Accurate judgment, keen observation, agile skills, strong psychological quality, superb power control ability, rich combat experience...... Only by fusing these skills into a furnace can you block this series of attacks smoothly and perfectly.

Freya couldn't do that, because she preferred to drown out her enemies with a flood of flashing light movies than that.

It is impossible for a veteran to do it, because he is not a half-blood, his action is up to standard, and his destructive power is insufficient.

Tang Lin held the ground with one hand, his body was still sliding backwards, and the electric rays of the soles of his feet washed everything on the trajectory of movement.

The 3 S-series clones didn't let out a miserable snort or roar, they were biological weapons with no sense of pain or personality, no ego, no fear, no slackness, no betrayal, similar to biological robots.

Of course, the destruction of the scorpion tail will inevitably affect their mobility, and they will be stunned for a short time.

When Tang Lin was about to give them the final blow, he suddenly caught a glimpse of one of the clones not far behind, and Turamon, who was originally surprised by Zanggowell's death, fell into a state of distraction, and took out a pistol out of nowhere and aimed it at Elena's vest.

He frowned slightly, the lightning burst out from his feet, and his body turned into a shock, his left hand sucked a bullet from the ground, and with a flick of his right hand, the light meandered into a power grid in the palm of his hand.

Just when he was about to repeat his old trick and send His Royal Highness the Prince, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, on the road, the power grid in his palm was like a silk veil blown by the wind, oscillating in a certain direction, the electric potential was disordered, and the magnetic field was unbalanced.

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet was not hindered in any way, spraying out from the chamber of the gun, through the aisle where the red flakes were flying, through Tang Lin's vision, and shooting straight towards the back of Elena's heart.

Tramon hated the Tang side, but he knew it very well. Mr. J can't fight anyone, and it is even more impossible to win with his millet plus rifle, but he needs to find a target that can vent his emotions, so that Tang Fang can also taste the loss of a loved one.

He can't kill Tang Lin either, but he can kill the powerless Elena, who is Tang Fang's fiancée. It was also one of the main culprits responsible for Zanggowell's death, so it was a good target for venting hatred and anger.

He wanted her to die, just as ZanggoWill died in front of him, and he wanted her to die before Don. Only in this way can it be fair.

Mr. J was equally angry, with hatred and unwillingness burning in his chest.

He found that he couldn't kill Tang Fang either, and it was difficult to break through the defense line formed by the two giant beasts, and he saw the battle situation in the north of the square and saw Elena's figure. He had the same thoughts as Tramon.

He wants Tang Fang to taste the pain of losing his loved one and spend the rest of his life in remorse and self-blame.

It was his revenge, for Hymn Will, for himself, and for God.

The Tang side must pay the price for what it did when it came to the United Kingdom of Turanks.

So he made a false shot, relying on his speed advantage to bully the northern war group, just as Tang Lin solved those attacks and wanted to kill Tramon.

The electrical energy gathered in the right arm of the Ipsi Dragons could not harm Tang Fang. However, it can interfere with Tang Lin's play and destroy the artificially constructed magnetic field.

The gun went off. The bullet came out of the chamber and was not stopped by any external force, and shot straight at Elena's back.

When Tang Lin saw this scene, the light in his pupils was great.

Tang Fang also saw this scene, his face instantly changed from calm to cold, and the temperature of the entire square dropped by a cut.

Such a distance. It is never possible for a system unit to be faster than a bullet. Or the space-time fold of the mothership's core can slow down the shooting process, but it will take some time from the system space to the real universe, and it will definitely not be faster than the warhead.

Tang Lin was entangled by Mr. J flying at a low altitude, and it was difficult for him to exert his ability.

As if waiting for Elena's. There is only one ending: being shot and killed.

The whistling of the wind weakened a little, and the red cloth that fell in one after another became more and more vivid in the sunlight, like coagulated blood, not crystalline, and a little dull.

