Slaughter Slaughter Jun didn't say anything to Serosdo, looked at the torture blade and said cruelly, "Deng Heng picked up a good piece of garbage this time." ”

The torture blade disarmed, bent down to pick up the serrated machete that had fallen on the ground, got up and emphasized again, "This is my home." ”

Seeing that the ten Seven Killing Division personnel had left safely, Thros was no longer stationed, and hurriedly got in the car and flew to the station of the Seven Killing Division.

While sorting through Hank's report, he found something very interesting.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the empty and dark courtyard.

Neither is a good conversational person. After looking at each other for a long time, Slaughter Jun smiled grimly, "I remember you." ”

The machete in his hand shrunk into a metal rod, and the torture blade continued, "I remember you too." ”

So the slaughtering king left, and nothing happened.

With the box of chocolates in hand, Tortureblade walked into the dusty house, and after a simple alarm trap around it, he fell into a deep sleep.

For the next few days, no one came to trouble the blade.

Tortureblade continues to be like an industrious bee, constantly adding to his fortress.

In a matter of days, Torture Blade had renovated the entire house.

On the seventh day that Tortureblade entered Apocalypse City, the injuries on his body had been completely healed.

At the same time, Deng Heng, who had not shown up for seven days, appeared in front of the torture blade again.

Deng Heng, who was standing at the door, looked at it, the yard was still the same yard, and the house was still the same house. It's just that the weeds and garbage are gone, and it's not much different from a week ago.

As soon as Deng Heng raised his foot and took a step forward, he keenly noticed that there was a silk thread comparable to a hair on the black ground.

The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and he stepped on the silk thread without care.

in the house.

Located on the third floor of the weapons room, Tortureblade is carefully wiping his hunting weapon with a clean towel.

Jingle bells... A crisp bell rang, and Torture Blade clenched the silver spear in his hand and stood up to look.

When he saw Deng Heng, he sat back in his seat and continued to wipe.

The door was not locked, and Deng Heng easily entered the first floor. The ground floor is still as dilapidated as before, but it is very clean.

In the empty hall there was only a table and two chairs, two teacups on the table, and some water.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor, the gray walls are covered with emerald green vines.

The rooms on the second floor were almost empty, except for a bedroom with an open door, from which you could see a simple bed and a blanket.

Deng Heng did not stay on the second floor, and went directly to the third floor.

As soon as he walked up to the third floor, Deng Heng saw a pure metal air pump door.

The door was open, and inside it was a fairly empty room.

In the room, on the east and west walls, there are two glass cabinets, which seem to be the places where some souvenirs are placed, but they are now empty.

On the wall on the north side, there are a dazzling array of Lingjian parts and various models of Lingjian at this time.

In the middle of the room is a huge workbench.

This bench is 2 meters long and 1.8 meters wide. The workbench is made of silver metal throughout, and the top is made of clear tempered glass.

Inside the counter, there are all kinds of tools and materials.

At this time, on the workbench, ten weapons were lined up, and the torture blade was holding a white towel and wiping it carefully.

Deng Heng knocked on the counter and said with a smile: "The money that Farrani gave you was used to decorate here, right?" ”

Torture Blade looked at the one-and-a-half-meter-long sniper rifle in his hand and said, "Well, this workbench is very good, it cost a lot." ”

Deng Heng took down a hexagonal sphere: "You actually can assemble the spirit book?" ”

"It's going to be modified, and I made all the weapons myself. The old hunter is lazy and stupid. When he died, he left me with nothing but two slices of bread. ”

"Today, the Apocalypse Dragoon Academy is suspended, and I heard Franny say that you have almost learned it."

Torture Blade put down the rifle, looked up at Deng Heng and asked, "What if someone does something to me?" ”

He's been living here for a week, though he doesn't know much about the world. But he could clearly feel the disgust and eagerness of those around him. All people want to find a trace of living self-esteem in themselves.

"Call back." Deng Heng said three words. Tortureblade nodded, continuing to wipe the serrated shield.

Deng Heng seemed to feel that something was wrong, and added, "But you can't kill people"

Click! Torture Blade skillfully dismantled the shield, revealing the intricate machinery inside, and said as he examined it, "Frankie told me, in front of everyone, it is enough to smash the soul statue." ”

Deng Heng nodded with satisfaction.

"If I feel threatened, there's nothing I can do. No one will leave a hand in a life-or-death situation. ”

Click! Attaching the lid of the shield, Tortureblade put away the ten weapons one by one, and continued, "But I'll try to be as concealed as possible. Leaving no trace is a must for every hunter when hunting. The old hunter said that the essence of hunting is to kill those prey that you need and avoid those that are deadly. ”

After listening to this, Deng Heng unexpectedly found that the torture blade was not really indifferent. He's been alone for too long, and he doesn't know who to say a lot of things in his heart.

