On the roof of the tallest building in the residential area, a huge golden harp hangs in the air. In the dim moonlight, the bone hands covered with eroded pieces of cloth gently plucked the strings, and strange music floated out.

"Smelling the scent of blood, I found the temple of requiem. A ruined scene, ghosts singing debauchery. Black rosemary blooms and vines meander and grow. The soul looks and believes in the blood-colored moonlight. Smelling the scent of blood, I found the temple of requiem......"

The long-haired vampire queen pushed open the dusty window. The shadow of the dead branches shone on her face, pure as a maiden. Her wistful voice sings with the spirits of the dead. Beloved, do you remember what I looked like? On the night of my burial, have you been grieving......"

The song is melancholy and deep, accompanied by a trill of several syllables at the end, which makes people involuntarily feel depressed, wanting to leave this hell on earth and enter the ideal paradise.

"It's a terrible piece of music......"

The tall and thin figure squatting in the corner of the rooftop sighed. The power of this heavenly harp is almost as powerful as a small nuclear bomb. If it weren't for the strength of the town guard, which could block the magic energy in the sound waves, I am afraid that he would also fall into a dream of endless sorrow, looking for eternal relief.

"Don't talk, someone seems to be coming over there." The middle-aged woman said.

The tall and thin figure quickly turned around and followed his companion's instructions, the inky darkness swaying slightly. Soon he caught a shadow of a human figure. With the help of the cover of the shack, the other party approached this side at a very fast speed.

I saw that he looked contemptuous, snorted coldly, stretched out his arm and took out an oversized sniper rifle from the void. The sniper rifle was twice as tall as himself, like a three-year-old with a rifle. Kick the gun carriage open, set it up on the rooftop, pull the bolt and reload, and aim at the target.

In town-level battles, thermal weapons are still one of the main means of attack.

The texture of the barrel of the gun gradually lit up, and the bullets in the chamber became crystal clear, and the blue light overflowed the muzzle.

"Little girl, don't run too fast."

After a brief recharge, the sniper pulled the trigger, and with the dull sound of gunfire, Lan Yingying's bullet came out of his chamber.

In the next moment, a decorating blue light erupted in the distance. The black old monster in a hurry crashes into a bullet head-on. The moment the warhead hit the psionic armor, it shattered into countless tiny black particles. These particles absorb energy in the friction, become red and clear, and finally explode.

The blue mang erupted, and the black old monster was blasted out of the air, knocking down two shacks in a row before stopping.

"Demon hunting, black titanium bullet."

In the ruins of the shack, the black old monster rolled over and hid in the darkness while alerting his companions behind him.

The attack was fended off, and Zhu Zexi, who was on the rooftop, was not surprised, pulled the bolt and ejected the smoking cartridge casing, and reloaded a black titanium bullet. In this level of battle, thermal weapons cannot deal lethal damage to strong players with psionic armor, and their main purpose is not to kill, but to consume the opponent's psionic energy.

He used the "Demon Hunter" sniper gun produced by Red Earth Heavy Industries, with a barrel length of 2.9 meters, a total length of 4.7 meters, and a 25-mm sniper projectile. Due to its excessive power, it is a controlled firearm and can only be purchased by the top officials of the Principality.

"Old fellow, if you can't do it, go back, don't be reckless!"

The old partner's concerned voice came from the walkie-talkie, and the black old monster replied, "I'm fine", and without waiting for Qin Gui to speak, he said, "Chen Xiaoyou, it's over!" ”

"Roger!"

Chen Xingyi, who was hiding in the rear, turned into three, took out three sniper rifles respectively, and aimed in the direction of shooting the black monster.

For the next few seconds, the two sides were at a stalemate, both looking for each other.

The black old monster bent on his waist and gradually approached the buildings in the residential area under the cover of the shack.

Quietly, a white shadow appeared behind him. Two narrow vertical pupils stared at his back, scarlet letters spurting.

"Look where you're hiding!"

Zhu Zexi let out a low shout, pulled the trigger, and blasted the attacker hiding behind the shack into the air.

At this time, Chen Xing locked onto the position of the tall and thin man through the firelight, and the three sniper rifles fired at the same time. The latter was also immersed in the joy of hitting the target, and three black titanium bullets came one after the other, hitting at the same time.

The expected picture did not appear, and the bullet was blocked by the invisible position of the tall and thin man a few meters away, and exploded into three blue balls.

"Spherical psionic shield, covering a radius of five meters!"

Seeing Yuecanglia put down the binoculars and reported the situation to Chen Xing next to her.

On the rooftop, the middle-aged woman's hands shone brightly, and the gap opened by the bullet slowly closed like liquid.

"He's got a clone!" The woman reminded.

"Think he's the only one who will?" Zhu Zexi sneered, his body trembled at a high frequency, like layers of shadows, and then with a bang, a figure appeared on the left and right.

The three of them are known as the "Iron Triangle Combination" in the Principality of Silverclaw, Ruth has a fake Heavenly Harp, can do a lot of damage, and is good at using psionic shields to protect teammates, Zhu Zexi is a precision shooter like Chen Xing, the Imperial Spirit can detect and assassinate, and Wu Hai is a powerful assaulter. The three of them are combined, they can attack from afar, they can defend from afar, and they can adapt to any situation, which is why Wei Haitang sent them to assassinate Chen Xing.

The situation in the long-range battle became three against three, Chen Xing had the advantage of terrain, Zhu Zexi had the protective shield of his teammates, and the shooting level of the two was about the same, and neither side took advantage.

After a few rounds, the Krait Spirit crept around behind his opponent, twisting his slender body and approaching his target little by little.

As it approached, it raised its triangular head, arched its snake body, and was about to attack, when suddenly an iron boot fell from the sky.

"Smack!"

With a crisp bone cracking sound, the seven inches of the snake were trampled into the earth. The heel of the Iron Boots was very high, more than ten centimeters on the eye.

Looking up, the lace-trimmed skirt floats slightly, revealing the pantyhose with the belt buttoned. Then there was a flash of cold light, and a knife came down from above, nailing it to the ground.

"Thank you." Chen Xing said without looking back.

"Protecting the master is Canglian's mission." The shadow behind him bowed slightly.

At the same time, Zhu Zexi on the rooftop had a pain in his head, grabbed his hair, and shouted with tears in his eyes, "Withdraw!" ”

The white-ringed snake spirit let out an unwilling roar, and the snake body under the high-heeled iron boots turned into wisps of white mist, flew several meters away and regrouped into a snake shape, and quickly slipped away against the ground.

If the embodied spirit is killed, the spirit engraved with the imprint of life will also dissipate. Previously, Elder Ralph of the Red Dragon Principality's mechanical spirits Angamaso and Agamaso were destroyed by the mayor and could no longer be used.

However, some spirits are very difficult to kill, as they have various escape skills. For example, the white-ringed snake spirit in front of him, although it is fragile, can turn into white mist and escape when it is damaged, and it is difficult to completely destroy it.

On the rooftop, a tall figure stood on the edge, his hands on his chest, condescendingly watching the rapidly approaching figure below.

The man was dressed in a black robe, his body was withered, and one sleeve robe was empty, floating backwards with the rapid running airflow.

"Dare to come with one hand, look for death!"

In the midst of the questioning, the muscles of the strong man's arms bulged, and the hair on his square face was angry, like a male lion despised by a hyena.