In the entire transit area, both the fighters of the military zone and the civilians watching here quietly watched the tall figures near or far away, and the words "Recapture the Tiangong" were like a hammer hitting their hearts.

Although most people don't understand the meaning of this sentence, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that their current life is bad enough, if these rebels win, maybe they can make their lives a little better, of course, they don't think that the rebels can overthrow the skeleton that has ruled the Tiangong for more than 300 years.

But what if......

"Boom—"

Just as everyone's attention was attracted by the rebel squad in the middle, a series of explosions came from the other side of the transit area, and the mountain ghosts and Batu were looking for prestige next to the hotel on the outskirts of the transit area.

"Looking at the battle, it should be Melissa," the mountain ghost said in a deep voice, "Can't help but do it?"

"That girl's temper must be her," Batu laughed.

"Get the brothers ready!" The mountain ghost turned his head sideways and said to his brother behind him.

"At this time, we should let the people of the Skull and Bones Club know that this last battle of our revolutionary army will not be as small as before!" Batu took a deep breath and looked into the distance where Melissa was.

At this time, Melissa was standing on the roof of a building, the explosions around her were continuous, and thick smoke was billowing everywhere, she was wearing a dark red coat, and four of her subordinates stood indifferently behind her.

Melissa looked deeply at the location of the Red Dust Warrior Queens in the distance, although she was a little far away, but she looked at each other from a distance as if she was also beside the Red Dust Warrior Queens.

"Your Excellency, I will not spare anyone who hurts you," Melissa muttered, "perhaps this will be the last battle of the Revolutionary Army!" ”

"Commander, our men are in place," a man with a scar on his face whispered behind Melissa.

"Let's start" After speaking, the four subordinates behind him took a deep look at Melissa's back in front of them, nodded firmly, and walked back.

"Boom—" Another loud bang was heard.

The corners of Melissa's mouth curled slightly, she knew that it was Batu and the mountain ghosts who started to do something, and the location of the explosion was not far from the central area, so she must have made a lot of determination.

Liverpool and the others, who were located in the central area, looked at the two explosions in the distance and in the near distance, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"What a bunch of amazing guys," Jacob muttered.

"What's the use of talking about this now," Ikeda Taro glanced at Jacob beside him, and turned to Liverpool, "Lord Deacon, or I'll send some of my men to suppress the rebels."

Taro Ikeda's ground service corps is different from Si Xinghe's air service corps, the air crew corps mainly relies on interstellar fighters and some flying machines, without these things, it is like a quadriplegic tiger, just surviving for a while.

Although the ground service corps cannot use interstellar weapons such as mechas, it is at least a formation, although it is not as good as the garrison corps directly led by Liverpool, but it is also a military force that should not be underestimated.

"It's really hard to die," Liverpool waved his hand, and after receiving instructions, Ikeda Taro immediately assigned a clean-up mission to his subordinates behind him.

Neither the sound of explosions nor gunfire in the distance or near could arouse Liverpool's calm heart, only the capable people of these special service teams in front of him deserved his attention, especially the man named Fang Mobei who was the leader.

Just as he was looking at Fang Mobei, Fang Mobei also happened to look at him, Liverpool did not see the enthusiasm or impulse that a young man should have in the eyes of this young man, but a kind of coldness

Cold indifference, this disregard is not a disregard for the enemy, but a disregard for all obstacles that stand in front of him, there is only one goal in his eyes, everything between the goal and the starting point, does not matter.

Maybe it's because Lucifer and Raphael don't want to have a stalemate anymore, when Fang Mobei slashes at them, they have already left, Lucifer and Raphael are both B-level physical magicians, and their targets are of course Fang Mobei and Sheila, who are also B-level physical magicians.

The 11 capable people on Lucifer's side and the 13 capable people of the special service team on Fang Mobei's side, although they were inferior in numbers, they had no choice.

Gu Yiyi and Mina did not participate in the battle with the opponent's ability, they took the Black Dragon and the Red Dust Battle Ji and others to jump towards the high platform where Liverpool was.

Everyone in the military area focused on the body of the special service team, as for the others, it was not so dazzling, when this group of people rushed towards the high platform, the soldiers in the first row of defense line fired a few shots in a panic and were suddenly hit in the face by Gu Yiyi, Mina, and Heilong.

These ordinary soldiers were no match for the capable at such close range, and under the easy and entertaining attack of the three of them, the defense line of the first platoon immediately collapsed.

The soldiers on the left and right sides of the first row of defense lines were the first to react and shoot at Gu Yiyi, but Gu Yiyi and Mina were both wearing mechas, and ordinary bullets could not cause any harm.

Before these soldiers could react, Hongchen Zhanji followed with Fang Weis, Alice and others, and the work of collecting people was familiar to Fang Weis.

"Not to mention, the submachine gun bought in the hands of Comrade Emeifeng of Si Xinghe is really good," Nick said as he hid behind a bunker and looked at the submachine gun in his hand.

Seeing that no one answered, Nick looked to the side, only to see Fang Weisi grinning and dancing with his assault rifle to strafe the second-row defense line opposite, and from time to time a profanity or two came out of his mouth: "Kill you turtle grandson!" ”

"Hey, what a hatred you have!" Nick glanced at the soldiers on the second row of defense in the distance, all of them hiding their heads from Fang Weis's bullets, and they didn't dare to lift their heads.

