"Today we have won 49 games in a row against the night striker...... Our new fighter, Sparta! I don't know if today is the title of the newcomer terminator of the night blade is still the same, or the Spartans are as their name suggests, cutting off the record, let's witness it together! ”

"Game on!"

Nather slowly pulled out the ring knife behind his waist, and the gray blade looked quite terrible in the light of the searchlight.

"You're not attacking?" Nasser asked, "If you don't attack, I'll do it first." Nather said, tentatively attacking.

Since it is a temptation, then it is a simple chop.

Nightblade set up his fire axe and blocked Nather's knife.

"He's ...... Shake? Naser thought to herself.

"Brother Sparta seems to be a strong man." Ye Feng smiled slowly, this capable-looking man looked like he had been injured a lot, and the axe in his hand was a little unsteady.

"How so?" Naser deliberately lowered his voice and asked, once again tentatively initiating a progressive slash.

"I've killed a lot of people no matter what I say, but I don't have that kind of killing breath on my body......" Ye Feng still said, his steps were unsteady, and even Nase's knife was caught with his shoulder.

Naser didn't speak, and the crowd in the stands had already begun to make a noise, and he didn't bother to argue with these people.

"However, the killing aura on your body, Sparta, is indeed incomparably powerful, and I really admire it."

"I've been looking for this kind of power, but it's a pity." Ye Feng said, his facial expression twitching slightly.

"Are you alright?" Nather asked, Spartan rule, that if the opponent was not physically injured, the gladiator should stop attacking.

"I have a younger sister," Yefeng raised his chin as he looked up into the stands, "I, as an older brother, should protect her, but I'm so stupid, how can a living person compare to a zombie." ”

"Are you infected?" Nather said vigilantly.

"Yes, in the transformation zone, I was stupid enough to fight zombies for power," Ye Feng said, his face was a little blue, and the corners of his mouth were a little foaming, "That kind of thing doesn't have a gun, how can it be beaten, I'm dying, take care of my sister for me,"

"My entire net worth is bet on you, it's yours, please take care of her for me, just be a ......"

"I don't have to explain." Nashur said, "I'll take care of her for you." ”

"So, please Sparta, kill me." Nightfront had begun to slurre.

"Please, let me go......"

"May Protos forgive your sins." Before Nashur could finish speaking, Eros in the stands behind him could no longer tolerate Nasser's chatter.

The reason she gave her mask to Nather was simple.

Nasser wore her mask, partly to help him hide his identity, and partly to do something for him.

There were too many people that Nashar had killed, which made her very worried, so when Nashar was killing with her mask on her face, the sins of killing people, even if it were hers, then it would not be counted on Naser's head.

After all...... No matter how much sin she is contaminated, it doesn't matter, after all, she "died" as a Knight of the Apocalypse, unlike his dragonborn.

The "death" of the Apocalypse Knight is the embodiment of death, but the Dragonborn is more of an incarnation of heroes.

That's the difference.

Naser watched his body cleanly slash the throat of the night blade in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If he was infected, would he be able to make such a choice?

Rhona must be sad, right? She is already her only relative.

Why would someone make such a thing as a zombie virus, which has separated many wives and ruined families.

Why?

Na Se's eyes were a little colder, and he stabbed him with another backhand, stabbing the zombie who was twitching wildly on the ground through the # skull, allowing him to be freed.

Recalling what Ye Feng said just now, yes, there is a sentence that is right.

Guns, still very important, he gave Colt Western Watch to Hermes, but he ended up messing up a little easier than himself.

For example, with a gun, you can almost walk sideways in front of ordinary survivors.

Naser thought as he walked out, not wanting to, and something unexpected happened.

Seven or eight guys with pistols swarmed up.

"I'm sorry, we're challengers."

Challenger?

I believe you're a ghost! You're a bad old man, you're bad!

The knife in Nather's hand was about to be unsheathed again, when a dark green flame shone.

"Eros, stop!" Before Nathor could utter a voice, Eros was already in front of him.

With just a virtual press, he directly pressed it to the ground, "Click! ”

The sound of the blade piercing through the flesh and smashing the floor was very distinct.

The short black dagger pierced the man's arm and pinned him to the ground.

The other end of the black dagger was connected to a long and narrow black chain, and Eros, who was originally bowing, suddenly bounced up, and the chain extended infinitely, and the white little hand that was like a jade artifact without any blood was wrapped around the neck of another person and tightened tightly.

Holding the chain in his left hand and a scythe in his right hand, a ruler-long gorgeous scythe appeared, and before even Naser was relieved by the change in breath brought by the appearance of the scythe, it had been accurately inserted into the calf of the other person, and the chain instantly extended, connecting it with the other two.

It was too late, it was too soon, and the chain trembled slightly on Eros's hand, and the other end had already shaken off the momentum, and the three of them were thrown against the wall together.

Eros did not give up, and grabbed his backhand again, and there was an extra black spear in his hand, which was clearly a long sword that stretched the handle to a full length.

The pole spear, Nather is all too familiar, it is the weapon of his second brother Ares, offensive and defensive, and it is the pole spear that makes him obsessed with the spear and learn the trident.

But Eros danced it, and it made him feel ...... Something is going to happen!

When the three of them were put down by Eros just now, Natha didn't even have a chance to assist, and it was extremely difficult to just see Eros's movements.

How can you stop him now!

"Eros, stay ......" Nather choked in his throat before he could say it.

Eros simply glanced back at him, sending chills down his sleeve.

That look from Eros!

Aloof!

Persistent!

Stubborn!

"Let me do it!" There seemed to be these four words in his eyes.

This déjà vu.

It was as if Eros had slain Nathitha.

Fierce killing intent!

I forced Naser to hold back the second half of the sentence.

The pole spear shook off a wheel and knocked several bullets into the air, and Eros was in front of a man in an instant.

The shaft of the pole gun shook off an S-shape, knocking the man to the ground on the spot, and knocking him unconscious with a hard bang.

Less than a second!

And two more!

Eros grabbed the tip of the gun, then inserted the tip of the gun into the calf of one person, held the barrel of the gun with his left hand, and controlled the handle of the gun with his right hand, and successively pumped it into the wrist, lower abdomen, and back of the neck of the other person.

The left hand was released, and with a sharp elbow blow backwards, the man behind him who was still restless after being pierced in the calf was knocked to his knees, and the elbow quickly slammed into the ground.

Neat.

Eros recovered all his weapons with a blank face, walked over to Nather, and looked at him.

"Elos......" Nather was about to say something, but Eros glanced at the crowd gathered on the other side of the stairs and silently stretched out his hand.

The small hand went around Na Se's arm with the arm guard, and the white and tender fingers carved by mutton fat jade seemed to be afraid of something, and carefully pressed Na Se's fingers away, and the slender fingers slowly held together, and the whole hand clasped Na Se's hand, and the ten fingers were interlocked, as if only Na Se's performance was missing.

Naser was stunned for a moment, and Eros, who was beside him, calmly brushed the scattered green silk, but the panic and shyness were indeed unable to contain it at all.

But the firmness in his eyes is unquestionable.

A smile spread across Natha's mask, and his fingers slowly closed, wrapping Eros's small white hand in the palm of his hand.

Eros showed a hint of surprise and stole a glance at Nather, who was wearing a mask, and although he couldn't see his expression, the strength of his grip on her palm was not perfunctory.

"How long has it been...... Naser sighed in his heart.

Finally waiting for this moment.

Nashar didn't think so.

He had something to ask Eros.

But that's another story.