Before the rocket with an initial velocity of 290m/s hits the target, the butcher moves.

It shook its arms, and the chains that spread down it sprang like a serpent, cascading through the trees on either side, like a huge spider web, blocking most of the rocket's might.

However, the internal charge of the four rockets still infiltrated the aftermath of the explosion.

The screaming flames engulfed the butcher, and the flying shrapnel dug deep into the butcher's armor as it killed all the Night Stalker assassins in his vicinity.

The smoke drifted away, and through the low-light night vision device, the night owl assassin in the distance could clearly see that the butcher's breastplate had been completely torn, and even the forest and snow fields behind him through the huge gap in his shoulder.

But it still hasn't fallen.

The bone-chopping steel knife stuck in the ground, barely supporting the butcher's massive body, and it picked up a charred corpse that had been blown to pieces by the explosion, put it in its mouth and munched it up.

Blazing blood dripped down the corner of the butcher's mouth, and it let go of the half-chewed charred corpse, and roared wildly in the sky, and a magnificent roar resounded through the field.

Frightened birds and beasts, it seems that even the cumulus clouds above the sky will be shaken down, and they will retreat for it.

The Night Stalkers were stunned, but before they could scramble to reload the bazookas, the butcher had already begun to charge.

It stomped on the ground, waist-deep snow that didn't stop it for a moment, and it was ploughed away in a frenzy, falling from the sides of the butcher's massive figure.

In the blink of an eye, the butcher had rushed in front of the night owl.

Its scarlet eyes shone brighter, bloodthirsty and murderous.

The bone-chopping steel knife slashed diagonally, and the goat's skull at the tip of the knife rolled up like a tearing wind, and it was about to split these assassins in two.

While!

The butcher's knife was blocked.

The knives that block it are two striking knives.

Although these two knives are of modern shape, the exterior is an Edo-style sword, and the inner side of the scabbard made of simple wood is "chestnut-shaped" and "back corner", and the "eye penetration" and "handle roll" on the hilt, as well as the ball-shaped etching "镡" and "cut feather" that act as a knife stop are all extremely ancient, and even in the deep night, there is a sense of history that cannot be erased.

The swordsman named Deathstroke stopped in front of the butcher and bent his knees to block the thunderous blow.

He paid a heavy price for this.

"The ulna and radius are almost broken, and the condition of the patella at the weight-bearing fulcrum is even worse," the death knell's eyes are as deep as the ancient wells of Wubo, neither sad nor joyful, and seem to be able to see through everything, "the enemy's strength is great, but ....."

Speed, too slow.

Knell knelt on one knee and crouched, his head slightly raised, and the two knives were withdrawn in an instant.

One shackle robe, the other reverse robe, two knives cut down at the same time, slashing through the butcher's arms.

The sharp katana cut deep into the gap in the butcher's gauntlet, the flames splattering, gold and iron intertwined, and the blood splattered the black and yellow gathering of the death knell.

Chop again.

Deathstroke leaned forward and went straight under the butcher, stabbing the blade into the opponent's waist and abdomen, cutting the obstacle from the bottom up, and stabbing straight into the butcher's jaw.

Not enough! The death knell rises from the ground, and as it leaps, it draws its knife and slashes diagonally, the two blades touching the butcher's shoulders and meeting at his neck.

While!

The katana got stuck in the butcher's vertebrae, and he didn't get an inch.

How can it be?

Deathbell suddenly looked up, but saw that the muddy and sweet blood was gushing from the butcher's neck, and in an instant, the amount of blood of a person had been squirted.

The blood splattered the butcher's armor, and in the eagle-sharp gaze of Deathbell, the plasma began to wriggle on the surface of the armor as if it had life.

"Liberate the limit, 30 percent of the effort."

The butcher's accent was muddy, like a curtain had been separated.

However, this sentence sounded like thunder in the ears of the death knell, and before the brain could give a command, the body, which was ten times stronger than ordinary people, had already taken a step ahead and galloped back.

The blood was covered in the butcher's armor, wriggling to form a scarlet coat of arms of extreme intricacies.

Knock, knock, knock.

Beneath the cast-iron armor, there was the sound of a heart beating.

The butcher's deep eyes suddenly lit up, and they were like candles before, but now they were like raging flames, filled with endless desire to kill.

The meat hook was thrown, piercing through several Night Stalker assassins, like iron skewers skewered with fried skewers.

The wail sounded, and the butcher ignored it, and threw out the bone-chopping steel knife, first smashing the assassins connected to the "meat skewers", and then slashing at the fleeing death knell as it seemed to be slow and fast.

The knife wind has arrived, the death knell bows his head urgently, and the steel knife brushes against the scalp.

Empty?

Deathstroke subconsciously fell to the ground, and the butcher's knife with the chain was slammed back and slashed at him.

At the last moment, Deathbell hurriedly put his knife in front of him, and did his best to dissolve the momentum of the butcher's knife, narrowly avoiding the fate of being cut in two.

The tiger's mouth cracked, the arm began to tremble uncontrollably, and Deathstroke turned his head to look at the butcher.

The opponent's three-meter body swelled again, and the breastplate was covered with countless dense scarlet coats, which made those who looked directly dizzy from a distance.

"Fresh flesh!"

The butcher tossed the chewed "meat skewers" aside and charged.

The demon-like body is bloated but not cumbersome, plowing a passage in the wind and snow.

Death Knell's heart was filled with despair, he stood in the snow, holding two knives weakly, and roared in the sky: "Leader of the demons, when will you wait?!" ”

The call was answered.

A figure emerged from the canopy, holding a Spanish-style bowl-mounted handguard sword, a meter-long, flattened diamond-shaped blade that pierced the butcher's eye socket.

Lars El Gul had been on the sidelines until he finally found his way to make a move.

What the Assassin asked for was a one-hit kill.

After hundreds of years of training, his skills have been perfected, and even a steel plate of the same thickness can be pierced with a sword.

The slender bayonet pierced through the butcher's helmet, and the blade of dozens of centimeters was exposed to the air, and blood even slowly dripped from the smooth blade.

But the butcher was still standing.

The leader of the assassins stirred the hilt of his sword in disbelief, and the palms hidden under the bowl's guards turned a little pale.

The butcher raised his hand and reached behind his back, his large palm pinching the blade of the toothpick-like sword.

The blade of the special alloy was indistinguishable from a noodle in its hand, and the butcher effortlessly snapped the sword, grinning at the incredulous gaze of Lars Gul El.

"You've hurt me, little bug."

The leader of the Assassins retreated, but the butcher was a little faster than him.

The flesh hook hooked his ankle, and the tendon snapped in response.

Without hesitation, Lars El Gul drew his broken sword and severed the calf attached to the meat hook.

"Fire support is needed." Even at this moment, the leader was still not half flustered, he dragged his stump back quickly, held down the communication headset, and said without a trace of emotion: "Dispatch all gunships." ”