The sharp warhead flew all the way, piercing through the curtain of dust, drilling through the flesh, splashing countless bright reds, converging into a column of blood, sprinkled on the shattered red carpet, and painted a patch.

The second bullet followed, followed by a third...... Vivid red spreads on the ground, spreads through clothing, and squeezes life out of the body.

Click......

The sound of a firing pin hitting a cavity sounded.

Tramon emptied the magazine.

Tang Lin finally forced Mr. J back and landed on the broken red carpet...... It's just that it was too late, and he couldn't intercept those bullets.

A figure fell behind him, barely 1 meter from the shield, blood spilling beneath him, snaking down the cracked stones.

At this moment, no one spoke, it was like a silent movie, with shining gunfire and bright pools of blood, but there was no sound of the cry of the wind, the gasping of people, the flying of clothes, only silence.

"People are getting old...... Really...... It's useless...... Second brother, you see...... The sky is still so blue, no different from when I was a child, but there are many people...... A lot of things, it became ...... No...... One...... Shape...... Finish. ”

"No, you haven't changed, you're still the same as when you were a child, so willful."

"Yes...... Really...... I don't want to grow up. ”

"When I was a child, I longed for the world of adults the most, but when I really grew up, I always missed the bright times, and people are really a very contradictory creature."

Henrietta and Melore, one standing in the circle, the other lying outside the circle, the other looking at the bright pool of blood underground, and the other looking at the blue sky overhead.

Melore's voice was choppy, but her eyes were serene, as if she had seen something nostalgic.

Yes, he saved Elena's life, but paid for it with his own life.

If he had been younger, he could have dodged those bullets very easily, but now he has this result. In fact, he didn't think of using this bloody way to stage a heroic scene to save beauty, Elena is Tang Fang's beauty, not his beauty, there is no need at all, and there is no obligation to do that. He just subconsciously reacted like that at the moment of the gunshot, thinking that he could save Elena without being injured.

Unfortunately, his body is no longer young, only his spirit is still flying.

So he died of arrogance, so to speak, from a misjudgment of the situation.

From his own point of view, this is not noble. It's not great, it's a bit humiliating and pathetic.

He wanted to save Elena, but he never thought of taking his own life...... It was a complete accident.

Of course, he didn't regret it at all, but was a little relieved, after all, he got what he wanted. did not die on the sickbed, but in the last few springs and autumns of his life, he did something worthwhile...... Like a real man.

Moreover, Captain Tang owes him a favor.

It is worth 5 years to exchange such a favor, so he is very calm, and his calm eyes are full of satisfaction.

Henrietta's gaze was equally calm, and he did not show emotion at Melore's death. It's just a little sad and reminiscent, sad because I can't see him in the future, and memorial because of the "second brother". That call was like going back to the past.

Older people are always used to spending a long time reminiscing about those lost time, and he is no exception.

He knew what kind of person Melol was, so he didn't grieve.

Elena was sad with tears in her eyes. Staring blankly at Melol outside the shield, Kelinia hugged her waist hard. Something whispered in her ear.

The maple leaves swing lightly, the water line falling from the fountain sways slightly, and the fine splash of water splashes on the surface of the pool, which is very crisp and beautiful.

The voice of nature returns to this world, and Tramont continues to pull the trigger. The click of the firing pin in the air is particularly harsh.

Tang Lin threw himself up to Melol, picked him up from the ground, and shouted his name vigorously.

He withdrew his gaze from the dome, looked at Tang Lin and smiled, gathering the last trace of strength. Moved the sword stained with his own blood in front of him: "Tell Tang Fang...... Please help if you can...... I...... Take care...... Kud ......"

He couldn't say the last two words.

The sword slid down from the palm of his hand and landed in front of Tang Lin.

Actually, it was not a sword, at least not a sword in the ordinary sense, because it originally did not have a hilt, and naturally there was no sword grid.

Whether it is the hilt or the scabbard, it is all installed by later generations.

