Blood, flesh, and the shattered entrails that dragged on the gravel floor, stained with viscous plasma and gravel, smelled of disgusting blood on the tip of everyone's nose.

I couldn't tell whose blood it was, and I couldn't tell whether the figure in front of me was a teammate or an opponent. The only thing he could do was to subconsciously swing his dagger at the rushing figure, raise the knife in his hand, wave his fist, or just curse at the other party, and the head flew off his limbs, rolled to the ground, or was blasted into mud.

Panis is an absolute death-like presence on this battlefield. There was still not the slightest scar on her wheat-colored skin, and her feet were running on the sand that had already sucked enough blood and **, like a red-eyed bull on a rampage.

She didn't understand the background of the Cadivon family, and she couldn't understand why there were so many super-level abilities. But this did not prevent her from swinging her fist, and she had always admired the glory of mercenaries in order to protect her Alik, and for the feelings buried deep in her heart, she finally started killing without scruples.

A high-ranking Anomorph wearing Alex's gray combat uniform collapsed in front of her. There was a bloody hole in his chest and heart, and blood was still steaming from his body, splashing onto Panis's face.

Panis knew the Stranger who had just entered the ranks of the Immortals, a resident of Alik, a former mercenary of the wilderness, who had a wife who was not pretty, but virtuous, and who had only recently been born.

Therefore, even if he was pulled out of his heart, he still held his opponent's legs, blocking the opponent's steps towards Alik and his wife and daughter.

The super-level powerhouse who pulled out his heart only had time to feel the temperature in his hand for a moment before the roaring Panis punched his entire upper body away.

The whole world seemed to be left with only bright red blood and gray sky, and in the visible world, from one end to the other, the wilderness was trembling, sinking, melting, and the infinite wilderness was shaking, roaring, and tumbling like the sea.

The only colors left on the gravel of the wilderness were dark red and gray, and nothing else. The grey sky and the grey-white wilderness dotted with dark red spots blended together.

Panis didn't go to the other side's aid, she stood up straight, the tip of her sexy tongue gently licking her already dry lips, and narrowed her eyes slightly at the slender figure strolling by.

On the battlefield, there is finally an existence that makes Panis jealous, the discursor of Nirvana Town, Heine.

As the eldest daughter of the patriarch of the Caddivon family, Heine didn't need to be on the battlefield, at least not so early, but she still stood on top of a wilderness stained purple by blood and broken limbs.

She didn't have the slightest interest in Panis, and she didn't even want to glance at Panis, and walked straight to Lo, who was always standing at the door of Alik's base.

The sound of Hades' breathing gradually increased, and he was no match for Heine. If you follow Luo's teachings, when facing an invincible opponent like Heine, you need to escape quickly, and use escape in exchange for the possibility of survival.

But he didn't choose to escape, but chose to take a step and face this terrifying woman with a gloomy face.

Lowe stopped the underworld, and he even rejected Panis's attempt to come to his aid.

He felt that Heine should not have come to kill him.

Heine hadn't come to behead her, and she had even kicked a few super-level Abilities who happened to appear in her path.

"Take your girl with me, and I'll send you out of the wilderness before I can do it."

Heine's voice was angry and helpless, but unusually firm.

Lowe didn't doubt Heine's words, and he believed Heine could do it. Controlling Nirvana Town is not just something that can be done with just one Nirvana ability, she should have other reliance that Luo doesn't know.

But Lowe didn't plan to leave, so he rejected Heine's offer.

Heine had her own agenda, and it wasn't that she hadn't thought about killing Lo directly, even though the gray-skinned guy had been watching her every move, and the other Panis, who was like a meat grinder on the battlefield, she was confident enough to kill Lo.

She eventually dismissed the idea of killing Lo directly, and killing Lo would not give her enough benefits.

Heine didn't care about Alex's insane revenge after killing Lowe, she didn't even think about it. She considered that her great father, Lord Murphy, should want Lo to be alive more than the patriarch of the Cardivan family who died.

Only living mice have enough research value and the possibility of being studied.

And she vaguely felt that Luo didn't seem to be as fragile as he seemed on the surface, and it should be a troublesome thing to kill him.

He, like himself, has three lives.

What Heine wants to do is to stop everyone who wants to devour Luo, wants to get Luo's genetic chain, and wants to deprive Luo of his ability.

For example, the more she looked at Commander Baal, the more unpleasant she became.

In a sense, to protect Luo from being devoured is to protect himself and ensure that his nirvana ability always belongs to him alone.

