When wailing became the only sound in the otherwise silent valley, despair spread to the deepest recesses of each inhabitant's body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The executioners who have gone crazy are slaughtering fresh lives like slaughtering pigs and sheep. There is not a trace of pity, there is no sympathy.

Bora was desperate and equally regretful that he had brought these demons into the valley.

Of course, he knew the identities of these people, and he already knew the true identities of these people from the beginning, but he almost completely gave up his vigilance when he was lucky, especially when the rich fruits of their hunting together were in front of him.

"They're just staying here." Bora was so relieved of himself, and he had to be so relieved of himself.

The sudden increase in the number of displaced people overburdened the entire valley, and he had to choose to do so in order to get enough food.

This is a single-plank bridge with no end, and no matter how he chooses, all that leads to the end is nothingness. The only thing that has changed is the amount of time he can move forward on this single-plank bridge.

He did not regret that he had chosen such a path, which he had been doomed from the moment he left the organization.

He had long been tired of killing, and whenever he killed those unarmed homeless, he always felt heartfelt palpitations, but he was just an ordinary and ordinary low-level reformer, and the only task he could perform was to kill the homeless people who caused chaos.

In the midst of pain and conflict, he finally made a decision, he left the organization, and established order in this valley. And the reason is because he wants to atone for his sins, for the sins he has committed in the past.

So whatever the true identity of the outcasts is, as long as they come to his valley, he will do his best to provide for them.

And it is precisely because of this that the situation in front of us has been created.

The sudden arrival of the displaced people was clearly driven by someone, and the reformers from the empire were invisibly forcing their cooperation by such simple means.

At this time, he had long been firmly bound, bound to those who still had the slightest ability to resist, and they were facing the bloody and brutal slaughter.

The cruel sight almost tore Bora's will, and he wailed and begged in pain, but to no avail.

"You will be destroyed, you are destined to be destroyed! The Angel of Death will not allow you to invade your territory! Bora roared, her scarlet eyes bloodshot.

"But unfortunately, this is not the territory of the Angel of Death." At some point, he stepped out of the wooden building and patted Bora on the head as if he were petting a puppy.

"In a border land like this, it is easy for an inter-organization confrontation to break out into war. Guess if the Angel of Death will start a possible war for the sake of your group of refugees? Caimen chuckled.

Bora's pained face suddenly pulled a mocking arc, "You don't know the Angel of Death too well. ”

"Really? Then you don't know much about the empire either. Caiman shrugged easily.

"You're destined to die, because you have no idea how terrible the person who is about to kill you is." Bora took a deep breath, and at this point he remembered Van who had survived from under his pupil's eyes.

The indifferent eyes that Fanna stared at him were the indifference to life that only reformers who had experienced the survival trial could have, and the strength that every Angel of Death transformer who survived the survival trial could possess was by no means limited by a simple rank.

"If I'm going to die, I promise you'll die before me." Caimen patted Bora on the cheek.

Bora suddenly chuckled, "I'm not afraid of death, but what about you?" He asked rhetorically.

Caimen was suddenly suffocated, a little speechless, he still had a bright future waiting for him, how could he die in such a remote barren land?

"Fear, you are destined to die in fear." Bora laughed out loud, the mocking tone of mind being the only damage he could inflict on Caiman.

"Big brother is here! Big brother is coming! Suddenly, Hitomi shouted loudly from the wooden building.

"He's coming, he's coming, you're all going to die, you're all going to die! Hahaha! Bora laughed wildly, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.

If the blood can burn, Fan hopes that he can have boiling blood at this time.

Killing was the norm for him, but at that time he was in the middle of it, and when he looked at the brutal killing in front of him from the perspective of a bystander, it was a new experience.

Therefore, he will be more angry, he will be more painful, and the sin he has caused in the past is like the sin he witnessed before his eyes, almost tearing his heart apart.

Reloading, pulling bolts, shooting, the roar of AWM's anger masked the wails of pain, one butcher fell, and then another.

The roaring AWM was like a call from death, taking away a sinful butcher with his hands steady each time.

The reformers from the Empire have finally panicked, one moment they are rampant slaughterers, the next they are lambs to the slaughter.

Until the roaring AWM had already harvested three lives, they hadn't even been able to locate the attacker's position. Because he was at a speed that was too fast for the eye to catch, the jagged tents and wooden houses became his natural cover. And every time he appears, it marks the death of another sinful life.

"Doesn't he even need to aim?" This question is a question in the hearts of almost all reformers from the Empire.

"Spread out and find cover!" Caimen yelled, and then dodged into the wooden building.

But almost as soon as his voice ended, the sound of heavy assault rifles began to resound through the valley.

Art rushed over first, the assault rifle in his hand spewed tongues of fire, and behind him was Mu who followed closely behind, and the two of them caused a powerful fire suppression one after the other, and those low-level imperial reformers could only dodge in a hurry.

The machine gun in Art's hand was firing aimlessly, as long as it was a living creature, he would use them as a target, of course, the Imperial Transhuman was his main target.

He strictly carried out the task of purging, and killing was the order of life for him, the difference was only that of killing and killing.

"Nope! It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this! Bora looked desperately at what was happening in front of her, "Didn't the organization come to save us, why did it still end up killing?!" ”

"We are not armed! We're not armed!! We haven't broken any Angel of Death laws, but why should the Order purge us! Bora let out a bitter growl.

Then a sudden red figure stood firmly behind him.

Feeling the powerful aura of the transformer behind him, Bora crawled on the ground in despair.

"Kill me, there's no difference between you, there's no difference." Bora muttered under her breath and closed her eyes in pain.

But then he felt the ropes that bound him be cut.

"Run, run as far as you can, I'll give you a chance to live." The mandala whispered softly in his ear.

By the time Bora finally broke free from his despair, there was no one behind him.

He struggled only for a moment, and then immediately turned around and rushed into the wooden building, where there was still a trapped Hitomi.

Van constantly shuttles between low tents and cabins, like a lurker preyding, and even in the daytime, his form is almost impossible to lock.

"Huh!" The special hum of the vulture lion suddenly sounded, and the red light instantly cut through the wooden wall, Fan drew his sword and continued to move forward, and once again stabbed his backhand sword into the side wooden door during the run, the red light disappeared, and Fan left the area almost without stopping.

Then the corpses of two Imperial reformers armed with short guns fell behind him, and these two guys, who originally tried to be hunters, became prey at the last moment.

Vent! Vent! Vanna's boiling blood almost broke through the restraints of his body.

He was tormented by the horror before him, because there were human corpses that had been slaughtered everywhere, but it was this pain that deepened his sin, because his mission was to rid the area of all life, and these dead people, if not at the hands of the Imperials, would sooner or later die at his hands.

When the two extremes of redemption and killing come at the same time, Van finds that his hope for light can only be extravagant, and between organization and self, he is like a boat floating in a storm, hell to the left and hell to the right.