Chapter 41: The Fall of Fire

Wu Xingping is encountering an enemy he has never seen before.

They were a troop that roamed the city of misty blood, with two awakened people in the ranks—a name that had been passed down from Mukden.

It is with these two people that they can ensure safety in this new capital city full of crises.

Their communications equipment is always in working order, keeping in touch with Mukden and the survivors of the city.

And this group of survivors here had already made contact with them a few days ago.

At that time, when they heard the news that there was another awakened person here, they were all very happy - if another awakened person was added to the team, then they would be a little more sure of leaving Xinjing.

They are not stupid, they know that even if there are two awakened people in charge, those blood-red vines all over Xinjing have the ability to kill them, and now they don't do it just to see that they are difficult to bite and are unwilling to take action immediately.

And if they leave the city, these blood-colored vines will probably not be ignored.

However, at this moment, the fourth awakened person appeared in the field to everyone's surprise.

Wu Xingping didn't expect that the person who had just ordered the bombardment turned out to be a genuine awakened person.

He watched as the burly figure jumped down from the height of the seventh floor in the skylight of the sky, and a sharp flashing cannonball was thrown out of the air.

He didn't know what it was, only the terrifying threat it contained.

However, all this happened so quickly that Wu Xingping only had time to let out a loud shout as a reminder, and the cannonball exploded in the middle of their ranks.

It was a massive particle cannonball.

Wu Xingping watched as the soldier who was hit by the bombardment exploded into blood clots, and under the shock wave and explosion, the seven or eight people around him broke their bones and tendons in an instant, and their arms and thighs were blown away.

Even himself, who was standing at the front of the line, was swept away by this cannonball.

At this moment, the last reconciliation he held was gone.

Wu Xingping felt the scorching pain on his body, and shouted angrily in the wail and flames: "Fire!" ”

He'd seen firsthand how terrifying the Awakened were.

Fortunately, the heavy fire position was not affected, and the soldier directly ripped off the infrared night vision device, carried the rocket launcher, and instantly triggered a thunderous shot of counterattack.

Wu Xingping watched as the missile with a long tail flame sank into the depths of the dense fog and was detonated in mid-air by an oncoming second particle cluster shell.

The dense fog was swept away by the shockwave, and the dense scarlet vines on the ground seemed to be frightened by such a fierce and terrifying battle, and began to squirm and contract.

However, Wu Xingping, as the captain of this team, changed his face again and again.

Get out of here.

"Spread out!"

As he spoke, a third particle cannonball flew in.

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The fog in front of the burly Caucasian man was dissipating in the bulging shock wave, and the figure in the thick fog became clear, and he slowly lowered his right hand, and the third shot killed at least five more people.

But he wasn't happy about it.

The man took out a tube of needle and plunged it into his neck without hesitation, injecting all the liquid into his body before he felt the strength return to his body.

The position of the bazooka just now was bombarded by him, and there were still bullets flying in his direction in the dense fog that had not yet dispersed.

The remnants were spreading into the depths of the mist, and they didn't give up the fight back despite the crushing three shots.

The Caucasian snorted coldly, and raised his eyes to look at the seventeen-story building behind him—if it weren't for these miscellaneous fish, those two awakened people would have been in his pocket at this moment.

The next moment, he raised his right hand again in a direction deep in the fog.

The pulses resonated, and layers of light lit up above his arms.

A fourth cannonball of terror with a positive charge roared out!

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Wu Xingping moved across the ground, and there were only six voices left in his team's internal channels, including himself.

His heart is dripping blood, this is the soldier he brought out single-handedly, after the end of the world, they have become a top existence like a sharp knife, otherwise they would not have been sent to pick up an awakened person.

However, after only three cannons, there were already so many people left in his team.

Wu Xingping had already left the vacuum zone of dense fog that had been swept away by the shock wave several times before, trying to hide his figure in the dense fog.

And the downside of this is that he can't pinpoint the location of the awakened man, he can only rely on his years of experience to judge the possible position to shoot.

In the process, he also has to maintain rapid movement.

The corridor was filled with muffled, chaotic voices, some repeating the retreat, others roaring to fight back.

More than a dozen people, say no, it's gone.

But Wu Xingping knew that they didn't have the capital to fight against that guy at all.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden murmur in his channel.

At this moment, the captain looked up and saw a dazzling arc of light in the thick fog.

The next moment, an earth-shattering explosion was heard in the depths of the fog, followed by the crackling sound of bricks and stones rolling down.

The channel returns to normal at the same moment.

Wu Xingping's heart sank, and he moved at high speed again, panting: "Report the number of people." ”

Only four people responded to him.

However, at this moment, the channel was again noisy, and the arc of light once again lightning pierced through the dense fog, and two loud noises rang out almost in equal order, and another voice in the channel fell silent forever.

Wu Xingping gasped and howled heart-rending in the channel: "Run!" Come on! How far can you run, how far you can run! ”

Just two shots were enough for him to locate the man.

He told the others to run, and rushed to the Awakened Man's position with his gun in hand.

However, the next shot was accompanied by another interference in the channel.

One man died.

The dense fog in front of Wu Xingping's eyes had become much thinner, and the silhouette of the awakened man was already visible to the naked eye.

And in his channel, the last voice seemed to have finally thought of something, excitedly excited: "Bio-electromagnetic pulse!" Bio-EMP Resonance! -- It's a living ......."

Wu Xingping watched as a ray of light lit up in the mist that was close at hand, flying above his head in an instant, and the explosion exploded right behind him!

Wu Xingping let out a howl, he ripped off his headphones, carried the assault rifle and fired wildly, the bullet was gone, he threw off the gun, and pulled out the sharp tactical dagger from his waist.

And he finally broke out of the fog and saw the burly figure like a mountain.

The fog was blown away by the explosion, and the tall Caucasian stood in the middle of the blood-red vine-lined street, watching the distorted man.

Raising his hand, a small particle cannonball whistled out and exploded at Wu Xingping's feet.

The violent man was directly thrown out, and one leg was blown out in an instant.

Wu Xingping rolled down in a pool of blood, and he couldn't even hold the knife in his hand.

The soldier raised his head in the river of blood, and the corners of his mouth oozed blood: "Who are you?" ”

The Caucasian man looked at this man with interest, his right hand slowly raised, and the aura lit up on his arm again.

Then he opened his mouth, authentic Chinese, word by word.

"The seventh disciple of the Holy Judgment.

"Firefall

"—Oberhausen."

Under the blood-colored sky, in the depths of the thick and indissolvable fog, the sound of explosions could be heard far away.

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