The scarlet blood mist became thicker and thicker, like a mist that made it difficult to see far away, and the fierce battles spread everywhere, and the corpses that fell to the ground were difficult to count. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The collision of flesh with flesh, the mixture of blood and blood, Van walked on a muddy road, a mixture of crushed pieces of flesh and mixed blood.

The thick smell of blood was everywhere, and the corpses that had fallen to the ground were everywhere.

"Tick, tick." It was a gray-clad ice machine stuck in the wall with a gray lightsaber, and the sound of blood dripping from the corner of its mouth in a pool of blood.

And the handle of the lightsaber is firmly in the hands of a tall mutant.

"Poof, poof, poof." The gray blade was interspersed back and forth on his body, and a thick layer of blood scabs had formed on the original gray blade.

"Enough Benjeka, don't waste time."

"Wait a little longer, I won't believe they can really be silent!" Benjeka still didn't stop moving.

But the gray-clothed ice weapon that he wore back and forth with the blade of his sword was really like a cold machine, without making a sound from beginning to end, and his face was expressionless from beginning to end.

The pain of the blazing lightsaber passing through his body made even the other people who witnessed it tingle a little, but until the gray-clothed ice weapon was completely out of life, his expression remained unchanged as if it had been frozen.

"Spit!" Benjeka spat out a mouthful of saliva, "Are these guys having their pain nerves cut off?!" He finally stopped what he was doing.

"Angel of Death is just such a little trick." A female mutant chuckled.

"Hmph, don't forget who almost broke us up before using the blood poison!"

"Ralph, that's because we're scattered, otherwise it's still the Angel of Death who will fail!"

"Okay Murray, there's no need to quarrel with the captain over this little thing." Benjeka dropped the lightsaber, "Let's go to the next location, these 'robots' are a bit tricky anyway." ”

"Captain?" Benjeka looked at Ralph, who was suddenly frowning, with some confusion.

And following Ralph's gaze, a figure slowly walked out of the blood mist in the distance.

"Angel of Death?" Benjeka muttered under his breath.

When the figure finally cleared out of the blood mist, Benjeka was stunned at first, then almost laughing.

"A low-level Angel of Death? Could it be that there are still low-level angels of death who are still alive? ”

As the captain, Ralph remained silent, his scarlet eyes staring closely at the man opposite, but both in terms of his attire and the weapons he was wearing, this style clearly belonged to the low-level Angel of Death.

But how could a low-level Angel of Death survive until now? Ralph frowned slightly.

"Captain, let me go, leave such a little bug to me!" Benjeka strode forward and rushed straight in the direction of Van .

Fan looked indifferently at the opponent who rushed towards him with a sinister smile on his face, and his pace of progress did not change in the slightest, even if there was no change in the rhythm of his breathing.

Benjeka stopped suddenly, he tilted his head to look at Van and grinned ugly with a big hideous mouth, "Poor little bug, you shouldn't be left behind, right?" Do you want me to help you find your way home? ”

Fan's face was still indifferent, and he slowly walked towards his opponent step by step.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you going to be eroded by blood poison and become a fool?" Benjeka laughed playfully.

But looking at Fan, who was still expressionless, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Are you learning from those gray robots who are already dead?" Do you think that scares me? He casually picked up a lightsaber at his feet, "Then I have a question now, can you feel as painless as they do!" ”

Benjeka grinned cruelly and swung her gray blade and stabbed at Van head-on!

"Huh!"

The blood-colored light flickered in the blood mist, and if it weren't for the buzzing that accompanied the blood, most people would have ignored this blood light, because it stayed for so short a time, so short that it was only a blink of an eye.

Tread, step, step.

It was a steady pace without a hint of change.

He walked past Benjeka who stood there as if he were nothing more than air.

When a light breeze blew from nowhere, Benjeka, who was standing still, finally moved, divided into two parts.

Part of the head, part of the body.

Poof.

It was the sound of a corpse falling.

"Benjaca!" Looking at Benjeca, who was separated in the blink of an eye, Murray screamed. But the fighting instinct she had cultivated over the years allowed her to get rid of her fear and enter the battle in an instant.

"Bang Bang!" Three gunshots in quick succession disturbed the silence of the blood mist.

The still, suspended blood mist seemed to be disturbed by the sound of gunfire, and flowed somewhat slowly.

No, the flowing blood mist did not come from the sound of gunfire, but from a figure as fast as lightning.

Murray held the trigger tightly, and her tense muscles could get into the best fighting state at any time, but the premise of entering the fight was that she needed an opponent, or to be exact, she needed to find her opponent.

But in the direction her muzzle is pointing, how can there be half a figure?

"Boom." Murray swallowed softly.

Because a fiery dagger is right up her throat!

"Are you looking for me?"

Brahmana's almost murmuring tone was like the whisper of the devil.

"Team, captain......" Murray's voice suddenly cut off, like a radio without electricity.

A dagger pierced her throat deeply, tearing her windpipe and burning everything in her.

Van quietly hugged Murray's body like this, and the vulture lion in his left hand was inserted motionlessly into Murray's throat until she completely stopped breathing and her body became cold.

Poof.

Van let go of his hand and allowed the corpse, which had lost its strength, to lay down.

Then, his unwavering eyes looked indifferently at the only remaining Ralph.

"Who the hell are you!" A hoarse, dry voice echoed through the scarlet blood mist, and Ralph clenched the short gun in his hand, the only thing he could rely on now.

"I, who is it?" Van muttered softly, "Does it matter?" No, it doesn't matter. He asked himself.

"You don't need to know who killed you is, you just need to remember who you were buried for." Van paused slightly, "Art, remember this name." ”

Shout!

It was a rapid sound of breaking the air.

Perverse!

It's the excited hiss of the vulture!

Poof, Ralph fell to his knees, clutching his neck tremblingly, but the blood gushed out like a flood that burst its banks.

"Ho, ho." He let out a mournful cry of incomprehension, and there was disbelief in his eyes.

Quick, too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to make any preparations, so fast that he didn't use even a single point of Imperial Spear Fighting Technique, the red mang just flashed away, and his life ended in this flash.

"Ahh Ralph hissed and fell to the ground.

Click, click, click.

Van walked on the blood-soaked street, the blood-colored smoke obscuring his figure, he left nothing but silent death, the sound of his footsteps trampling in scarlet blood.

It's a bloody sonata!