Tang Lin took the sword, put down Melore with a serene face, glanced at Henrietta inside the shield again, and then turned his head to look at Tramon, who had stopped pulling the trigger and was laughing in the sky.

Melol died, finally died, died at his hands, like a scene that had been played out countless times in a dream.

This old thing that never saves him face, farts at the joint council, and makes him eat shit in the airspace of the Bavaria space station. finally died at his hands, although it was different from imagination, but after all, it was revenge for the past.

Elena escaped, although there was some regret, but Melol's death suddenly vented the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, from the original sadness, to laughing at the sky.

It was his uncle, but it was only in name, and he never regarded Henrietta, Gilcott, and Melol as relatives, but only one side of the life and death enemy.

Now, the death of the old guy who had a similar identity to him and was in charge of the 23rd Ranger Regiment was of course a very happy thing.

His laughter was long, perhaps because it had been suppressed for a long time, or it was a deliberate attempt to downplay the sadness of Hyneville's death.

Mr. J swirled in the air, and when he faced the battlefield again, Tang Lin held the sword and rushed towards Turamon.

He wants to avenge Melore.

The surging lightning burst from the soles of his feet, and his body turned into an afterimage, and he held the broadsword in both hands and stabbed straight at Tramon.

An S-Series clone stepped forward to stop it, its sharp iron claws slashing down, sending a scream through the air and a vicious wind blowing in his face.

Tang Lin didn't dodge, let alone stop, his broadsword was slightly raised, and he went up one square.

The clone didn't want to kill him, he just wanted to slow him down and create favorable conditions for Mr. J.

That claw was sharper than the sharpest knives, tougher than steel, and could easily crush human skulls and slice through combat power armor.

It's a pity that it can't crush "Hekati".

The moment the five sharp claws intersected with the blade, the crimson textures radiating from the spine of the sword to the wings suddenly lit up, and the five narrow shadows swirled and flew into the sky, falling heavily to the ground, shattering the granite bricks.

Tang Lin finally knew why Melol cherished this sword so much, and solemnly handed it to his palm in his dying moments.

This is the glory of the old man, and it is also his indestructible will and courage.

"Hekati" - in the name of God.

Tang Lin continued to move forward, and the Black Samurai attacked from the flank, and the grenade rose into the air from the knee of St. George's armor, drawing a parabola. Fall to his right and left.

With a bang, the flames flashed, shrapnel flew outward, and the rain-like stone chips rose into the air and fell again, and the heat wave dried the surrounding flowers and meadows. The edges of the leaves and petals are slightly yellowed and rolled inward.

Waves of fire obscured the view, and dust and stone chips covered the sky.

Ignoring the light and fire around him, a figure tore through everything in its path, wrapped in billowing gunsmoke, and appeared in front of Tramon across a distance of tens of meters.

His military uniform was no longer straight, and his clean shirt was darkened by the smoke, but his eyes were bright. The sword in his hand was equally bright.

Tramon stopped laughing, and those brightness that belonged to Tang Lin grew brighter and brighter in his eyes.

It's also bright, but it's a pity that his brightness belongs to someone else, not himself.

"Hekati" failed to plunge into Tramon's chest like he had cut off the clones' claws, as a figure fell, withstanding its stabbing blow.

It's Mr. J.

The fleshy wings, which were originally intended to soar in the sky, turned around and went from their backs to their chests. It turned into a black shield and protected Tramon behind him.

That monowing wasn't just for flying. It can also be used as a strong barrier, even if it is an armor-piercing bullet fired by a large-caliber weapon, it cannot pierce it.

It was his pride.

However, "Hekati" was a divine weapon after all, and even if it couldn't completely pierce the barrier, the blade of the sword was nearly half a foot deep in it.

The texture of the sword's spine glowed bright red. Illuminate the dark shield and illuminate Tang Lin's eyes.

He couldn't understand why the flesh-and-blood barrier was so strong that even a divine soldier like "Hekati" could stand it.

