Boom! Boom! Boom!

When thousands of people march at almost the same frequency, the unstoppable momentum that unites is enough to shock or even frighten anyone. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of uniform footsteps became almost the only sound on the battlefield, and most of the people stared blankly at the sudden appearance of the troops, but when they were still immersed in stupor, at this moment, their perspective flew high, and then fell heavily to the ground, returning to darkness.

A headless corpse was spread all over the ground in an instant.

"Drink!" An Imperial mutant resisted a slash with a slash, and dense cracks instantly shattered on his hard arm shield, but before he could get rid of the opponent's powerful force, countless gray lights instantly overwhelmed him.

This group of Angels of Death who suddenly appeared, like the most sophisticated instruments, meticulously completed each round of killing without loopholes, and the power formed by their cooperation with each other made even the transformation of the empire unable to resist!

Vast numbers of Imperial warriors have fallen, including many high-level mutant warriors, and this mysterious unit that suddenly appears on the battlefield is truly like the human incarnation of the Angel of Death, mercilessly slaughtering anyone who dares to stand in their way.

They are powerful, they are cold, and there is nothing but the reflection of the fallen enemy in their unfluctuating gray pupils!

It's as if they've been injected with DA-EI, all their movements and tactics are almost perfectly efficient, and at this moment, they are the embodiment of death, and they rain down the flames of the Lord's destruction!

And they are the last secret weapon of the Angel of Death - the gray-clothed ice weapon.

"Assemble! Gather! "The terrible roar of the Imperial people resounded through the battlefield, and the mysterious troops that suddenly appeared dealt a fatal blow to them, and the troops scattered due to their obsession with chasing and killing scattered low-level reformers lost nearly half of them in a short period of time!

"Support! We need support! An Imperial mutant shouted loudly, the rapid change in the situation disturbing his composure.

But the next moment, countless gray beams of light shot into his body like meteors.

The hard bone armor under the stratum corneum can only be completely broken when faced with attacks from all sides at the same time.

The corpse of a mutant has fallen, and perhaps their individual strength is far greater than that of any gray-clothed ice weapon, but when the gray ice weapons are perfectly matched together, it is only a matter of blink of an eye to kill a lone mutant.

In a short period of time, the situation has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the imperial people who underestimate the enemy can only swallow the bitter fruit of their own brewing.

"There is salvation, we are salvation! I knew the organization wouldn't abandon us! "A low-level Angel of Death screamed frantically, the gap between the despair from life to death and the hope from life to life was enough to make anyone lose control.

"Boss, it looks like we shouldn't die." Art grinned, and finally leaned back on the flower bed.

"Help, help me!" A faint cry for help suddenly came from not far away.

"Boss, go and see, I'll be fine, the enemy has already begun to retreat." Art smiled and waved Fan away with peace of mind.

Van nodded slightly, got up and rushed out.

The distance of more than ten meters was only a blink of an eye, and Fan stopped and squatted down.

"Where's the wound?" Van was going to take out the medicine and bandages.

"Wounds? The wound is here! ”

The warrior, who had been unable to afford it, suddenly straightened his upper body, and then pinned the thing that had been holding in his hand precisely into Fan's neck.

The intense feeling of dizziness and weakness instantly eroded Fan's body, and in just a few seconds, he completely lost his strength and fell to the ground softly.

"Why? Who are you? Van asked with difficulty, but this simple sentence almost used all his strength.

"My dear captain, you don't remember me after I've been gone for just over a month?" The soldier let go of his left hand, which had been covering his face.

Van looked at the familiar face in front of him, and the voice he uttered was almost gnashing his teeth.

"Mu!"

"Captain, don't look at me like that, I'm here to help you," Mu smiled lightly, "It's hard to get this thing." He spread out his palms, and the gray syringes lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

Looking at Fan, who was still glaring at him, Mu shook his head helplessly, "You'll understand, it's just not the time yet." ”

He then dragged Fan's body to a hidden corner, and then carefully disguised the surroundings, looking at Fan's cold eyes staring at him, Mu frowned, "I really want to save you, you must know that I also took a big risk by doing this, but you should not understand it now, when you know everything, you will be grateful for what I am doing now, instead of glaring angrily." ”

"I'm leaving, take care, there's only so much I can do." Listening to the sound of the fight getting closer and closer in his ears, Mu sighed lightly and quickly left the scene.

The intense feeling of vertigo and prostration tormented every nerve of Fan, and he never took anything Mu said seriously, at least for now, Mu's behavior was tantamount to pushing him to death.

So he crawled as hard as he could, and every little distance he moved forward had to endure both physical and mental torture, and the violent wheezing made him feel suffocated.

He moved forward almost at turtle speed until he had exhausted his strength and fell to the ground completely.

"Boss?! Come on! Art's roar suddenly reached his ears, and it was a visceral anxiety.

Van raised his head tremblingly, his extremely blurry and shaky perspective making it difficult for him to see, but he still vaguely saw two entangled figures.

The sound of the flesh crashing was tingling, and Fan could guess the fierceness of the battle between the two from the sound alone, but he could only fall to the ground helplessly, and for the first time he felt the powerlessness that bordered on despair.

Suddenly, a faint gray shadow flickered, followed by the sound of two bodies falling to the ground.

After completing his own kill, Gray Shadow walked in front of Van in a few steps, and more Gray Shadow appeared behind him at this time.

The blazing temperature of the gray blade was only a thin line away from Van Fan, but then the gray shadow suddenly put away his weapon and quickly left with the other gray shadows.

In Fan's vague vision, only Art's fallen body was seen, and a force that came out of nowhere supported him to climb this section of the road with difficulty.

"Art......" Van said in a trembling tone.

But when he put his hand on Art's carotid artery with all his might, he suddenly seemed to have completely lost all his strength, and hung his hand without a struggle.

Despair, pain, exhaustion, these thin words cannot describe how Brahma felt.

The coldness of the tentacles, accompanied by a vertigo that could no longer be supported, almost destroyed his will.

Tears flowed gently down Fan's eyes, and it was useless to suppress him with all his might, and for the first time, Fan tasted the taste of tears.

"Why!!"