Chapter 42—The Enemy Slain (1)

A cigarette was lit by a lighter, and the white smoke was blown by the wind and scattered in the air, leaving no trace. The lighter took a heavy puff, and the whole cigarette was smoked, and the ashes were lifted by the wind, along with a cloud of smoke coming out of his mouth.

Crushing the cigarette butt, he looked back at his 'teammates' who were resting on the ground or talking in a low voice, and he was silent along with him.

Anxiety, nervousness, and a hint of paranoia. Seven or eight people here don't feel good. The small team has four different squads or rangers.

Trust will never exist here. Yes, just without words.

"I mean, when will it be?"

So said the Caucasian woman with long brown hair wrapped in a tight leather coat wrapped around her plump body. The time of her life wasted in idleness, the constant deep anxiety, tension and doubt, all made her nerves constantly fluctuate, coupled with the silence, constantly changing directions, and blowing the wind on her body, it was really unbearable.

"Yes, when is it—" The man who smoked stood up, spat out the thin lips on his thin face, and then he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his hand, and said, "But didn't you approve of waiting at first?" ”

The intonation of the man's speech is very special, and it is easy to know his international, and between the pronunciation of the words, it is obviously the tone of Katakana. After that, he grabbed his head and lit a cigarette again. Then, there was another cloud of smoke.

"You ——!"

The woman's mood was not stable because of the atmosphere, and she was even more furious when she heard this Fusang man so 'bland' as if he was mocking as usual. But when she entered the Treacherous Wind Grassland two days ago, she was indeed a member of the group who chose to wait, and she really had nothing to say at the moment. But the extra disgust for the Fuso man in my heart will never disappear.

"Alright, Futian, do you think it makes sense to say this now?" As a tall, thin man spoke, a woman stood behind him at the same time, and the two were in a team.

"There are many of you, you have the final say." Fu Tian's voice was a little hoarse, mixed with his lungs that seemed to have been blackened by smoke, and his laughter was a bit like a vinyl disc with sand scraped, which was a strange sound.

Futian's nasty mouth didn't anger the tall and thin man, who just smiled faintly and said, "Then let's vote again..."

Before the words fell, an indescribable earth-shattering intent and the pungent smell of blood poured into their minds and noses, as if someone was standing next to them with a freshly slaughtered corpse and shoved his head into the wound. It's real, as if it really drank blood.

And this is not the most terrifying, this kind of momentum, or feeling, some plots can be done by generals or illusionists. But the question is, what is it now? What are they feeling now? Obviously, the breath can be constricted so well, why should it be released? And now it's been released, and for what?!

The suspicion did not slow down the hands and feet of these reincarnators, and the individual spread his defensive posture where he was standing. As mentioned before, the abilities of the rangers and the reincarnators of the small team are average, and some of the defense methods are not surprising, and even some rangers can even cultivate magic and martial arts, and even the type of perception and summoning.

A second, two seconds, three seconds, the silence passed as quickly as an arrow burst through the air, but no matter how much they scanned with their eyes or their senses, they could not find a trace of it, as if what they had just felt was their own imagination.

"Can I be sure that we're not in the illusion right now?!"

"Hehe~ How can I be sure that you are not part of the illusion?" …,

The words of the woman behind the tall and thin man were immediately refuted by the brown-haired woman just now, and between the back and forth, the seven or eight reincarnators who were already wary of each other stood even more apart.

"I hate to say that, but I feel like I'm going to die."

It seems that there is nothing to make Futian have mood swings, even in such a situation now, he can still stand there with flaws all over his body, smoking leisurely. The only difference from before is that he is smoking at a slower pace at the moment. What was originally done in one bite now takes one and a half bites.

"Damn it!"

Listening to Fu Tian's words, various emotions appeared in the hearts of the other reincarnators. But the only thing that doesn't have is ease.

Boom ————!

A crimson projectile shot into the brown-haired woman's eye, followed by a screeching jet. The original intact head seemed to have been gnawed by some fierce beast, and the face that was even more beautiful was now even more fragmented, and there was no human appearance to be seen.

A reincarnation was killed with a simple shot! The means of long-range defense are only a flash. This is enough to prove that the strength of the attacker is definitely super strong! At least, yes in terms of attack!

"Look..."

Fu Tian shook out another cigarette and spit out a word indifferently. The fallen corpse seemed to give a strong proof of what was said before.

"Damn!! Where the hell is it! Come out for me!! ”

An Asian man dressed like a warrior in a magical online game with a round head and brain roared. His emotions seemed to have collapsed, and the emotions that had been accumulated since entering this island of greed and entering the realm of reincarnation all erupted at the moment when the brown-haired woman was killed in seconds.

After Futian made an expression of 'are you stupid?' a voice really rushed out. The man lowered his head and sprinted over, with a strong black emotion on his body, and the cloak draped over his body exuded an ominous aura.

His target was the crumbling warrior.

Kill ——!

An invisible word came out in the warrior's mind, facing the black figure that seemed to be a bullet, after a frustrated roar, he immediately raised the shield in his hand, his strong body shook, his legs exerted force, and he sprinted backwards.

The black figure that sprinted was holding his left hand high, no, it was a huge black blade, and it cut it down with a single sword.

Click——!

A reincarnation who had been standing by and watching didn't know what the black knife would cut at his body, but the wound on his belly that was getting bigger and bigger and the intestines that kept slipping out of his body were telling him this cruel truth. With the last bit of strength, he focused his gaze on the warrior man again. Where he saw the black figure was a samurai in red armor, like a warlord from hell, with a long knife stabbed at the warrior.

Then, in the moments before he lost his meaning, the long red knife was drawn seven more times, removing the warrior's arms and heads.