Therefore, Heine finally stood behind Luo with some resentment and became a guardian like a ghost.

If Panis is the meat grinder on the battlefield today, then Heine is another guarantee to ensure that Loneng's collective combat methods continue.

Baal was not surprised by Heine's sudden appearance, Heine's presence behind Lowe calmed his slightly restless heart a lot.

Heyman was only interested in the girl with the blue eyes, and he wasn't as interested in Lo as he seemed, and Baal wasn't sure if one of those who had gone to the battlefield had been ordered to kill Lo.

Lowe means much more to Barr than he does to!

Barr needed to take Lo as soon as possible before he could tear his face.

Therefore, the figure of the Sleeper appeared on the battlefield in advance, not just one, but two, two of whom unlocked the master of seventeen pairs of genetic sequences.

Yevaya, who had guarded in the Lost Trench, walked to the entrance to Alik's base, and another sleeper as young as Eris stepped into the battlefield and walked towards Panis, who was on a killing spree.

After being awakened, Jevaya was taken to the wilderness with the other sleepers before he could fall asleep again, which made him feel bad.

Contrary to Eris, who did not want to be buried deep underground, Yevaya longed for sleep. He believes that sleep, undisturbed deep sleep, is the most precious thing.

Yevaya had already put on his eponymous gloves, he knew Heine, and he wasn't arrogant enough to make Heine submit with just the soles of his feet like Shaynes did.

It was not Heine who greeted Yevaya, but Hades, who had been standing behind Lo.

Yevaya is a man of few words, and Hades is basically not an active talker, so the battle between the two is surprisingly quiet, although fierce.

Hades' injuries still haven't healed, and even if he does, he will definitely not be Yevaya's opponent.

So, he fled, very simply, not into the wilderness, but into Alec.

Without hesitation, Jevaya pursued him, deciding to deal with Hades first and then turn back to Heine. He didn't want another super-level ability to make trouble in his duel with Heine, especially a super-level ability who was extremely good at grasping fighters.

Ambush? Pitfall?

Yevaya is not worried that there will be traps waiting for him in Alikne, and in the face of absolute strength, all intrigues and tricks will fail, and eventually turn into pale and childish jokes.

Yevaya entered Alik, where the voice of the old chant was faintly heard, and never came out again.

To be precise, it should be in Yevaya's memory that he never seemed to step out of Alik again. He fully embraced the sleep he had hoped for in Alik.

He remembered that he had easily caught the gray-white mouse, and the tall old man beside the mouse, and the last scene he remembered was the bright eyes of the old man, and the voice that had sunk him and couldn't extricate himself.

"Hi Intruder, benevolent Albernar Sothos is glad that you have stepped into my school. Now, then, let me tell you about the subtle difference between killing and redemption......"

The sun of the wilderness had climbed to the highest point of the southern sky, and the intense radiation once again enveloped the entire wilderness, enveloping the thin and cold madman who had always watched the entire battlefield.

Wearing thick black-rimmed glasses and holding a small silver metal box in her arms, Heidi stood on top of the wilderness where no mutated creatures had ever appeared, calmly looking at Alik, at the door of Alex, who had never taken a step back.

The figure of the Sleeper has already appeared on the battlefield, and the Cardivan family's Predator Wolf Regiment should soon appear on the battlefield as well.

Heidi had no intention of stepping into battle, although she still planned to help Lo and herself a little more.

She bent down, placed the silver-white metal box in her arms on top of the still slightly damp wilderness gravel, and opened it.

Heidi's eyes were fixed on a small glass bottle inside the metal case, and there was still a small half of liquid in the bottle, the liquid was colorless, and there was no special smell.

She reached for the vial, but didn't pick it up, for she felt the sharp nails on her back.

"My dear, your father is very angry at you for abandoning and destroying the family research base data without permission, so he would love to meet you. Of course, the great Murphy patriarch didn't say that he wanted to see you or your corpse, so perhaps I would be able to take some interest from you, and he should be acceptable. ”

The murmur came from Heidi's back, a gentle and slightly enchanted voice, as if she had been kissed by an angel.

"Mourning the night, you still can't get rid of this sneaky bad thing, just like your disgusting fetish."

Heidi's face was slightly pale, she was so familiar with this murmur as if she was talking to a lover, so familiar that even if the other party turned to ashes, she would not admit it.

One of the guardian angels of his great father, Murphy Cadivon, the patriarch of the Cardivan family, the Dark Angel, Mourning Night Stuart.

She has the same last name as the degraded master of the ruined city, the ugly old man who gave Heidi her worn-out headband.