"It's all money, don't be so civilized and arrogant!" Fang Weisi said loudly, every word was so reasonable.

"I'll go, you've really got it all to the end, wonderful!" Nick rolled his eyes and ignored Fang Weis's crooked reasoning, got up and jumped forward, there were a few capable people in front of him, and these people with good marksmanship were not at ease with their knives.

On the other hand, although the battle on Fang Mobei's side is not easy, in the face of these capable people who have formed a group temporarily, the special service team naturally has the upper hand, but for those who are also capable, in the battle of the same level, the difference between victory and defeat can not be separated by one move.

After Fang Mobei's alloy war knife resisted Lucifer's two-handed knife, his waist turned and his left whip leg swept towards Lucifer's waist and abdomen, and Lucifer, who was in a hurry, finally stabilized his body and knew that he couldn't dodge, so he used his right shoulder to resist Fang Mobei's whip leg.

With a muffled bang, Lucifer staggered two steps back and retreated, from the battle just now, he knew that Fang Mobei's actual combat experience was far beyond his comparison.

"You're still a psychic?" Lucifer frowned and looked at Fang Mobei, the tingling and numbness sensation coming from his right shoulder made him extremely uncomfortable, in the fight just now, he could obviously feel that his expression would appear in a trance at every critical moment.

This was obviously a psychic attack, and although he had been in contact with one or two psychic powers, it was the first time that a situation like this had happened, and it was the information he had obtained from the previous literature records.

"The current B-level physical sorcerers are not as strong as we were back then," Fang Mobei said after moving his arm, "The ability is it."

You should join the camp of the able, and it won't end well to follow the Skull and Bones Society."

"Then you might as well join the Skull and Bones Society, and with your strength, you will definitely ...... in the Skull and Bones Society."

"Do you know what a mouth cannon is?" Fang Mobei asked.

"You know, you were the one who shot first"

"......" Fang Mobei was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I'm at most persuading you to be good."

"Huh"

"Fang Mobei, when is it, why are you still talking!" After Sheila punched Raphael away, she turned her head to look at Fang Mobei and shouted.

Fang Mobei: Σ(っ°Д°; )っ

Lucifer took advantage of Fang Mobei's distraction, jumped up, and struck the top of his knee towards Fang Mobei's waist and abdomen.

How could Fang Mobei not know Lucifer's plan, he flashed to the left with one foot, and smashed his elbow towards Lucifer's face door, Fang Mobei deliberately exposed a flaw just now to attract Lucifer to attack, and after he was prepared, he dodged Lucifer's knee punch, and his elbow instantly stuck to Lucifer's face door.

Lucifer, who had a broken nose bone, endured the pain and tears in the corners of his eyes, and quickly retreated, but Fang Mobei did not give Lucifer time to adjust, and quickly hit Lucifer with his fists, although every blow was blocked by Lucifer.

But the continuous attacks made Lucifer stumble for a while, and every now and then a punch hit him in the shoulder or chest, and he knew that this time was not to be taken lightly, even if the severe pain was close to the limit of what he could bear.

But as long as he relaxes a little, Fang Mobei will seize the gap and strike a fatal blow, although Lucifer has usually fought with Raphael, but how can he make a fatal move like now.

Sometimes people's state or emotions are like a balloon, when it blows bigger and bigger, the balloon may burst at some point, and now Lucifer is like a balloon, and the punches and kicks from Fang Mobei are like constantly blowing up the balloon again.

It stands to reason that the side that takes the initiative to attack consumes a little more physical strength, but Fang Mobei is like a perpetual motion machine, pouring on Lucifer as if he is not tired.

This scene lasted for two minutes, and in one hundred and eighty seconds, Fang Mobei threw hundreds of punches and hundreds of kicks, and the skeleton leaders on the high platform were shocked, with such a high-intensity blow, Lucifer was like a sandbag and had no power to fight back.

In the end, Lucifer did not fall, Fang Mobei stopped his attack, the muscles of his hands trembled and drooped naturally, and then shook naturally.

"Yes, I'm tired from fighting" Fang Mobei gasped, don't look at the battle for only two minutes, but under this high-intensity consumption, Fang Mobei was also a little unbearable.

"......" Lucifer still maintained the action of protecting his head and defending himself, standing upright in front of Fang Mobei, his whole body trembling.

Onigiri reads a book

"Don't call Lucifer, change your name to Tumbler," Fang Mobei exclaimed.

Lucifer's hands still didn't let go, the severe pain in his whole body made him dare not move, as if his arms were not his own, and there was no longer the slightest will to fight in his eyes, only a look of unbelievable fear.

Finally...... Is it over?

So I won...... Lucifer only felt that his eyes were black and he lost consciousness.

Just as Fang Mobei was about to step forward to continue the attack, he saw that Lucifer's legs in front of him were weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes were closed, and he was obviously unconscious.

"It seems that what Yiyi said is right, in the same level of battle, only when the opponent is the weakest, he can only use his mental power to achieve a single blow!" Fang Mobei looked at Lucifer on the ground and muttered.

"There is no one who uses mental power to make up for the knife"