The trip to Jerusalem requires only two things, the Bible and the leather boots, the former and even the spiritual salvation, and the latter the tempering of the living. Thousands of miles away, in the land of milk and honey, everything is heaven.

Adolfina closed the page, and the leather made of some tanned leather gradually brushed the placket of her garment, carrying a few hints of burgundy, red and black, which had always been a perfect match in the world, especially in a touch of rainbow snow. She got up and stood up, unarmed.

No one dared to come near.

She clenched her fists, her index finger slightly convex, in her bright vertical pupils, reflecting the depth, the starry night eternity is shining in the summer, she took a step forward, that is, someone took a step back.

"Snort~" She lowered her head and chuckled, then slowly raised her head, suddenly tiptoed a little, spun to the side, and saw an iron rope as thick as a child's arm, is it an iron cable? No! It was a thorny tail, sweeping her earlobe, but the white and tender palm fell upside down in an instant, and under the vertical pupil was the black of the thick earth.

Leather boots on the ground.

"Wow!" The manticore groaned, and the red-haired girl across from it also exclaimed, "Hey! "Two deep ravines are ploughed out, who is it? The girl with her braided hair clutched her thorn tail, the needle was only a stone's throw from the tip of her nose, the black soil was already above her knees, and she only shouted, because there were no spectators around, and she didn't need them.

The flesh and skin were twisted, and the fingertips she had cultivated day and night pierced into the flesh and blood, becoming the best focus, and every step forward was a puddle of blood, in this wrestling match, she was still the winner, the thorntail gradually rolled and swelled in Adolfina's hands, and she stared coldly at the scorpion-tailed lion's head like a spindle, this vicious beast has really belonged to killing since its birth, whether it was tame or violent, this is a thing of the past.

"Click......" Thorntail finally crumpled into a ball of twist in her palm, "......Snort" in the silver teeth tightened, the beast hissed and roared, she jumped high, the silver poison needle finally returned, the manticore fell to the ground with a bang, before it began to twitch in its own venom, two fists were hammered, one at a time.

The index finger is slightly convex, and the fist is raining down.

"Morfinn." The eagle flapped its wings, and the puppeteer crouched on it lurked in the shining feathers of the white front, and the dwarf clapped his hands monotonously, as if he were really in admiration. "The only assault who can subdue you is dead, who in the entire Hydra can subdue you alone except Your Majesty?"

On the night of the full moon, the eagle suddenly spread, flying between the sand and the stones, and the shadows suddenly drowned the petite girl, and the stars and moonlight were all more and more inadequate. "It's a pity that you picked the wrong team."

"Tick tick tick ......" fingertips soaked in blood, the deepest ink poured into the girl's especially favorite fingertips, in the fishy wind, Adolfina seems to be a little sentimental, sentimental? It looked like so, her eyelids drooped.

"I reasoned with you before." She simply reflexively sat on the manticore that she had beaten to death, not caring that there were steel needles everywhere. "You forced me to vote for Nero, I acquiesced, you played a side ball and let Jenny die on the East Coast, I acquiesced, you want me to step down, I can ......bear it"

"I thought you'd stop someday, but I was wrong."

Every time the puppeteer opens and closes, he is as withered as an old tree and a crow, and the madness of the world does not prevent the most powerful person in Hydra from expressing his true intentions: "Because you are just a girl, a stupid girl, and you only have yourself in your eyes." ”

"We thought you'd know what was right one day, but we were wrong."

Adolfifi gathered the wet woolen cloak, and in the blood-colored reflection it could be seen that it was full of seams and patches, and no amount of precious fur was used, so she simply let it fall quietly, she held her waist with one hand, and her posture was for the unsuccessful juniors, and she pulled out her dagger.

“The Turboraptor…… （

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Raptor)" Adolfina patted the glowing manticore-tailed manticore with the silver exoskeleton of the moon under her buttocks, and said coldly: "Remember, this beast was caught by me for you from the Michigan Wasteland, it is really a complete beast." ”

"And the ...... you're riding now" Just like the starlight jumped, perhaps the fire in the pupils of the eyes shone brightly, "Khanivore always elegant." (Flesh Eater is always very elegant)

“But it’s like being a bitch under your knees.” The Mithril dagger danced on Adolfina's fingertips, and her tone was as cold as the Michigan Moors winter.

Under the moonlight, even if the dwarf rides on a horse, he can't get rid of the fact of the dwarf, but in the eyes of the general public, it is self-evident who is superior at this time.

"I'll kill the gifts I've given you one by one, and finally, it's your turn."

"The second king is dead, and the villain steals the throne."

"You, damn it."

……

The revolver nest does not exit the cartridge case with the pull of the trigger, but it smells of gunpowder more when the nest is removed after six rounds, which is probably the reason why gunpowder weapons have developed to such a point and are still the reason why countless people still flock to the revolver.

Python's .44 Magnum shot a purple poncho in the chest, and Hydra, who was so full of vitality that he still had the strength to crawl back into the light curtain, made it more and more difficult for Simon to stop the enemy who jumped out of the previous light curtain.

Taking advantage of the slight gap in the firepower, Setz easily rushed to Simon's side with a few Tengyue, and threw Simon a new chest sling with his hand. "Retreat plan?" Simon asked.

"I hope you didn't fall behind in your old lessons in the army." Seiz tapped the hook launcher that hung around his chest several times, enough to lift a person dozens of meters high. Simon smiled bitterly, no matter how the P90 shoots, it will be difficult to hit those purple ponchos that don't leave their hands. "I'm talking about the present!"

