"Bang! Bang! Bang! ……”

In the empty old British building, the shrill gunfire echoed inside.

Outside the building, the horn and the pawn had no intention of stopping, because the horn was dying.

Yes, the white pawn is still alive because of the drop of blood in his body, and the horn, his skill time is almost up. Any skill that is used as a hole card does not kill his opponent after it has been used, which means that he is not far from death.

He grinned and looked at his opponent as if there was something to be happy about. The logging axe in his hand had already become slower and slower, from the courage to attack at the beginning to the exhaustion he was now.

Although his opponent was already very embarrassed, his whole body seemed to have been brought out of the fire scene, and the biceps of one right hand was even completely carbonized.

But he is still recovering, little by little.

This perverted recovery ability is somewhat breathless, and the white pawn has become an unbeatable monster.

"I remember, you didn't do a single drop of damage to Lupin, did you?"

Raising the handle of the axe and setting up a hand knife, the horn squinted.

He was dying, he himself knew it well. But he can still disgust his opponents.

Another stolen heart, creating a small wound on his waist that he was trying to dodge. His opponent is talking with practical actions, I will kill you.

The blade of the axe rose again, and he looked at his opponent, who had not spoken, his originally white face now bruised, as if he were wearing a frightening bronze mask.

He didn't dodge the hand that went through his chest, and the blow slashed diagonally at the place where the white pawn's neck and shoulders met, as he had hoped.

"This time, your master can't protect you." The white pawn said word by word, his throat choked as if it was caught by something, and half of his sentence became not very neat.

"Yun Shao has never protected me."

Horn laughed miserably, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes as he looked at him. Once they were like-minded, who knew that this guy in front of him would end up willing to be a dog.

It slashed in, and the axe was halfway. Death is like home.

"Whew!"

The blood of his opponent burst out, and the black-red blood splattered on the axe and horn like strong sulfuric acid, turning into large and small craters.

The trumpet is dead.

Because his heart was held in the hands of the white pawn, and when he twisted it, it fell everywhere like a broken egg.

He stared blankly at the corpse in front of him, still holding his weapon even after death, and the background music was the rhythmic soundtrack of gunfire from the building.

He wanted to hold himself back.

The white pawn glanced at the corpse in front of him again, and with great difficulty, pulled the axe, which had been cut in half, from his shoulder.

Almost broke his heart. The abode of the drop of blood.

The wound, the fleshy scar on his shoulder, was healing little by little.

Looking down, he picked up the dark blue summoning key that had fallen at his feet, and he stood up again.

The hungry ghost on the side stared blankly at the cold eyes that greeted him in front of him.

The flat hand knife arrived as expected, and a hint of pleading flashed in his eyes, and his body split in two. The godless eyes reflected the light of the horn not far away.

He's dead.

In the depths of the building, in the dark.

Zhao Qian orderly reloaded his empty revolver.

How many shots? 30 or 40.

He himself was a little out of count, and he could only see the green light not far away getting darker and darker, more and more empty shells falling on the ground, and the outside getting quieter and quieter.

A little nervous, because he felt death approaching.

He's gambling that, in a sense, from the moment he hides here and finds this dying prey, he has no way back, and if he runs out, he will only die faster.

And in front of you, there is the only hope to live.

Killing a character who can affect the subsequent development of the plot of this world means returning, which is the most discussed thing between the sale and purchase of travelers.

They are constantly figuring out the rules inside, the skills inside, and how to maximize the benefits of the killing, just like a gamer looking for a game bug. And at the cost of countless resources and countless lives of travelers.

Holding the gun, his hands were shaking, very nervous, and even the speed of the buckle machine was getting faster and faster.

The barrel was hot enough to boil a bottle of boiling water, but the owner of the gun still had no appetite to stop. A brief glow in the darkness reflected the side of his face, expressionless.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

It's three shots again, but it's more like the final chapter of a piece of music. It's over.

Zhao Qian quietly glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eyes dim green. It died, and it did not become a man until it died.

"Your shot deals 2 damage to the werewolf Lupin, and when you equip Passive: Sacred Death (Pseudo) activates, you actually deal 3 damage to the unit."

"Lupin the Werewolf is currently -2 HP."

"Hint: Lupin the Werewolf is dead."

"Hint: Since you didn't deal more than 50% health to the creature, you gain 100 travel points."

"Hint: Traveler 7052, who killed the unit with you, died before the unit died, and you are considered to have killed Remus John Lupin on your own, and you gain an additional 900 travel points."

"Hint: Milestone: The Forbidden Spell is on, you kill 5/5 Wizards in the Harry Potter world, and you receive the relevant title, Forbidden Magician LV1. (Note: Lupin killed in normal state counts as 3, and Lupin killed in werewolf state counts as 5.) Milestones are calculated according to the world's minimum requirements, and killing high-level units automatically doubles according to the base. ）”

"The key plot character, Remus John Lupin, has died, and depending on the difficulty setting of your world, you will be given the following two options:

A: Return directly to the station, your journey in this world will end here, and the station will not pursue the punishment of the passenger 1074 for not completing the follow-up main quest.

B: Stay in this world, and the follow-up tasks you complete will be rated one level higher. ”

In the dark, Zhao Qian's face didn't even show half of his happiness.

He stood there steadily, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, and a trace of pain passing between his brows.

A wisp of fresh blood wafted through the gloom.

A bruised-tendoned hand was stirring in his abdomen.

White pawns.

Break free of that hand and let him tear at his own flesh.

Forward, pounced, blood spurted on the rubble on the ground. I was completely unaware of the creature's presence, and his footsteps sounded like they had never been there.

As if he didn't feel the pain of the spleen in his body that Bai Shu was holding in his hand, Zhao Qian felt as if he was back in the alley where he was blocked when he was 17 years old.

He fell to the ground.

The left hand reached the longest, and it was within reach. The key, which shimmered silver on the corpse, was between the index and middle fingers. The Key to Summoning has always been picked up by travelers who have dealt damage to units, and have not been touched by bystanders who have not dealt damage.

Unless, the passenger who caused the injury died.

I lost feeling in my lower back. It was cut off in a short split second.

"Hint: Loss of function from the waist down causes you to take 40 actual damage."

The ground smelled of its own blood everywhere. Speechless, he seemed to have no pain, even though he was still bleeding.

Another stab strike.

Separation of human heads.

"Peng!"

Block!

"Talent: Counterattack launched. Block successful! ”

"Return!"

His heart yelled hysterically at the ticket on his wrist, and the revolver he relied on was dismantled and shattered. The parts of the gun were shattered everywhere, and half of the gun wheel was mixed with shattered bullet casings and flew straight into his eyes.

Fragments of bullets, flesh, and the lower half of his own body.

Everything has become a freeze frame.

Bai Zu coldly looked at Zhao Qian, whose body gradually dispersed into points of light, and let those gun parts smash into his face.

The blood vessels in his face were gradually disappearing, and the drop of blood had lost its last effect.