The rotors of the crow drone "buzzed" and roared, swept over the top of the purple sky, and then reduced the speed, falling as docile as always, but unfortunately it was not a white eagle, and it could not fall on the shoulder to show respect.

The wind blew through the silver hair, like a touch of fine brocade, covering the vast earth, and the vicissitudes of life under the boots added a bit of shocking color. Yu Zi was suddenly faintly passed by the pale silver, and the flowing black was reflected in the pale eyes, the black in front of him, and the black of death.

Midalen took the drone with one hand, both silver, complementing each other, the soles of the boots were slightly infiltrated, and then there were bursts of creeping sounds, followed by a few Hydra, and at her side, thousands of kneeling, thousands, not daring to raise their heads.

The black living corpses that heeded the call swept up like a tidal wave, and at the ebb tide, swept away another corner of the tattered old world picture scroll. Their thick forelimbs with dense maneas prop up, and their heads, which appear so small compared to their large bodies, hang quietly between their shoulders, and occasionally the lucky ones who rush to the front can grab some ...... Leftovers. Every time the Hydra walked through a carpet of blood and fire, even the most rebellious "black prince" stopped fighting for the wreckage of his own inner molars and obediently surrendered.

It was from the deepest fear of the bloodline, more fierce than the natural enemy, thousands of peregrine falcons gathered to form a storm, and also killed the demon eagle, but thousands of shackles of mine slaves could not disobey a hundred soldiers, let alone the cold river guards.

However, the fight is not over.

Dozens of living corpses surrounded two back-to-back armored infantrymen. Their M5 rifles had already exploded their receivers and softened their barrels under the pressure of the tyrannical Beowulf's heavy bullets. Before the last of the Mills were torn apart by the Black Living Corpse Five Horses, and before they drew their attached folding swords, hundreds of flowers of the Black Earth bloomed.

The knight who lost his war horse, drank blood and dripped blood with his long sword, although he knew that fate was inevitable, but the king was far away and the gods were above, how could he abandon the sword and bend his knees? Shouting for my life? Blood gushed from the inner lining of the armor, down the hilt of the sword, straight through the spine of the sword, down the blood groove, and fell to the tip of the sword, washing away the Huiying inscription and washing away the shame of the past.

The armored infantry baptized by purple blood leaned close to each other, and there was no stagnation between the friction of the black steel exoskeleton, and each hydraulic power lever was stabbed even more scorching under the scorching sun! The pool of blood outside the boots, the shadow of blood has passed.

Offense, imprinted in the bones. Die quietly? Not a maxim.

The alloy greatsword without a sword grid was slashed down with the momentum of thunder, how could any monster dare to rashly take it hard? There was a sudden wave in the encirclement, and the living corpse was about to move sideways to survive, when another thick and strong sword crossed alternately, cutting butter, flashing red lines, and in the middle of the transposition, the opponent's head was in a different place.

The big sword perfectly reflected the full moon in the two phases, slashing at each other without stopping, and in an instant, the heartbeat missed a beat, and the blade of the sword stabbed the forehead of the slaughtered living corpse, twisting and twisting almost synchronously. Broken bones and blood were splashed on the steel boots, and when I looked at it again, it was already three steps away, and it would never stop.

In a moment, it was three living corpses to give the head, but what about thirty or three hundred wolves? The beasts instantly filled the vacancy, but their fierce and bloodthirsty nature in the past seemed to have suddenly lost their souls, only to see the red light flashing in the black curtain, the sword light flying, the mountains into the wind whistling up and down, it was the blood-colored rainbow dancing.

What does it mean to be eternal?

AEXO exoskeleton bullet armor, only the indifferent pupils show the essence of the soul, let the vertical and horizontal shut, the ghosts howl, walking among the ghosts, okay, then carry a gun and a sword, beheaded! Whether it is a memorial or a mass, it is a coward and a hero for a lifetime, as if the nail leaf is decorated with threads, the red tassels behind the helmet, and the text on the sword.

When to say: Revenge, in me.

Vengeance is mine!

The corpse blood is cold, the steel fingers, the sword is tight, and the integrated inertial bone mechanism maximizes the majestic and majestic power of the armored infantry, even the simplest slashing and slashing are majestic and unstoppable. As soon as the blade of the sword was erected, it was a thick shield, firmly resisting the beast herd and colliding in a stack. The soles of the boots ploughed out two deep concaves, but three steps, against the decline. The energy battery burst out with overload efficiency, forcing the restraint coil to retreat, and the anger was bursting, and blood was splattered.

The foot knight cut down a group of opponents like wheat, and the sword edge passed everywhere, how could he not be embarrassed? The second armored infantry ran and raised waves and dust, raising blood drops like rain, the amount of rats, vain qualitative change? It is better to be accompanied step by step, to be outnumbered by the crowd, and to waste your life.

The armored infantry, who had freed their hands, saw their companions smashing into the herd of beasts, and the extremely suppressed force erupted with a loud hydraulic stretch, and the half moon was full, and they returned to their swords.

It becomes another mound, and the forcible killing is here, and the ghosts are also afraid, and no matter how small the night is to make up for the shortcomings, it is nothing more than layer by layer of abrasion.

The blade of the sword was cut off with a bone, one more than the notch, and the struck and slashed, grinding off the steel edge by one point, and the enemy had one more batch and one more wound.

The leather boots stepped over the blood-satin carpet, and a few minutes away the flames burned into a blazing fire, and then persevered, refusing to descend into a cluster of flames. Silver hair is sprinkled like snow, and in the sand and yellow world, she is that rare bright color.

She was born to steal fire, and her life was to extinguish fire.

