I only heard a figure on a dark whistle on a tree shouting angrily, "Password." ”

Bloodhell said lightly: "You tell your boss that my Bloodhell has come to him. ”

"Is it Blood, shoot it. ”

Numerous gunshots rang out around the area.

Bullets rained down on the Bloodfield.

In order to avoid bullets, Sang Xiamu's body slowly dived underground.

But the Blood Prison turned a blind eye to these bullets, and walked forward with the bullets unscrupulously.

Countless bullets hit him, splashing countless blood sprays, and after a while, the blood prison was full of holes.

But the Blood Prison didn't feel any of the holes in his body, and saw that the blood in his body was flowing rapidly, and the holes were filled in the blink of an eye.

The ambushers around him became more and more frightened, and so many bullets could not even stop the footsteps of the Blood Prison.

Soon, all the bullets in the magazines of the surrounding ambushers were gone, but the Blood Hell was still intact.

Immediately afterward, Blood Prison said lightly, "Have you had a good time? It's time to talk about me." ”

I saw that as soon as the blood prison hand was raised, a cloud of blood emerged from the palm of his hand, and gradually condensed into a blood-red assault rifle.

He didn't look at it, and raised his assault rifle to the surrounding sentry in a round of strafing.

The bullets used were all the bullets that had just hit the Blood Prison, and now they were all returned.

Countless screams rang out in the surroundings, and the blood prison had already laid bloody eyes around him, and he could see the situation around him at a glance.

It seems to be a casual shot, but in fact, every shot is very accurate, and the bullet is not missed.

In the blink of an eye, all the ambushers in the surrounding trees were knocked down by him.

Bloodhell walked over to one of the wounded ambushers and glanced at it.

This is a middle-aged man in a camouflage uniform, with a hooked nose and a dark complexion.

Blood Prison asked lightly: "You are not a mafia, which country in South America are you guerrillas?"

This middle-aged man does not speak Chinese and speaks some of the language of the chatter.

Blood Prison had a headache when he heard this, and without saying a word, he directly released the blood mist and sacrificed the middle-aged man to blood.

When the middle-aged man was sucked dry, the Blood Prison absorbed the information and learned the general situation.

It turned out that this was a middle-aged man from a Colombian guerrilla who had also received money to come here as a mercenary.

Now it's the mafia and the guerrillas, and the blood prison is a bit confused.

At this time, Sanshamu in the distance transformed into a hard earth giant and once again assaulted the enemy's defense line.

"Enemy attack!!" The mercenaries in the first line of defense immediately reacted, sounding the alarm.

The mercenaries on several watchtowers immediately set up machine-gun fire.

The bullets were so dense that they shot towards Sanxiamu, but the tiny bullets hit the hard clay shell, and all of them were bounced away, and only a few sparks were splattered.

Some bullets were stuck in the middle of the hard soil even if they came in, and they couldn't go deeper, let alone cause any damage to Sanshamu.

Soon, Sang Xiamu broke through the first line of defense, and the obstacles in front of him were blasted away by him like decorations.

With his left hand, he grabbed the neck of one of the mercenaries standing at the front, and with a twist he screwed his neck.

With a swing of the stick in his right hand, he smashed the heads of the three mercenaries nearby, and the blood splattered, which didn't look like he was killing people, but more like killing chickens.

The gap in combat power between the two sides is too great.

Like a hungry wolf, Sanshamu pounced on the sheep and began a terrible massacre.

The mercenaries' first line of defense immediately crumbled, and they had no idea what to do with the terrifying Hard-Earth Giant.

The mercenaries were at a loss for what to do, and many threw down their weapons and fled. Sang Xiamu harvested one head after another without any pressure.

A line of defense was breached, and the forest became a blood-red hell.

Commanding the partisan captain at the scene, Barlow, desperately screamed at his subordinates to maintain the defensive line, but to no avail, and finally he stopped shouting and roared: "Bombard him with howitzers." ”

Soon a group of mercenaries set up howitzers, and a few shells hit the hard-clay giants.

The cannonballs exploded on the hard earth giants, and the power was a bit great, and the hard earth giants were suddenly blown to pieces.

Sang Xiamu couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed, and hurriedly retreated to dodge.

At the same time, Sanchamu clasped his hands together.

"The Great Wall of Earth"

A huge wall quickly rose to block the bombardment of artillery fire, buying himself time to recuperate.

Sang Xiamu quickly replenished the compressed hard soil on the hard soil giant's body, and was preparing to attack again.

However, at this moment, the Blood Prison intervened.

I saw Blood Prison walk up to Sang Xiamu and said lightly, "You are too slow." ”

After saying that, his figure swept past Sang Xiamu and turned into a huge blood cloud, and then, the blood cloud slowly condensed into a blood-red three-headed hellhound.

The three-headed dog of Hell transformed into a bloody hell was the size of a truck, and once it began to pound, it was unstoppable.

The machine-gun forts and artillery barracks that blocked his way were like watermelons crashing into boulders, shattering at the touch of a single touch.

Everything that stood in the way of the Blood Hell, whether it was obstacles, mercenaries, fortresses, or high-voltage power grids, was shattered to pieces.

Bloodhell easily penetrated the defenses, and his target was the headquarters of the enemy leader, a luxurious villa area in the middle of the forest.

"What the hell is going on? The hard-earned defense line was crumbled by one man like scum. The guerrilla leader Barlow laughed miserably.

Faced with the Blood Hell rushing in front of him, Barlow pulled out the pistol at his waist and shot at the blood-red monster. This was his last stubborn resistance.

But Bloodprison didn't even look at him, just raised his claw and smashed his head to pieces, and then moved on.

The three-headed dog of Hell transformed into the Bloody Hell caused a scream wherever he went, and whenever he saw a place where there were people, he would rush over and slaughter.

The enemy's outer defenses were completely crushed by one of the Blood Prisons.

It was a big rout.

Immediately after that, the second line of defense, the third line of defense was broken one after another, obstacles were knocked away, and human bones were smashed and bitten.

Rotten heads rolled all over the ground, and screams came and went.

The Blood Hell slaughtered all who saw it, and the mercenaries could not physically resist his attacks, so they had to retreat again and again.

They desperately tried to strafe the Prison with assault rifles and attack the Prison with howitzers.

But it was useless, and the bullets and shells hit the Blood Prison, and they were all consumed by the Blood Prison.

The group of guerrilla mercenaries had never fought such a battle, and by this time there were nearly seventy sparse corpses on the ground.

The mercenaries fled in panic, and the slow runners were caught up by the Blood Prison, scratching their hands and smashing their heads.

The name of Blood Hell did not come for nothing, and everything he passed turned into hell.