite rain.

Metal Storm.

"Do you hear that? It's death knocking at the door! Dravinne whispered in a rare normal tone, but then he began to laugh wildly again.

The big smile matched the terrible metal storm in his hand.

It's a bit like a ghost.

"Brush-pull-" the axe sounded.

"Dolls-" the sound of horses' hooves.

Ten numbers.

"Click-" Old Tom tapped his cigarette pouch hard against the rut.

First time.

"Do-" The horse's hooves stomped a gap in the ground, splashing a man high.

"Click-" the second time.

Draven's wicked face contorted slightly with excitement.

"Click-" the third time.

The third blow was like a trumpet, almost at the moment when the cigarette stick struck the rut.

The odd-shaped axe blade in Draven's hand rushed out of the boundless rain.

"Tear--" The axe, which was almost as fast as it was to the extreme, slashed through the wind and rain with a screeching sound similar to a blade cutting through the skin.

"Five !!" At the same time, Draven's mouth began to let out a countdown roar of excitement.

"Torah—" Another axe flew out of his hand.

At the same time, amazingly, another axe once again flew upside down from the wind and rain.

He caught it steadily. He didn't let the axe linger for even a second before it flew out again.

"Dol-" The sound of horses' hooves was still ringing.

The carriage is still approaching like crazy.

Rain cats and dogs.

In the pouring rain, Draven's shouts became louder and louder: "Four!! ”

"Torn—" The blade flew out and back again.

The terrifying speed of that spinning attack has almost reached the level of parallelism, and from the outside, it seems as if Draven has not handled it. There is a magical force that keeps the two strange axes spinning at high speed in the air.

"Three !!" As the countdown entered the last moment, the carriage was infinitely close to Chen Senran and them.

Even the splash from the horse's stamping on the ground was almost reaching the corners of their clothes.

They still stood still, and they didn't know whether they believed in Draven or were confident that they would never die.

"Two !!" Draven's voice grew higher and higher, and the odd-shaped axe in his hand quickly reached a new height.

The air was almost filled with the hissing sound of axe blades tearing through the air, and the sound of heavy rain had been almost muffled.

"Boom-" The sound of horses' hooves was still ringing unswervingly.

"One !!" Draven roared, even because he was pushing too hard, his voice sounding a little distorted.

One.

The last number.

The final moment of victory and defeat.

The blade of the axe in Draven's hand had turned into a phantom, and the speed could not even be described as fast.

"Torah—"

The roaring sound of metal completely suppressed the other sounds of the entire world.

The sound of a cigarette stick tapping. The sound of horses' hooves, the sound of breathing.

Rain.

The entire world was submerged in the terrifying flying axe.

The whole heavy rain was stretched indefinitely.

Until—

"Click-"

A drop of rain falls.

A drop of rain falls.

"Boom-" A violent explosion suddenly sounded in the air.

There was only one figure left, and even the horse's hooves had been raised, just waiting for the next fallen carriage to explode in midair.

Trace by thread, piece by piece, in front of the last number, it turned into a pile of powder, and continued to spray around. It bloomed like a brilliant firework.

Flesh fireworks.

The rain continued to fall.

Draven caught the two odd blades that flew back from the air, and they finally stopped as if they were tired. Let the rain wash them away.

Surprisingly, there was not a trace of extra contaminated flesh or sawdust on their bodies.

Maybe it's too fast?

"Bang bang—" There was an abrupt applause in the heavy rain.

Graves applauded and muffled in praise with a cigar in his mouth: "Wonderful, wonderful." ”

His cigar was finally lit.

"Of course. Being the best is the daily standard I set for everywhere. Draven replied with great pride, his body was already covered with shards of flesh from the impact, but he didn't seem to care at all, and licked the flesh from the corner of his mouth as if he liked it. Chewing Da Lang laughed, "Oh, don't be jealous of me, but seriously, I hurt when I picked it up." As he spoke, the sound of the two axes spinning sounded in his hand again.

The sound of death.

This time, no one will underestimate these two axes anymore.

"I've lived for decades, and it's the first time I've seen someone kill like this." Old Tom also lit his cigarette pouch and looked happily at the mixture of minced meat and sawdust not far away, "I guess you must have been a pig killer before, right?" ”

"Alright." Chen Senran also finally spoke, "Delevingne, you did a good job, I am very satisfied." ”

Although Chen Senran couldn't see it, just now he could clearly see Delevingne's terrifying axe trajectory, as well as the energy scene of the carriage and the two people being quickly chopped up.

From another point of view, he saw it most thoroughly and shockingly.

This Draven is really a quick knife.

"Get in the car, we have six places to go tonight, so we need to hurry." Chen Senran subconsciously glanced at the sky and whispered to himself, "If it's late, there will be no God to wash our blood." (To be continued......)

PS: First update.

Weak, powerless.