More and more people fell at the feet of Di Li'er, no one could survive under her hands for ten seconds, as Bekuin's personal guard, the bewitching Di Li'er is not a vase, she has enough qualifications to be proud of others, she was already a fifth-level high-level imperial reformer before she became a mutant. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And more importantly, as Becuin's personal bodyguard, the mutant genetic modification reagent she injected is higher than that of other mutants in terms of purity and quality.

As a result, the blood poison of the prototype has less of a suppressive effect on her than the others, at least she can alienate a small part of her body tissue.

Almost unstoppable, Dyriel quickly left the others behind, and she had to connect with the mutants on the opposite side as soon as possible, because only then could she completely disintegrate the Angel of Death's defensive formation from within. And Becuin is still watching him, and she must show her strength in order to make that obnoxious Angelil feel the power of the Empire.

In fact, she did vividly demonstrate the near-complete gunfighting technique, the power of close combat, the real gunfighting technique, not only limited to gunpowder weapons.

Every slash of the scarlet blade takes a life with it, and that's how Dyliel has been fighting her way through the enemy pack, until she meets him.

"Naru!" It was the hum of Dyliel's blade slash in the air.

Di Li'er opened her eyes in some surprise, because the sword completely slashed into the air, without touching her opponent in the slightest.

"Naru!" The scarlet blade swung again, but still to no avail.

And it was only at this moment that Di Lier finally focused her attention on the opponent in front of her.

Devil!

It was the most appropriate word that Dilier could think of for a moment, and the dried black-brown blood scab filled every detail of his body, as if he had become one with him.

The blood that was still fresh was stained with the original blood scab, and it quickly merged with them, and the thick smell of blood was enough to make people sick, and his hair was stained with thick blood plasma, and its original color was no longer visible.

And how many dead lives did those thick blood scabs and scarlet plasma come from? It's hard to tell.

When all of this outward appearance, combined with his indifferent, almost empty eyes, devil, this is indeed the best word that Dyliel can think of.

At this moment, Di Lier's slight distraction almost caused her to suffer a fatal blow.

A hand covered in blood scabs was clasped tightly around her throat, incredibly fast.

But Di Lier has great strength after all, and when her throat was just being caught, the instantaneous alienation ability made her neck thinner slightly, and she quickly retreated from it.

Di Li'er quickly took a few steps back, and there were five clear red marks on her white neck, which came from the brief contact of her opponent, making her have no doubt that if she didn't escape in time, her trachea would definitely have been torn apart.

"Smack!" Dyliel paused for a moment, then quickly drew her gun and fired.

But the shot didn't hit the enemy she was trying to hit, and only an innocent corpse fell to the ground.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

Dyliel fired three shots steadily in order to strive for maximum accuracy, but the devil-like shadow, except for a pause when she fired, the rest of the time, was steadily moving towards her. What was even more terrifying was that he easily avoided all the shots.

Dilier's pupils shrank, and she finally felt a little frightened, but at the same time, the mutants who had been left behind by him finally caught up with her, so she squinted and turned to retreat.

"Up! Kill him! Dilier cried out loudly, her full chest shaking violently up and down.

As a result, the black-pressed mutants of the empire instantly drowned out the lonely figure.

However, when a dozen mutants swarmed up to tear him apart, his indifferent, almost mechanical eyes finally flashed a scarlet blood light.

"Huh!" A piercing screech vibrated the eardrums, and it was the overlap of countless buzzing.

Countless red rays instantly pierced the crowd, it was not overwhelmed by the crowd, on the contrary, it drowned the crowd.

The sound of cracking, the sound of bones cracking, the sound of lightsabers vibrating, the sound of corpses falling to the ground, the lonely figure finally stepped on a lifeless corpse, still expressionless as he walked forward, and no one could stop him!

Dilil stared blankly at everything that was happening in front of her, slaughter, this is the purest slaughter, the mutant who was supposed to be a tiger into the flock, but in an instant, he became a lamb under the butcher's knife.

The red light that struck from his hand was like the sharp fangs of the devil, and he sliced not only the throats of his enemies, but also the fear they hid beneath their madness.

Dilier was finally completely panicked, the fresh blood that had fallen from the devil was scarlet and sticky, he was like a blood demon coming out of a pool of blood, all of which could cause the most primitive fear in people.

At this moment, Di Liel finally met the eyes of this devil.

And in the next moment, her delicate body rose from the ground, because the devil, which rushed forward like lightning, once again grabbed her throat and lifted her body high.

Di Li'er struggled in vain, this time the power of alienation could no longer bring her any help, and the hand like a steel tong tightly clamped her.

For the first time, Dyliel felt that death was so close to her.

Di Lier closed her eyes gently, quietly waiting for the last moment of her life.

But a deafening roar pulled her back from the brink of death.

"Stop! You filthy brute! ”

Beku's angry roar spread to every corner of the battlefield.

The blood-colored cloak rattled as a result of the friction of the air currents brought on by the rapid sprint.

"Get on your knees!" The roar of anger was terrifying, and it was the grandeur and majesty of nature.

The lonely figure's expression finally changed, and there was an indescribable irony on his bloodstained face.

So he let go of his hand and casually threw Di Lier out of his hand.

Bekuin seemed satisfied with his opponent's "well-behavedness", and he nodded his arrogant head, "Very good, now, kneel for me!" ”

The lonely figure tilted its head, as if savoring the words.

"Get down on your knees, and I'll give you the right to know my name!" Becuin looked at him majestically, as he did in the Empire.

But alas, this is not the Empire, and the devilish figure is not his servant.

"Bang!" It was the vibration of fists and muscles colliding!

Becuin snorted, and his body took five steps backwards, and finally he almost lost his feet.

"Damn and despicable bugs! How dare you run into the great Count Becouin! Your fate will be judged! Bekuin roared angrily, and he removed his blood-colored cloak and threw it into the air.

The originally tall and burly body swelled and grew larger again under the power of alienation, except for the fact that he could not see the sharp bone blades or bone spurs that came out of the alienation, Bekuin is now not much different from the completely alienated mutants, from the more perfect mutant genetic modification reagent, so that he has been able to get rid of the influence of some blood poison and release the first stage of alienation power.

And this is also the biggest reliance on Bekuin's courage to enter the battlefield!

"Say your name! It is a great honor for me to fight against the great Earl of Becune! Bekuin roared low and hoarse, his knotted muscles hideous and terrifying, he stood like a hill in the middle of the battlefield, and the momentum unleashed by one man was comparable to that of an army.

"Name? Dead people are not entitled to know my name. The hoarse voice rubbed between the devil's throat, and his tone was stiff and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"But you can remember another person's name, Art."

"Because all of you will be his burial objects!!" Van roared hoarsely and low, buried his deepest fury!