"There must be another way." Su Qin didn't fully believe the old villain's message.

Any conspiracy is based on information asymmetry, and in order to get more clues, Su Qin began to rummage around in the core room. Unlike other places, however, there is not even a small piece of paper left in the text related to the Undead Legion project. On the other hand, the new virus mentioned in the message has a very detailed information.

This information was placed directly on the desk, obviously left by the old man to Su Qin. After reading this information full of twelve points of malice, Su Qin felt that sweat soaked the placket of his back. If the above numbers are true, then the European region is included. This highly resilient virus can survive in every corner of the world. And this means that it will bring a plague on the scale of the Black Death, an unprecedented plague that can destroy even the entire human civilization.

With a conflicted mood, Su Qin walked down the stairs to the door of the cell where the infected were being held. Before he could get close to the heavy metal door, he smelled a very pungent smell of gasoline. The old man was not lying about this, the huge cell the size of a football field was already sprinkled with fuel, and perhaps he didn't want this terrible virus to spread. Looking at the closed door, Su Qin felt that his mood was extremely heavy.

Although the new virus is extremely infectious, only fifteen minutes have passed since the virus was released, and there must still be a large number of uninfected people in the cell. But who can let go of only the healthy and leave the sick who are already infected?

Su Qin thought that he couldn't do this, so in the end, he still only let out a long sigh and silently took out the lighter from his pocket. From time to time, the sound of people talking could be heard inside the door, and from the content of the conversation, it seemed that they did not despair about the future. Most of them are convinced that someone will come to their rescue, and if they keep going, hope will come to them. But reality is always crueler than imagination, and what they are waiting for is not a savior but a god of death.

[If I could, I would like to open this door directly and send hope to everyone.] But what I should be doing now is to give them the gift of despair. 】

The heartfelt sorrow made Su Qin unable to suppress his trembling hands, and the lighter turned several times but failed to light the flames.

"Damn." Slamming the lighter on the ground, Su Qin stood panting in front of the door, his eyes full of blood.

Gradually, his expression became blank, and he picked up the lighter, and his steady fingers easily lit the flame. Looking at the cold metal door, Su Qin raised his hand and threw out a lit lighter. The flames arced through the air and landed on the gasoline-strewn ground. The flames spread like snakes, and the heat and smoke made the people inside scream. As the flames spread, the screams gradually turned into terrible screams, mixed with childish cries.

These voices continued to reach Su Qin's ears, and he roared angrily and slammed his fist on the heavy gate. The unreserved strength made his fists bloody, and the pain on ** did not alleviate the great sadness in his heart and the stronger the self-loathing. These negative emotions made Su Qin's soul fluctuations rapid and chaotic, but he had no intention of suppressing them. Even the cold hilt of the sword in his hand seemed to be mocking his powerlessness, and strong emotions continued to flow into the demon sword's body along the soul resonance. With a chuckle, a cloudy black flame ignited on the gray translucent blade. This mournful black flame even sucked away the flames near the sword body, allowing the confused Su Qin to return to the elevator proudly and safely.

Somehow, the elevator resumed operation at this moment, and the gradually rising elevator buried the screams at Su Qin's feet. Still, he felt an unquenchable cry echoing in his ears.

"Damn." The fleshy fist slammed into the wall again, leaving a bright red mark. Listening to the mournful roars that kept echoing in his ears, Su Qin looked down in the direction of the cell. The Soul's Vision allowed his eyes to continue to gaze through the dirt at the souls of the dead who were struggling in the flames.

"I swear to all who die. One day, I will regain what you have lost, whether it be flesh or bones, or ...... Dignity! ”

The flames engulfed the entire underground base, as the hands of the elevator jumped to the human level. Su Qin tore open the elevator door and walked out of the secret room as if he was running away from something. Outside, however, there were bursts of gunfire. Through the window, Su Qin saw that the German soldiers stationed in the concentration camp were carrying out a planned massacre. The targets of the massacre are the poor people who have been imprisoned here for various reasons.

Mass shooting, mass hanging, and the entire concentration camp became a processing plant for the Grim Reaper. Accept. They even had the soon-to-be-killed people collect the corpses of the previous victims, and then proceeded to kill them in the same way. The brutal picture was deeply reflected in Su Qin's eyes, although he had learned about the relevant records in books and audio-visual materials in the past. But when this qiē was really born in front of him, Su Qin was still stunned as if he had been punched head-on.

