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"How. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info. How!? ”

Before he could utter a questioning word, a vampire soldier who was frantically pulling the trigger frantically paused and then rolled his head to the ground with a grunt on his neck with a look of disbelief on his face, and then the blood spurting from his neck stained the soldiers behind him a bright red.

"Ahhh

Another crusader soldier let out a scream, and at some point a bullet had passed through his chest, dyeing his white clothes red, and a series of soldiers behind him also clutched their chests and slowly fell, also pierced through the heart by the same bullet, like harvested wheat in patches of life, died and fell.

"How... How could such a thing happen?!! Maxwell looked at what was happening in front of him with an expression of disbelief mixed with fear, which was completely different from what Maxwell expected, Alcatel, who should have been just a cricket vampire in Maxwell's imagination, showed his sharp teeth in his mouth at this time and began to gnaw at these daring guys.

"That's the vampire, Alcatel's body."

"The so-called blood is the currency of the soul, the currency of life. It is nothing more than a medium for trading life, and the purpose of sucking blood is to transform the complete existence of its life into its own existence. ”

"That's what you want to know, Aino?"

Looking down at the battlefield in the distance, Intertrigus said to Aino without looking back.

"It's okay to tell me that so easily? Miss Interlake? ”

"Huh? What kind of joke are you talking about? Do you think you can beat Alcatel if you know this? What do you think Alcatel does? Don't make me look down on you, Aino! ”

A word that pierced Aino's purpose, Intertrigus said mockingly.

Interlake, who had already seen what Aino was doing, decided to tear the camouflage between the two at this time.

In the face of Interlagu's ridicule, Aino did not answer, but squinted his eyes and looked intently at the battlefield in the distance.

In this game, the only condition for winning is to be exciting, to perform better than everyone else.

Defeat everyone, all the contestants, all the strong people, defeat the world's most powerful [King of Monsters] Alcatel, and finally leave only one force on the battlefield, and drink the wine of victory on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, what could be more brilliant than this?

However, from Interlagu's words, from the scene that emerged in front of him, Aino's also analyzed the way to kill Alcatel.

But knowing the way to win is one thing, and really using it to succeed is another. Aino decided to think carefully about how to decide what kind of means to use to achieve this victory.

While Aino was thinking about what to do next, there was a new change in the field.

People, a lot of people, a lot of people, countless people appeared in the field, from Alcatel's body, from that body that seemed like an abyss, people in all kinds of costumes, people with all kinds of weapons, white people, yellow people, black people, countless people appeared.

Like a flood, Hao did not stop drowning all the black and white on both sides, and then continued to flow into the distance, nothing could stop the tide, everything in front of him, people were submerged, fire was extinguished, flowing through the streets, flowing through the squares, wordlessly devouring everything.

If one were to observe from above London, one would find that the bloody flood did not stop, slowly but surely drowning everything in front of it, dyeing the earth a bright red, extinguishing the flames and engulfing the corpses wherever they passed, leaving only the ruins of the walls.

The guns in their hands, the bullets they fired, the bombs they threw out, the fanatical beliefs, the twisted will, the physical fitness beyond ordinary people, all of these things did nothing in front of this crowd, not even a single wave was raised, with fear and despair, they were drowned in the sea of people, and then a few seconds later they turned into a part of the sea of people and rushed to the next place.

"Battle pot flag... Janissary Legion! You even have them ... You even have them ... Have you eaten them all? Alcatel! Looking at the figure that appeared in the crowd, wearing the military uniform of the Ottoman Empire hundreds of years ago, Andrew gritted his teeth and lowered his voice and roared, "No wonder you are [immortal], no wonder you [can't kill], how many lives do you hold?" How many lives have been sucked in? ”

The sound of horses' hooves attracted Maxwell in mid-air, and a group of knights appeared on the street on horseback, recognizing at a glance the armies that were active in Europe and China hundreds of years ago and resounded throughout Europe. "Army of the Principality of Wallachia!!"

"You... You guy ... You guy! From their own armies, to their own retainers, and even to the people of their own territories... Don't you let it all go!? ”

"What the hell are you? Unreasonable!! It's unreasonable! Monster! Demon! You devil! ”

Maxwell cursed wildly at the figure standing in the middle of the field, watching all this in disbelief, looking at the figure in disbelief, not only his enemies, but also his army and his subjects were devoured by him and turned into a figure in the river of death.

When the tide was scattered and continued to spread, a figure came out of the river slowly, surrounded by a crowd of people with blood and wounds and mutilated bodies, and this man had no wounds and no blood on his body, wearing armor and a cloak, the corners of his eyes and a beard on his face, looking at all this with a smile like a human being, and strolling in the center of the flood in an uncoordinated manner.

No matter how dense the attacks were, there was no way to stop the tide from spreading, and the first to collapse were the crusaders of the White Legion, dropping their weapons, throwing down their white flags, crying and turning to flee, regardless of the vicious curses of Maxwell in mid-air with his microphone, and the fanatics who had abandoned their faith just wanted to escape from here, from this hell.

However, this is only an extravagant hope, although it seems to be only a slowly flowing tide, but the speed is beyond imagination, but in the blink of an eye, it swallows up all the remnants of the defeated army.

The White Coats, the Ninth Crusader Mobile Brigade, collapsed.

"What are you kidding!! I'm the archbishop! Archbishop Max Weil! Ahhhh

Maxwell was still roaring wildly, and the helicopter hanging the glass box he was staying in was accurately hit by a distant bullet in the fuel tank, and exploded into a fireball. In the flames, Maxwell fell into the tide of blood along with the glass cabinet that protected him.

When he finally got up, his surroundings were already overwhelmed by the crazy crowd, and as far as the eye could see, almost everywhere was full of crazy glass claws and open blood basins, and the transparent glass was stained dark red by the viscous blood, and then flowed to the ground.

"This is a composite hardened glass meteorite tempered glass, which you can't destroy! The Dead! Do you want to use these flesh and blood to overcome the gap of hundreds of years? Yes? Yes? Falling into the crowd that Alcatel had released, no, what should be called a corpse tide, Maxwell, who saw that the corpse tide outside was powerless to defend himself, laughed fiercely, even though he didn't know that these corpses were completely incomprehensible to his words.

"Boom"