The symphony of Jin Ge was undoubtedly in her music, and she untied her cloak, and a plush purple fell. The closer she got to the battle circle, the closer she got to the blood carpet, that is, the black prince with fangs and hideous fangs, and her boots, every time she passed the prince, her waist was loosened by a point.

Abandon the gun.

The toasted blue-plated FN57 in the holster lies in a cloak with a black forged purple background, held in the palms of Hydra behind it, and the handle of the gun also has an inscription.

Abandon the sword.

The Furban-Sykes dagger in the sharkskin scabbard was wrapped in a cloak, and her fingers were white and slender, not like a warrior, but like a poet holding a pen.

Simboska. The Psalms should be recited.

She took her hair, a purple ribbon, over the gray snow, over her shoulders, and she walked towards the pool of death, yes, where blood flowed and blood-colored, covering her pale eyes.

It's like a comet full of stars!

First of all, she walked slowly in small steps, she was burdened with one hand, and she was also dressed in strength, she began to take steps, running in big strides, just like running to the lovers outside the mountains and seas, without hesitation.

The armored infantry in the battle circle never stopped wielding their swords. At that time, perhaps it was the brainchild creativity of the exoskeleton designers who achieved elite aces such as the Mecha Valkyrie and the Guards Thorns, with their high-extended halberd hook blades and heavy folding swords, which gave these later generations of infantry knights the glory of charging in the midst of thousands of people with their horses and guns. They were all knights of pardon, three hundred, and thirteen thousand halberders were chiseled.

After stepping on the war horse, even the paladin Roland did not know his fate.

Probably a glorious death.

The sharp claws of the living corpse slid past the blunt edge of the weak sword, slashing along the spine of the sword towards the five fingers of the sword, both of which glowed with iron. With their eyes crossed, the armored infantry did not hesitate to continue to push the sword to kill, and with a soft "ding" sound, the sword buckled his chest and his thumb was sharpened, and he staggered over.

He still had the strength to fight again, but he couldn't see the next opponent, and all the living corpses in the battle circle, even the fiercest black prince, also retreated, their heads hanging lower than their forelimbs and elbows, this time not out of blood, but out of reality.

They're in awe.

The big sword slammed to the ground, there was no dust, it was all dirty blood, and he looked at the silver-haired woman who was running with his hands in tatters, and Yu Zi, who was swimming in the gradually boiling blood, despised her call. The servants at the feet of the emperor are also better than the electors of the emperor elsewhere. The protective plates of the exoskeleton were chiseled and chiseled, and the visor was scratched in half, revealing the pinprick beard of the armored infantryman.

He waited for the silver-haired woman to take the lead in the battle circle exhausted by the corpses of the ghostly beasts, and then his five fingers were folded together and the hilt of his sword was clenched. He turned off the chattering "Magnetic field, please restrain it!" magnetic field, please restrain the alarm, this time, he did not take the lead in the charge.

The other armored infantry bowed slightly, and white vapor sprayed out of the face armor, unable to distinguish whether it was wheezing or the hydraulic steam after the exoskeleton was violently running, and behind the black armor, there was a small, dark red point of light rising, at that time they relied on the magnetic field to confine the shaped battery, and they were never worried about being powerless to fight.

I'm just afraid of unintentional love war.

The tip of the sword left the bloody ground, and the silver-haired woman on the opposite side was already running with full force, the tips of her hair curled lightly through the gray and black uniform, and the two rushed against each other, one carrying a sword and the other empty-handed.

With the high heavy sword split, Midalen's footsteps froze, and the soles of his boots were lightly rotated for half a circle, but if it was so simple to bypass the offensive, he naturally lost the active combat logic system that AEXO carried. Without waiting for the knee-jerk neurons of the armored infantry to react, the logic system led the heavy sword to turn into a slash and slap to the side without wasting a trace of strength.

Stopped, heavy sword, at five slender white fingers.

Beyond the alloy heavy sword, Midalen looked at the armored infantry, who couldn't push her even harder, whose hydraulic machinery was transmitting energy at a rapid pace, and all she could do was move her boots in the mire of human and corpse blood by centimeters.

She just stroked her sword and went up, staring at her alone, the eyes of the towering and upright foot knight, but she only found indifference, indifference, and still indifference. Ten fingers played the keys of the piano, and the fingers of the scripture were struck through the mottled blade, and then touched the wrist armor.

It is also the power point of holding the sword.

There was a roar of a sword rushing forward from behind, she grabbed one person's wrist with one hand, and waved lightly with the other, and the extremely bright milky white instantly split the curve, hitting the other person and flying out upside down, a sound of astringent teeth scraping the ground.

"Compared to your master......" Midalen pursed the corners of her lips slightly, and she saw a small emblem on her wrist armor, a three-headed three-headed snake. Emblem of Hydra. She felt a little angry, so she raised her palm into a knife and slashed down.

"You are more heroic than him." The great sword slammed to the ground, and Midalen snapped out a flash of brilliance on his fingers, sealing all the wounds of the dying armored infantry, like a cocoon, enveloping him.

"And he, the Purple Blood, since he did this, then he will never become an emperor." The light cocoon completely erases the black steel color, and the more brilliant the light, the emptier it becomes.

The shaped backpack of the last armored infantry that was knocked out of the air squeaked and groaned, losing its magnetic field restraint, the shaped core vibrated and no longer had a rein, and the steel armor began to liquefy red, and drops of white smoke rose "snort".

Midalen hooked his little finger.

"Come, fearless knight, the Lord has said, let there be a knight."

A punch hit her chest, she jumped up lightly on the spot, and the boots with steel palms directly bent the knee of the exoskeleton, her hand suddenly became as bright as a hair, and she scraped the throat armor like white paper, this time she didn't use Hydra strength, just charged a punch with the strength of a wasteland woman, and punched the throat of the armored infantry who staggered to one knee.