The sound of neat heavy footsteps is like stepping on our hearts, and when the other party sees us impacting, they also begin to impact.

Both sides stared at each other as if their eyes could kill.

I was nervous, I didn't know out of nowhere, a leg sticking out of nowhere, hooked at my ankle very skillfully.

The inertia of rushing forward made me lie directly on the ground and fell into a horse, which is also commonly known as.

"Smack"

Completely soaked in blood, the color of the once earth completely turned into scarlet blood.

I was lying on my stomach in this bloody water, and my face was completely covered by blood.

By the time I supported his body and pulled his face out of the blood, Zheng Tianyu had already taken people very far away from me.

In the cold weapon war, the most terrible thing is to be alone, and the stragglers are the fastest to die.

I got back up and continued to chase my queue.

"Bang"

To be honest, I never thought that people would make such a loud noise when they collide with each other.

The armor collided with the armor, making a piercing golden sound.

I saw with my own eyes our shock queue, and we were knocked backwards and jerked back.

Followed by the sword light mixed with the blood light, it exploded among people.

The screams before death, the angry roars, all erupted at the same time.

The armor simply couldn't block the sharp blades, and as soon as they made contact, many people were split in two.

Blood surged down the armor, carrying broken limbs and falling into the muddy ground.

We are like primitive people, and we keep roaring, as if roaring can give us very powerful power.

I don't know how to describe it, but before my eyes, there is a terrible and bloody war going on.

Words are no longer enough to depict, severed limbs and stumps are everywhere, and the light of the knife brings out a gruesome bloodstain.

It took less than a minute from the time I fell down and then rushed back.

In such a short period of time, we have already fallen several people.

I saw with my own eyes that their bodies were sliced open by knives slashed horizontally from the side, and their internal organs and blood were spilled.

Fortunately, the people who are here now are all veteran players, people who have experienced horror, and although they are very unfamiliar with the battlefield, they are not like ordinary people, and even lose their basic combat capabilities.

It is precisely because these people are veteran players that they can block enemies several times our size with such a small number of people.

I clenched the broadsword in my hand and tucked my body into the armor as much as I could.

Running forward at an increased speed, jumping up with the impact of his own running, and slamming into the crowd with a hoarse roar.

"Bang"

There was a muffled thud, and I didn't know where I was hit.

A huge impact came from the front, and my body was numb from the shock.

I didn't even have time to open my eyes and swung my knife forward.

An extremely heavy force came from the knife, followed by a lightness.

I know that this feeling is actually the feeling of a knife slashing through the human body.

I didn't stop, I didn't dare to stop, I frantically waved the big knife in my hand, and just split it all the way.

I couldn't see people clearly, I could only hear screams and roars, as well as the deafening sound of gold.

I didn't care about it, I just swung the big knife forward desperately.

As for where the knife struck, I didn't know, I couldn't see anything except blood in front of me.

Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop, ......

Along the way, I just waved my arms mechanically, carrying a large knife that was already heavy and could barely be lifted, and continued to slash and kill.

I don't know how many times I was slashed in the middle of this, but I felt pain all over my body.

When the war seems to be over, the enemy seems to be endless, and the only way to survive is to wave your arms mechanically.

Suddenly, there was no one in front of me, and I don't know when, we had already fought through the battle formation.

It's just that there are not many people standing around us anymore.

"Thank you for coming, and for returning the army."

Zheng Tianyu raised the big knife in his hand and roared into the sky.

Does this thing really think we are heavenly soldiers? What else is there to fight back?

But before we could react, an overwhelming rain of arrows fell.

In just an instant, I was pierced by at least a dozen sharp arrows.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and wait for death to come, when suddenly I felt a flower in front of me, and by the time I could see the picture in front of me again, we were back in the theater.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a dream, but the pain in my body was still there.

The soreness and numbness of swinging the broadsword for a long time made me feel that my arm did not belong to me.

I lifted my clothes and looked at the hot and painful places, and I couldn't see any scars.

"Damn, what, why does it hurt so much?"

"Lao Tzu remembers being cut off by someone, and now it's okay again? It's just that my neck hurts. ”

"Are you better? I remember being cut into eight pieces, and now it's all over my body. ”

Hearing their conversation, I pinched my earlobe, and my recovery ability was a little lower than that of the Scarlet Round Table.

The Scarlet Round Table is supposed to be a way to turn back time, using time to rewind and turn us back to a state where we are not injured.

I don't know what this theater uses, and it shouldn't be too different, but this sequelae is really unbearable.

I closed my eyes with a little reassurance, the battlefield was definitely real.

The scene of our death is also more realistic, only those who were killed by us, is it the obsession of the theater?

We were thrown straight into the valley just now, and what is that valley?

I couldn't help but gently pat myself on the face with my hand, to be sober and not to think about it.

Now the most important thing is how to survive, not what the Scarlet Round Table compares to the theater.

The more I thought about not thinking about comparison, the more my mind couldn't stop thinking about these messy things.

Did the Scarlet Round Table make any deal with the theater?

Or does Scarlet Round Table want to help the theater collect resentment so that the theater can upgrade to his appearance?

I think it's unlikely, most of the obsessions that I don't know, at the moment of meeting, are thinking about how to devour each other and improve ourselves.

Would the Scarlet Roundtable be so kind? Specially sent his game participants to give heads to the theater?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shake my head again.

While I don't know how the Scarlet Round Table controls us as game participants, I do know that not everyone is like us picking up bookmarks.

If I hadn't drunk too much that day, I guess I wouldn't have picked it up when I saw this bookmark.

After all, in reality, small advertisements are almost everywhere, and there are even many small advertisements that print coins specifically for someone to pick up.

The Scarlet Round Table wasn't meant to send us over, it was supposed to be something that existed in the theater.

"Number One, why didn't I die?"

Zheng Tianyu held a Daguan knife and stood on the edge of the stage to ask.

The curtain had fallen at this time, covering most of the stage, and only Zheng Tianyu was still standing on the stage.

The Daguan knife in his hand was blood-red, and a lot of blood was flowing down the blade.