Deng Heng thought in his heart, "Such simple and true words are not what a murderous demon should say. ”

After a brief conversation, Deng Heng took the torture blade and said, "Let's go, go to the school and have a look." ”

Torture Blade nodded, put on the black and blue uniform that Lenny had already sent him, put on the silver dragon head eagle logo symbolizing the Apocalypse Dragoon, and said goodbye to Deng Heng at the door.

The Apocalypse Dragoon Academy was established in the 128th year of the Nirvana calendar. The first dean is known as the "Father of Lingjian". The reason for the establishment of the Apocalypse Dragoon Academy in the first place was to concentrate all the gifted people to study the spirit book to increase the living space of the entire human race.

But later, because the Yue clan found the corpses of the six horsemen of the apocalypse, they established the Astral Research Institute. The R&D center of this Lingjian was transferred from the Apocalypse Dragoon Academy to the Astral Research Institute.

The remaining Apocalypse Dragoon had the most complete and comprehensive spiritual knowledge at that time. It also preserves a large amount of history and materials from the old century. Later, it was converted into a teaching and nurturing college.

Torture Blade stood at the north gate of the Apocalypse Dragoon. The north gate is a huge stone arch, and on both sides of the arch, hang two huge skeletons, and the torture blade can instantly see that these are the skeletons of two plague dragons.

Reaching out and touching the gray-black tailbone of the Calamity Dragon, the Torture Blade estimated, "These two Calamity Dragons are ten meters long, and they are at least thirty years old. The strength is around the dragon king. ”

"Did you hear that? The expeditionary force returned and found a ghost town. ”

"That's right! There are also new types of disasters! ”

"The Seven Killings Division is starting to recruit!"

"I'm also going to the battlefield"

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While thinking about the torture blade, the number of students at the North Gate gradually increased. The quiet space also becomes cluttered and noisy.

Tortureblade didn't pay any attention to the students, and the black-eyed boy carefully went through the bones in large quantities, and then found a very small knife mark on the back of the skull's neck.

The mark is small, but it's unusually precise.

"That's the nerve center of the Calamity. At this level, the epidermal scale armor of the plague dragon was at least twenty centimeters thick. Its hardness is comparable to that of a diamond. If you want to kill, you must break the armor. However, as long as the armor is broken by force, the bones in other parts will inevitably be damaged. But these two..."

Torture Blade looked at the two tiny knife marks, and his eyes burned with heat.

"The back of the dragon's neck is a weak point, the armor is three times as strong as normal, and there are dragon horns to block it. Just one blow to cut into the scale armor, pound the nerves with precision, what a powerful hunting skill! ”

"The person who slew these two plague dragons must be very powerful." The torture blade rarely used a "very".

Looking away from the skeleton, the torture blade looked down the arch to see a quaint wooden complex. Behind the wooden complex is a continuous stretch of high-tech buildings.

With his eyes downward, he looked at the crowded streets, and said to himself, "There are such masters here, it seems that Deng Heng and Frannie's worries are not scaring me." ”

Following the flow of people, Torture Blade walked quietly on the simple stone road.

The people around him kept passing by, but when these people saw the horns on their foreheads, although they looked disdainful and disgusted, they did not speak ill of each other, let alone make a move.

There was no accident at the torture blade, and through the past few days, he knew that the people here did not beat and scold themselves, not because of the high quality here, but simply because of the silver dragon head eagle badge on his body.

The Dragon Eagle Badge is the school emblem of the Apocalypse Dragoon. The silver dragon head eagle badge is a sign of it. Only those who are picked up by the dean and have the talent can wear the silver dragon head eagle badge. This badge is a guarantee for the wild child who has no power. Because these people have grown up under the wings of the dean and have been recognized by the dean.

On both sides of the road are dark green plane trees, with round leaves that block the light, making the already cloudy day even darker.

In the darkness, Torture Blade's eyes suddenly turned from black to dark red, and the blood vessels on his forehead squirmed violently.

"It smells of blood..." Torture Blade's fists slowly clenched his eyes and turned to the southeast.

At the moment when the torture blade turned, a woman dressed in a burst of white clothes hurried by.

In that 0.01 second, their eyes met.

When the woman saw the scarlet eyes of the torture blade and the veins on her forehead, she suddenly stopped.

Tortureblade turned and stopped, his eyes looking southeast. It was as if he had seen his gaze through the shade of the trees, through the building, and what was behind the scenes.

The woman in white stopped and raised her hand, and was about to speak, when an old man in the distance said, "Under the moon, come here, it's about to start." ”

When the woman in white heard this, she put down her hand and turned around and walked away quickly.

Torture Blade quietly looked into the distance, and before anyone else was noticing, Torture Blade had already seen the scene there through his special ability to perceive blood.

"There is such a rare prey." Torture Blade's fists clenched, and his whole body, from the soul to the outside, trembled with excitement.