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The sparse sound of gunfire echoed on the battlefield, and a group of angels of death dressed in gray were driven together by nearly a hundred mutants, like a group of driven prey.

Most of the ice weapons were wounded all over their bodies, and most of them were gunshot wounds, but fortunately, the location of the gunshot wounds was not enough to make them incapacitated, although their abilities were suppressed, but the strong reflex nerves still allowed them to avoid the vital points at critical moments.

Da, da, da.

A mutant shot indiscriminately with a short gun in the air, and the sparse sound of gunfire was like a mockery of the ice machines.

"Run? You run for me! The mutant with the gun up laughed loudly.

"Kusa, don't waste bullets."

"Do I need you to remind me?" Kusa glared fiercely at the speaker.

The mutant warrior who was staring at Kusa swallowed his words hard, anyway, he really didn't have the right to remind Kusa, after all, Kusa's title was one level higher than him.

Kusa pursed his lips in disdain, and continued to shoot indiscriminately as if in a demonstration, until a huge hand grasped his gun-wielding hand.

"What people!" Kusa was furious, as the viscount of the empire, he was used to being in a high position, and few people dared to challenge his authority, as for someone who dared to hold his hand? This was something he could never have imagined before.

So Kusa turned angrily, but when he turned to look at the owner of the giant hand, and the golden family crest on his chest, all his pent-up anger was instantly poured out.

The huge shadow obscured almost all of his vision, and the thick arms protruding from the blood-colored cloak were the thickness of his thighs!

Poof, Kusa fell to his knees and bowed his head in an almost prostrate position, "Forgive me for my rudeness, Lord Count Becuin! Cusa's face was almost pressed against the floor.

"Your name, Rusher!" A female mutant in extremely leaky clothing whispered, she seemed to be in the midst of extreme rage at the moment, her full breasts almost jumping out under the violent gasp.

"Kusa, Kusa Duke, honorable waiter, I am absolutely unintentional!"

"Hehe, from that filthy Duke family?" The other female mutant chuckled, compared to the previous one, she was dressed conservatively, and her whole body was wrapped in a tight black combat suit, but because of this, her perfect devilish body that was enough to make people crazy showed even more fatal temptation!

"Kusa Duke." Count Becouin muttered in a low voice, mellow and deep.

Then he stepped straight over Cusa's body, as if stepping over a dirty obstacle.

Two female waiters, one on the left and one on the right, followed him closely, not leaving an inch.

And Kusa was still almost trembling and prostrate on the ground, he would never dare to stand up on his own without Becuin's forgiveness, and the reason for all this was not only Becuin's strength, or his title, but more importantly, the huge family he came from, the Caroline family.

The contemporary Grand Duke Caroline is the key person who developed the mutant technology, and when he finally grasped the secrets of the prototype in the gloomy bunker, the Grand Duke Caroline, who has been suppressed by his political enemies, relied on the mutant warriors transformed from high-level reformers to slaughter all his enemies in one night.

No one dared to stop him, and no one could stop him, Grand Duke Caroline, who had gone mad because of the loss of his daughter, had already transformed himself into a mutant, and before that, he was already a ninth-level Grand Duke of Imperial Power!

So now, the Caroline family has almost controlled the lifeblood of the empire, they are the number one family in the empire, and when it is rumored that the Grand Duke Caroline has found his long-lost daughter, no one in the empire dares to disobey Caroline's majesty.

Because everyone in the know knows that the daughter of Grand Duke Caroline, Purple Pupil Caroline, is his first and most perfect "work", he poured all his heart and soul into his daughter, and it is precisely because of this that the innocent and young Purple Pupil Caroline was kidnapped on that scarlet night many years ago.

Ordinary mutant warriors are still terrifying, but how terrifying can the purple pupils who have been poured all her heart and soul into by Grand Duke Caroline reach? No one can tell.

As for the rumors that she has been dead for many years, but in the face of the facts, no one can really say what happened on that bloody night many years ago.

Therefore, when Cusa realized that he was actually Becuin from Caroline, he could only hang his proud head, even if he came from the Duke family, one of the ten great families of the empire, it was completely unhelpful.

All those who angered Caroline were purged and destroyed.

Bekuin was like the king of the patrols, and all the people who were in his way automatically carved out a path for him.

Becuin finally stopped, and he silently stared at the Angels of Death who had been driven together.

"Is this the ultimate weapon of the Angel of Death?" Becuin asked softly.

"My lord, under Caroline's power, all weapons will lose their usefulness." The scantily clad waiter said respectfully.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, I should have come here sooner, maybe I'd have met a formidable opponent, a qualified one, and then I could have gloriously cut off his head and make him another collector's item of mine, instead of facing this herd of lambs to the slaughter." Becuin sighed, seemingly genuinely disappointed.

"My lord, your power is hard to match in the Empire, how can you find an opponent in the dying Angel of Death?" The sloppy waiter continued.

Becuin smiled lowly, not at all humble about the waiter's words, yes, Becuin does have such qualifications, as one of the best descendants of the new generation of the Caroline family, he not only became a high-level transhuman, but also survived successfully after being injected with the mutant gene.

Therefore, even if Bekuin has left behind the aura of the family, he is still a genius who is strong enough to be admired.

"Then let this boring battle end early, go to Diliel, and lead them to put an end to this herd of lambs." Becuin said lightly.

"Yes, my lord." Di Li'er, who was dressed in a leaky outfit, leaned over, and the turbulent waves swayed back and forth with her.

"As for you, Angelil, let us watch this killing feast in silence, and I hope that after this, you Yama will truly feel the power of the Empire."

"I'll see, Lord Bekuin Caroline." Angelil, dressed in a leotard, nodded yes.

Bekuin smiled lowly, and the wide blood-colored cloak trembled lightly in the blood mist, like a bloody demon king.

Di Li'er's slender white legs stepped out with all her might, rushing into the enemy group like a tiger into a flock of sheep, the scarlet blade flickering, and the angels of death fell, splashing blood and sword blades shining together, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

More mutants roared into the enemy group under his leadership, and the gray ice machines in distress did not give up, fighting with all their might until the last moment of their lives.

The corpses of the Angels of Death fell silently, and having lost their most important abilities, they could no longer resist the power of the mutants.

The Imperials slaughtered like madness, they were basked in the thrill of almost slaughter, and there was nothing else to think about.

Therefore, neither the Angel of Death waiting to be slaughtered, nor the Imperial people who had been killed to the fullest, did not notice that a lone figure was walking slowly through the crowd.

No one stood in front of him, or no one could stand in front of him, for all the Imperial people who tried to swing their swords at him fell behind him!

The blood-colored figure stared indifferently ahead, the heavy smell of blood surrounding his body, the smell of blood from the plasma that almost covered his body, and his original clothes, which had lost their color under the black-brown blood scab.

He's coming.