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Van was strewn with corpses all over the place, and as the last of his enemies died in terror, the neighborhood fell silent again.

He leaned lightly against the wall, quietly waiting for the enemy to come, he did not want to escape, or he did not even want to escape.

He suddenly understood what Art had said, dying on the battlefield might really be the best ending for them.

Van had a rare break from his mind in the middle of the battle, so he finally had time to think about something he hadn't thought about.

What exactly is this war for? Is it just an invasion by the Imperials? Van didn't believe it.

Everything that the organization has done so far seems to have finally torn off the gorgeous disguise outside the conspiracy, and Van has serious doubts about the various practices of the Angel of Death, perhaps the truth is that all the people who died in this war are just victims of the organization early on, and Art is no exception, and he is no exception.

The appearance of the gray-clad Angel of Death is perhaps the organization's most secret and most powerful weapon, of course, at least at the beginning of their appearance.

It's just that the Imperials are obviously more prepared.

Art died, not at the hands of the enemy, but by the sword of his own people, by the sword of some gray-clothed angel.

Van didn't know what the reason was, but what he did know was that it wasn't just Art who died under the sword of the gray-clad Angel of Death.

Van encountered too many corpses of warriors along the way, and most of them died under the sword, the same sword that killed Art.

Is it ironic? Yes, this is indeed sarcasm.

The gray-clad Angel of Death, who was supposed to be the savior, became the executioner who killed his own kind.

What is even more ironic is that Van who survived at the hands of the executioner has instead become their protector.

The mockery of fate has always been so silent and ridiculous.

So who caused Art's death? Organization or Empire? Van couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to figure it out.

In the world of perception, the distance of the enemy is getting closer and closer, Fan gently took out the last military stimulant, since he can't figure it out, then he simply doesn't think about it, dying on the battlefield is the most perfect way for him to die, at least after that, he no longer needs to be bothered by these incomprehensible questions.

So he rolled out the window and walked to the middle of the block, the blood mist in the distance was hazy, and Van had heard the footsteps of the army, but he had no fear, and he needed not be afraid.

When the first enemy rushed out of the blood mist and appeared clearly in front of Vam's eyes, he moved, like a streamer.

The soaring heads and the blood spilled were the prelude to this completely unequal war.

"Kill!" The brutal shouts and roars of the enemy were deafening.

Blood, blood everywhere, stumps, organs, skulls.

With no enemies in sight, countless lightsabers, Van has fallen deep into the swamp of enemies. All he needs to do is kill, and all he needs to do is kill.

Perverse!

The crimson vulture lion screamed like blood, and corpses fell in front of Van one by one.

There is no one to be beaten!

At this moment, Van suddenly had a kind of heroism that thousands of people had never seen before, and he laughed heartily, laughing with a smile that no one had ever seen.

Looking up at the sky, what is flying? The curse of perdition, what is falling? There will eventually be a place where the divine light will not shine, and the devil will eventually enjoy the sacrifice. Wandering, please don't ask if it's a pain, drifting, can't tell what kind of boundary the light and dark should be, when fate rings the warning bell, the soul hears the call, but the body is trapped in shackles.

Death is always the beginning of a new life, and fear is the end of all things!

"Who's in my way!" Van Gogh roared loudly, like a lion king who had pronounced a decree on the territory!

"Die!" The crimson blade of light brought the crimson blood, and the lambs could only be sacrificed to the devil.

Bite!

The vulture lion and a light saber were butt together, and the tall and strong opponent was roaring and saying something, but Van didn't care, he didn't care at all, the thunderous half-step rush made the vulture directly cut off the opponent's entire wrist, and the hand holding the sword fell on Fan's toes, and with a slight force, the gray blade immediately pierced into the chest of an imperial soldier.

Van stretched out his right hand, the blade of the sword was pulled out of the enemy's chest, and in an instant he cut off the severed hand enemy who was still chattering, and the headless corpse fell, and the eye-catching family medal that showed his status was soon trampled by countless footprints, and as for who he was, and what he said, no one cared.

"Drink!" The gray and scarlet sword glowed like a whirlwind, and swaths of Imperial warriors fell here, thick blood stains covering Van 's body, and stinking drops of blood dripped down Van 's hair at his feet.

There are enemies, and there are his own.

Fan raised his head, like a devil opening his fangs, the gray long sword blade pointed directly at the tall and powerful figure in the enemy group, the white teeth were pale and terrible than dry bones against the background of blood on his face, that was his provocation and ridicule.

"Boom!"

The tall figure jumped out of the chariot, and the hard concrete floor was smashed into a huge crater a foot deep in an instant.

The tall figure of two meters walked straight, and the warriors on both sides automatically branched out into a path.

Quinn's muscles in the march rose and fell violently, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones being stretched, his body rose again in vain, and the sharp bone spurs faintly ** his body surface, obviously, the blood poison could not completely suppress Quinn's ability, and a terrifying monster with a height of nearly two and a half meters roared and rushed towards Fan.

The steel-like muscles and iron fists slammed into the air with a bang.

Rumble!

The iron fist had a bye and slammed into the ground, and at the same time, the gray blade slashed directly at Quinn's body.