“…… Is it still unavoidable? A smile began to appear on Su Qin Muran's face, although his expression was smiling, those dark eyes exuded a bone-chilling chill.

"Kill freely, I won't stop you this time." Placing the magic sword in his hand horizontally in front of him, Su Qin looked at the cold blade and whispered softly.

"Have you finally figured it out? My dear master, this is a good thing that deserves to be killed. A seductive smile appeared on the blade, and she clasped her hands around her chest as if she felt sincere joy.

"In that case, come, dear master, call my name, and then you will receive my true power. Remember, my name is the Sword of the Damned, Henig. The magic sword that appeared in costume laughed loudly and hugged Su Qin from behind, her length floating high upwards regardless of gravity, looking like a screaming banshee.

Su Qin smiled palely and raised the magic sword above his head: "Sing for me, Henig!" ””

The soul resonance, which was different from any before, was activated, and at this moment, Su Qin felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a long sword but a raging dragon. The unprecedentedly powerful force continued to roll, and the black sword qi that rose into the sky split the entire building in two.

The Nazis, who had previously been immersed in the slaughter, were shocked to see that the building in the middle of the camp began to collapse and eventually become a ruin. Before he could react, a black shadow shot out from the smoke and dust, piercing a row of soldiers with rifles and preparing to be executed. The broad magic sword was thrust into the last man's chest, and the slender, sturdy barbed chains on the hilt extended into the smoke.

"Whoever kills, man will always kill him." Su Qin's tall and thin figure slowly appeared in the eyes of all people, and the black barbed chain was wrapped around his hand, constantly sucking the black blood flowing in the veins to increase his length. At this moment, Su Qin was no longer the idealist who hated killing, and the cruel reality shattered his beautiful and brittle ideals. Self-blame and anger made him completely let go of his restraints.

The Force is burning, psionic energy is boiling, souls are screaming, and magic swords are burning.

The muddy black flames continued to burn along the pierced soldiers' corpses, and a fresh force poured into Su Qin's body along the chains, while those corpses pierced by the blade became old and rotten. This power prompted him to pull the chain abruptly to return the magic sword to his hand, holding the warm shoulder, Su Qin felt that all the power in his body was in an unprecedented state of activity.

"The smell of blood, the smell of flesh, and the fragrance of the soul. Ah, don't stop, my master, keep killing. Demon Sword Jiao gasped and whispered.

The German soldiers, who had recovered from their senses, were prompted by fear to explode 120 percent of their strength, and in addition to all kinds of firearms, they even pulled out 88 mm anti-aircraft guns and opened fire. But these weapons couldn't wield their supposed effect in front of Su Qin, who was killing with all his might. Bullets fired from rifles and machine guns are blocked by force sites, and shells fired from anti-aircraft guns are also avoided in advance due to foresight.

This situation, which could not hurt the other party in any way, made them feel as if they were fighting a ghost that could not be killed.

With the roar of the machine gun, Su Qin rushed into the soldiers like a tiger into a flock. The sword drank blood with the sound of the wind, and the souls of those who were slain were devoured by her. These bloody executioners would let out all kinds of screams when they were killed, but the cries in their mouths could not reach Su Qin's ears at all. For his ears were already filled with another kind of mourning.

"Is this anger?" Su Qin slashed away the body of the soldier blocking in front of him with a sword, but such a thought rose in his heart.

"Perhaps, but the disgust was unexpectedly mild. Oh, maybe I was a cold guy in the first place. Speaking of the dead soldier's body blocking the bullets fired from the side, Su Qin had to admit that perhaps because of his perennial presence on the battlefield, his rejection of killing the living was much smaller than he imagined.

The passing shells tore off several raised heads, and Su Qin leaned down and rushed towards the 88 anti-aircraft gun in the distance, which had a certain threat. The magic sword, which vibrated in the song, was like a hot knife inserted into butter, easily slicing through the anti-aircraft cannon made of special steel.

"If killing can stop the war, then ......" Looking at his bloody hands, Su Qin raised his head and looked at the sky with a gloomy expression.

"Just kill it."

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