As a lone Assassin, Deathstroke had always hated being helped, and for the same reason he had asked his employer to arrange for him to be teammates. But now, even he had to admit that he might have finished playing without Eric's help.www.biquge.info

Dense beams of bullets and lasers bounced across the armor of the Alpha Alpha, and Eric completely ignored the dense firepower around him, like a sharp knife shuttling between the formations of the mech soldiers, and everywhere he passed, there was no discomfort in the sky, and the figures flew wildly, like a harvester with full power.

Although he only played everyone in this phalanx for one round at most, Eric could see that this group of people was not a general generation. They have high-intensity fighting skills, far beyond the combat ability that ordinary army soldiers can match, and every detail of their movements and moves reveals the combat ideas and qualities of the best soldiers.

If it were a fair match, Eric would have no chance of winning when two of these fighters joined together. But it is a pity for them that the current situation is not in the venue of the tournament.

If you can't match the skills and tactics, then simply crush the past with absolute strength. Eric is now wearing super mode armor, and his non-human terrifying power alone is invincible enough to be invincible among ordinary people.

In front of him, three mecha-clad warriors stepped up side by side, each raising his hand to reveal a high-tech lightsaber like in a science fiction movie, and stabbing at the same time with tacit understanding, skillfully enveloping many vital points in Eric's body. If it were an ordinary person, he would have to retreat at this time because he had no time to take care of it, but Eric rushed straight up as if he didn't see it at all, letting the three lightsabers "clang" across the armor, but they were unscathed.

With a thunderous attack, the mask on the face of one of the three swordsmen was shattered, and blood flew out of his mouth and nose at the same time and fell; Another man's back was shattered by a punch, and shards of armor splattered among the blood; The last man was swept off both of his legs by a domineering sweep, groaning and falling to the ground. Eric's three hits were almost completed at the same time, and the three of them didn't even have a chance to avoid it, and it felt like it was completely the sense of déjà vu of the tyrannical first-level novice village of the full-level god.

By this time, the other party had clearly realized that even if one division of troops came, it would be impossible to stop Eric, so the soldiers in armor also distanced themselves intentionally or unintentionally. Several VTOL fighters approached with a few vertical take-off and landing fighters hanging in the air, and a rain of bullets and stray bullets rained down in the direction of Eric and Knell.

The firepower of a small army almost rivaled that exploded in a street, and the streets were engulfed in flames, the light of which was reflected in half of the sky, and the clouds seemed to be set on fire.

The smoke cleared, but in the middle of the shattered block was a transparent green shield, like a spherical bubble standing in the middle of the smoke, protecting Eric and Deathstroke in the middle.

Deathstroke snorted, "Don't think that this will make me thank you." ”

"I didn't think about it that way at all." Eric said lightly, "We just need information about your daughter, so it will bother me if you hang up now, that's all." ”

"Hmph, that's for the best."

Knell is not the kind of person who will be grateful and approve of you as a friend because you saved his life, he is a pure money worshipper who believes in the supremacy of profit. But because of this, he is never ambiguous only in the exchange of benefits, and if you give him a benefit, then he will also be happy to offer you something of equal value in exchange.

Of course, that's about it. If he had to kill you next time because of the need for profit, he would never hesitate because you saved his life, he is such a person - not a good person, but absolutely firm.

"New mission, Death Knell." "Until I come back, try not to die." ”

"What?"

But Eric didn't say more, and after removing the shield, he soared into the air, turning into a green meteor and heading straight for the fighters in the air, exploding in mid-air with a series of cannon fire mixed with green light, like summer fireworks.

The moment the green light shield was lost, the bullets rained down everywhere, and Deathstroke hurriedly rolled on its side and hid behind a boulder, the back of which was swept away by the rain of bullets and splashed debris.

Although he had only been given a brief moment of respite just now, with Knell's amazing self-healing ability, he had recovered half of his injuries, and his normal movements were basically not affected.

At this time, the large number of soldiers who had just withdrawn also re-encircled, some with guns and some with swords, cautiously approaching the bunker where Death Knell was.

They thought it was a turtle in an urn, but it was just an attempt to catch an assassin who was already covered in bruises.

Knell replaced the submachine gun with a new magazine, and drew his blood-stained sword in his other hand.

They were wrong. Even if they were covered in bruises, the people they had to face were still extremely dangerous.

A grenade rolled out from behind the rocks first, and with a "boom" burst out a large amount of light and heat. The warriors in armor cautiously stopped, observing the flames.

But it was this cautious pause that gave the death knell a chance.

At this moment, the figure that emerged from the flames was like a messenger of hell, his armor was dragging flickering flames, the blood-colored blade was burned by the flames, and the submachine gun roared to the limit, spitting tongues of fire in all directions.

The armor provided protection for the warriors, but it also made the stupid mask a prime target. The flaming Deathstroke Sword slashed out strings of blood, and a large amount of blood sprayed onto the two-colored mask, making him look even more hideous.

This large number of warriors were well-trained and well-trained, and they still had absolute superiority in equipment, and their opponents had been seriously wounded, but even with such a huge advantage, they were still slaughtered and crushed by Deathstroke alone, which shows that Deathstroke is worthy of his long list of gorgeous titles.

The fighters in the air seemed to accidentally throw a stray bullet in this direction during Eric's fierce battle, and unfortunately exploded not far from Deathstroke. Knell was hit by shmelage in the leg and back of the heart, and the whole person flew out lightly, landing in the middle of the rubble.

The blood-red sword flew out of his hand, thudging into the crack in the stone a few paces in front of him. Knell gasped violently, his mouth and nose were covered with blood, and even his lungs were filled with blood. His consciousness had begun to drift, and he had difficulty concentrating, but he knew that the battle was not over, and he had not yet reached the time to fall.

He struggled to crawl towards the long sword in front of him, and held out his hand tremblingly.

Just as he climbed to about a meter or so away from the long sword, a pair of red boots came into his eyes.

"Ha, I didn't expect to meet again under such circumstances." The man shouted in a cheap and funny voice, and pulled out the sword that Death Knell had planted in the ground, "How are you doing?" Oh, look at what I asked, I guess the usual state covered in blood can't be considered 'okay', right? Woo, that's miserable. ”

Knell looked up with great difficulty, saw the appearance of the person who came, and exclaimed, "Wade!?" No way, you ...... Aren't you dead?! ”