Bite!

It was the sound of a sword blade breaking!

A huge hand the size of a fan snapped the blade of the sword in an instant, and the muscles that swelled from the exertion were terrifying and hideous.

Boom!

The blade of the sword broke, but it couldn't stop Van from attacking, and his hard and curved right knee slammed into Quinn's chest.

"Roar!" Quinn let out a beastly howl, reaching out to grab Van who was close at hand.

But Fan smiled, his white teeth seemed to be a silent mockery of him, and the pull ring of a grenade hung quietly on the little finger of Fan's right hand, but the grenade under the pull ring was nowhere to be seen!

"Boom!" A deafening explosion and firelight flooded Quinn's massive body from behind.

Fan who landed on the ground didn't want to think about it, and rushed into the flames with a vertical leap, and the power generated by the vertical leap made the ground appear clear marks again.

No one knew what had happened between the two of them in the firelight, but when the flames dissipated, the vulture's blood-colored blade gently pressed against Quinn's throat, who had fallen to the ground, and Quinn's right hand was also tightly gripping Van by the neck.

"I lost." Quinn let go of his right hand, letting Van press the blade against his throat.

"Why don't you kill me."

Van Na's bloodshot eyes stared indifferently at Quinn under him, and he had to admit that even Quinn, who had suppressed most of his strength by blood poison, was not an opponent that he could easily defeat now.

The final blow of the two was a step ahead of his opponent with the help of overclocking and omniscience, and he pressed the vulture lion against his throat before Quinn's giant hand grabbed him, but he did not choose to stab it.

"You let me go once, this time, I'll let you go once." Van said hoarsely that what he needed now was not a glorious victory, but a wonderful battle with no regrets.

Quinn stared into Fan's eyes, "I didn't think it would be you before I came here. ”

"What's the point of me?" Van shook his head slightly.

"No, if I had known it was you, I would never have come here." Quinn shook his head, "Lady Purple Pupil misses you a lot. ”

Van let go of the vulture lion that was pressing against Quinn's throat, "Get up, let's fight again, and this time none of us owe anyone." ”

"That doesn't make sense," Quinn shook his head, "whether you win or not, your fate is sealed, and you will never be able to defeat us all." ”

"Come with me, go to the Empire, that's your only way to survive!"

But Van shook his head firmly, and the vulture lion held it tightly in his hand.

Quinn stood up, "I won't fight you anymore, because I know that this is not what Purple Pupil-sama wants to see, but I can't help you either, and the Empire's determination will not be deviated by Purple-Pupil's will." ”

"You are a good warrior, the best Angel of Death I have ever seen, all you need is time, and I am looking forward to what you can achieve in the future, but alas, I will not see this day."

Quinn sighed softly, "Is there anything you want to say to Purple Pupil-sama?" ”

"Tell him I'm fine."

Quinn gave Van a deep look, then nodded, "I will." ”

Quinn's huge, burly body disappeared from everyone's view in an instant, without any warning or order.

Van looked at Quinn's distant back and exhaled softly, "In your heart, I wish I would live forever." ”

Airplanes.

Van picked up an ownerless lightsaber on the ground with one kick, grabbed the hilt with his backhand, and the blade quickly stabbed out behind him, sinking into the body of a sneaking enemy.

Airplanes.

Once again, the blood-stained blade entered the never-ending battle.

Van didn't know how many people he had killed, he didn't know how many injuries he had suffered, he was numb, cold, and tired, and he couldn't even hold the hilt of his sword.

The world in front of him began to blur, the sound in his ears gradually faded, countless stacked corpses densely surrounded him, the thick blood completely submerged his calves, he clubbed his long sword to the ground, and stood quietly in the battlefield.

Silent.

The Imperials were afraid, they were afraid, and the tired figure was like a mountain they could never cross, and all those who tried to climb him fell at the foot of the mountain.

For the first time, they found fear so close to them.

Fan smiled, free and relieved.

But even this gentle smile touched the wounds all over his body, exhausting the last bit of strength he had.

"It's over?"

He sighed softly.

"It's time to finish."

He asked himself.

The long silence finally gave the Imperials the courage to step forward, and they moved briefly as they tried to get past the blood-soaked corpse in front of them.

But at this moment, a deafening horn pierced the sky! That's the Death Angel's trumpet!

The countless armies of Angels of Death have finally arrived on the battlefield at this moment!

They howled, sprinted, and attacked frantically, and those Imperial warriors, whose morale had fallen to the bottom, could only be beaten, divided, and eliminated in a hurry.

Having lost their commander, they are like a plate of loose sand, and the only thing that awaits them may be hell.

"Medic! Medic! The roar of exhaustion almost hoarseled the vocal cords of the vocalizer.

"Sir, no! He's so badly injured! ”

"Rubbish! Use your best potent pills! Find your best doctor! ”

"But ......"

"No, but! If he dies, prepare for the monstrous wrath of the generals! The sir's saliva splashed with anger almost wet the medic face.

Boom.

Van finally fell, and the last scene that appeared before his eyes, his immature and stunned face when he first met Art.