"Now?" Seth plugged back into FN57, and before the words fell, the iron gate of the town hospital suddenly lifted away, and the roar rang out, and several scarlet storms were more fierce than when Sezi attacked the flank of the purple poncho before, and it was only a surprise attack that chiseled through the attacker's front, and then looked at the armor soldier who rushed to the front, holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, wasn't it the Scarlet Guard Captain Draenor?

"I said, don't brow." Seze picked up Simon's back collar and said in a solemn tone: "The Purple Hunters are not only here to find you, but also to those dormant citizens, the Scarlet Guards will not let them succeed easily, this shelter can't be saved, potion?" ”

Simon shook his head and rejected the Hydra potion made of Ghost Knows What it was made of, and as soon as the nest fell, six bullet casings fell to the ground, and said firmly: "I'll settle the account when I go out." ”

"Ranger drill?" Seiz raised the explosives in his hand.

"Roar!! Draenor was angry, the scarlet armor was unsheathed behind the chain, Hydra's rules strictly forbade vendetta against each other, but it was impossible for people to protect themselves, half of Draenor's head had become a rotten watermelon, if it wasn't wrapped in chain mail, it would be a terrifying statue more terrifying than the god of purgatory, let the bullets clange down, Draeno grabbed a purple red poncho that was struggling frantically, and the blade of the sword flashed, that is, a headless corpse.

They are the Emperor's Imperial Army, from the Varangian Guard to the Skeletons, from the ancient times to the present, this group of brave men loyal to the most powerful in the world has always been well-armed and unstoppable!

With the support of the home team, the remnants of the trapped laboratory suddenly boosted their morale and rushed out regardless of life and death, but in the blink of an eye, the Crimson Guards easily repelled half a street of purple ponchos.

"What about the Purple Bloods? Did you see that?! Draenor said angrily, his men looking at each other. Remembering the task assigned by His Royal Highness the Regent. "The Purple Blood exists

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It will only deepen the estrangement between the two factions, secretly execute him, and use his blood to create a controllable pure-blood. ”

Even more so that he had to worry about Hydra headquarters, Draenor pulled the bolt and yelled: "Everyone! Assault! ”

Simon tried his best to follow in Sezi's footsteps, but how could he keep up with the speed of the four-powerhouse's attack? The water curtain was illusory, and he returned to the first shelter, the weather was fake, but the flowers under his feet were real, the military boots were trampled on, and the agricultural robot that detected the abnormality of the flower garden rushed over, and was naturally knocked over by the butt of a gun.

Simon rushed forward, barely having to pull the trigger, no formation constraints, and Seth knocked down the fuchsia poncho on the march in the blink of an eye, so fast that he had to wait for a moment from time to time.

"Hold on!" Seiz threw his opposite hand, knocked out the purple hunter with an elbow, and turned around and shouted.

Whether Simon admits it or not, the Crimson Guards drained too much of his blood, and the core carrier of Hydra's ability is the marrow blood, where will the essence purple blood be replenished for a while and a half? His feet are filled with lead, all supported by Simon's will. "Run!" The three letters that are incomparably familiar.

“Run!”

......Simon had a sharp pain in his lower back, and he stumbled with great force, and fell head-on, full of astringency, Draeno roared wildly and held the submachine gun with both hands, and then looked at the place he was pointing, where was Simon? It's Sezi! A person with two abilities is also qualified to suffer some aftermath.

The firepower of the guns in the hands of the two Hydra tops approached each other's trajectory infinitely, and the debris of the earth became a hurricane, falling on the head, and the 50-round magazine was no more than a flick of a finger. Both were unscathed.

"Bang bang bang!" Sezi slashed his gun and shouted, "You go first!" Simon didn't say a word of nonsense, a first-aid injection was pricked, and the sharp pain in his eyes drove people's desire to survive surged, and he was always the first to go.

"Zero!" Draenor roared, with one arm, the bone shield rising in the wind, blocking the armor-piercing bullet, holding the sword in one hand, and before Sez approached, it was an oblique slash on the head!

The silver dragon twisted its tail and suddenly made two halves, FN57 turned into two halves and fell into the dust, the sharp edge slashed across the neck from a millimeter, and Seiz immediately lay down, and kicked Draenor with extreme tenacity with both legs, and in an instant both of them fell. The backhand was buckled again, the long sword was hooked, and the two who were strong and invincible in their eyes directly fought with the fiercest and fiercest, like street hooligans.

"Are you Morfin's puppet?" Most of Draenor's ability is used in strength, if he can punch him, Sezi's tall and thin body will definitely be pierced, but how can the latter be stupid enough to rely on brute force? Wrapped around Deranor's joints, squeezing him to the point where he had turned into a bony shape. Rage shouted.

Sezi pursed his lips and said nothing, his gray eyes and hair color silently recounting the facts. "Click." Draenor struck a block with his elbow. "You're a personal vendetta!" Draenor shook his head frantically and yelled.

"Click!" It's another grid, and the great pain makes it difficult for the Scarlet Guards to hold back, Seiz gritted his teeth and pressed it dullly, and fought with multiple bone knives, his thighs were dripping with scars, wrapped around Draenor's arms, and said fiercely: "This is a personal grudge!" ”

Seiz broke free of his body that fainted like a dead pig, looked at the whole person with a strange anti-swastika Draenor, took off the ammunition belt, and took a deep look at the shelter behind the scenes, like him, who was born in a muddy pond and was called an "inferior breed" by pure-bloods, his lifelong dream was nothing more than to live in a town like that, the years were good, and people were more or less marked with the price of fate since they were born.

"Within the walls of the palace where the kings had left, Janine had to dance with the rest of the ghosts, the undead whom she had lost and recovered, the ghosts with whom she had fallen in love......" Seth hummed softly, limping out of the Garden of Eden, even if it was a puddle of mud, but where it was his home, their home, where he loved and thought.

That's his paradise.

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