Although it is not known the origin of this sword, it is certain. It is definitely not a human creation.

Only Mr. J knew in his heart how powerful the hybrid gene of the flesh wing behind him was, completely different from his left arm and the needle-prick crown.

It is not an ordinary hybrid gene constructed from human genes and alien genes, but a special hybrid gene constructed from human genes and epic creature genes, which is extremely burdensome to the human body, and even Lord Noah can only cultivate a piece of flesh on him, and he can no longer breed a second piece.

"Hekati" and the flesh wing were still in a stalemate, Tang Lin's face was ignited by the sword light, and surging electricity poured out from the hand holding the hilt of the sword, pouring into the broadsword.

He was not willing to give up.

The red veins on the body of the "Hekati" sword bloomed with even more brilliant brilliance, and the textures turned into cracks, and countless high-energy particles overflowed, and a fire tree snaked around the sword.

The man-made hilt of the sword could not withstand the erosion of the high-voltage current and exploded into a mass of debris, but Tang Lin did not lose the "Hekati", on the contrary, it seemed to become a part of the arm.

As the spine of the sword elongated and moved outward, the gap between the blades became wider and wider, and the broadsword, which had been tightly bitten, turned into a special great sword composed of layers of accumulated blades.

After the artificial hilt shattered, the sword lattice partially sank downward, and a circle of flexible material that contracted inward popped out from the bottom, tightly wrapping the wrist and engulfing the palm in front.

Mr. J was stunned for a moment, and he didn't think that Melol's "Hekati" would change in the hands of Tang Lin, as if he was stimulated by something and suddenly liberated his second form.

Tang Lin was also surprised, but he quickly came back to his senses, accepted the fact that the broadsword had turned into a great sword, and injected more electricity into his right hand again.

The wind that filled the atrium seemed to be cut off, the sunlight was forced back, and the red light swept through the range of tens of meters around the two people, and the original structure of each blade edge composed of red texture sprayed outward a wave of particles containing extremely strong energy, forming a vortex that expanded outward, and finally spread into a storm of flames.

A blinding red light engulfed their bodies, including Tramon at Mr. J's side. Violent energy fluctuations raged through the small half of the atrium, and the clones and Black Warriors in St. George-class power armor took one step back.

Eventually, a miserable snort broke through the world shrouded in red light and shuttled into the clouds.

The drumming energy field finally broke through the shackles of the flesh wings and exploded left and right towards "Hekati", and the shockwave swept through everything around it.

The debris of the red carpet, the broken scorpion tail, the stone chips on the floor, the crooked seats, the broken wine glasses, and even the high heels of the women who were lost on the scene...... All of them were shaken up by the shockwave and shot into the distance.

The natural wind was stirred away, the green leaves and flowers of the flower pond were scattered, and the maple trees on the periphery lowered their heads......

It's as if a typhoon is passing through.

The stream of red particles flickered and returned to Hekati's body, not moving away with the shock waves, avoiding causing more widespread damage.

The storm cleared, the dust thinned, and the sight slowly returned to clarity.

"Hekati" returned to the blade and returned to the broadsword posture, but the sword grid still wrapped Tang Lin's right hand.

Mr. J looked very embarrassed, miserable to be exact. The fleshy wings in front of him were no longer what they used to be, torn into countless pieces by the tide of rampaging red particles, leaving only a few bone spurs on the shoulder blades and a remnant of the flesh wings, still dripping with purple blood.

His left arm, which he used to defend against the aftermath of the particle tide, was also scarred, and the surface of the dragon's head was washed out of a series of deep wounds that could be seen in the bone, and like the broken flesh wings, purple blood gushed out, staining the ground with a different color.

There was a strong pungent smell wafting through the air, like old vinegar.

Tang Lin looked at the "Hekati" on the front of his arm in a daze, his brows twisted into a rope, and his eyes were full of doubts and excitement. (To be continued.) )

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