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The Grand Master picked up the fruit knife, cut Oppenheimer's index finger without saying a word, then held his breath and looked at it, and exclaimed in surprise: "Sure enough, it's true! Look!" and vigorously held the cut index finger to him.

Oppenheimer was about to cry out in pain, but saw that his index finger had healed and his flesh had grown, and only a shallow white scar remained. Suddenly burst into tears with excitement: "I...... I am immortal?!" Happiness came not only suddenly, but also menacingly, like a flood of water, almost fainting Oppenheimer.

"Come with me, I'll take you out of here and start a new life. The Grand Master proved to have put his arms around Oppenheimer, pulled the curtains and tied him around his waist, "Hold me and don't let go." ”

Oppenheimer trusted the Grand Master's determination, nodded vigorously, hugged the generous and decisive powerful man tightly, and shouted happily: "I will not let go!"

The Grand Master was full of pride, holding Oppenheimer in his left hand and the black crosssword in his right hand, and strode out of the corridor.

A bunch of prison knights caught up, and the bees crowded at the staircase, trembling and raising their swords, huddled together and shouted, "You have been surrounded......"

Without hesitation, the Grand Master rushed over, and as he passed by the Prison Knight, his sword opened and closed vertically and horizontally, splitting through the cast-iron armor, and an arm and helmet flew into the air, with his head and arms still embedded in the armor.

That's why the prison knights are timid. They are stationed in prisons, and they are almost the most idle knights in the entire empire, and they can take huge bribes, and in order to rob this fat poor, they have worked hard to get the idle position of prison knights.

I never expected that stationed in the most idle post would have to face the most terrible man in the world.

The headless armor still stood in place with his sword raised, the blood in his cavity sprayed the ceiling bright red, and the hot blood rain poured on the Grand Master, but he was expressionless, he didn't even look back, and walked calmly to the exit of the first floor.

Oppenheimer was stabbed three times, but he magically healed quickly, leaving only a shallow red scar on his skin. Oppenheimer screamed in pain: "Hurry up! Rush out in one go! Leave me alone!"

Without saying a word, the Grand Master walked through the western prison building, and stood at the exit, where he saw the surging cavalry division rushing out of the tunnel, roaring and assembling on the grass. The three prison buildings in the east, south, and north were all like long hairs, and countless flintlock rifles protruded from the windows, aiming at the Grand Master.

The Grand Master knew that the range of the flintlock rifle was only fifty meters. However, because the watchtower is very high, the flintlock rifle fires condescendingly, and the bullet will continue to accelerate under the action of gravity, which greatly increases the range and power, resulting in the lawn in the middle of the prison becoming the best fire coverage point, which can be called a death zone.

The horses' hooves were still approaching, and the cavalry continued to gallop in from the mouth of the tunnel. However, the Grand Master Changsheng tore the sandwich armored door in the tunnel, causing the steel plate to deform, so that the dome door would be stuck, resulting in the inability to rise, so the cavalry could only fish through the hole, and could not rush into the garrison on a large scale and assemble quickly.

Oppenheimer was frightened, and asked the Grand Master in a trembling voice, "If I get a headshot, can I grow one?"

"Don't be afraid, dear," the Grand Master scanned the dense cavalry calmly, "I will take you out safely, without you, my life will be meaningless, life is worse than death." ”

Oppenheimer was moved to tears, and he had the heart to make a promise.

"Hold me tight!" the Grand Master shouted, wielding his giant sword and rushing towards the tunnel.

"Fire!" the fourteen prison officers shouted at the same time.

Thousands of flintlock muskets fired at the same time, and the turquoise grass suddenly exploded into black holes everywhere, and the fresh soil was blasted up more than a meter high by stray bullets. The Grand Master roared angrily and rushed into the rain of bullets, and the armor was smashed by countless lead bullets, which was crisp and beautiful, and more lead bullets happened to hit the gaps in the armor and the breathing groove of the visor, and although scattered beads of blood burst out, the Grand Master protected Oppenheimer in his arms with his sword, and rushed out with his head in his head.

Dense sparks bloomed on the pitch-black spine of the sword, and the wide giant sword blocked Oppenheimer's bullets, "clanging", like large beads and small beads falling on a jade plate. Grand Master's armor flicked off countless buckshots and burst out of dense sparks, and he charged in the flames like a meteor that pierced the atmosphere, proving the invisible and colorless resistance with that coat of flame, and rushing inexorably towards freedom.

The commander of the cavalry division jumped on his horse and shouted: "Charge and fire......!"

Then there was a scream, countless war horses neighed and fell to the ground, more cavalry flew into the sky, and the dense cavalry team was in an uproar, as if a pile of straw had been pierced by a mad cow, not only could not be stopped, but left an empty trajectory, and the empty straw flew in the air.

The Grand Master's limit speed reached 120 meters per second, and the commander of the cavalry division hurriedly turned around, only to see the four afterimages of St. Peter evenly scattered on a bloody path, the afterimages maintained different running postures, and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The reaction rate of the naked eye is to record one frame every 0.25 seconds. In 0.25 seconds, St. Peter would dash out thirty meters, so the four afterimages were extremely evenly distributed and quickly disappeared on the witness's retina. Only the commander caught this fleeting clue, and the disemboweling ribs and bloody blood of the war horse proved that there were indeed people who crashed through all obstacles and destroyed all living creatures in the way like cannonballs, and left the scene at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.

While countless horses were smashed into flesh and blood, rolling and flying into the air, more cavalry were shouting in amazement: "He's gone!"

"Why did it suddenly disappear?"

"Impossible!"

When they turned their heads and saw the bloody path as clean as a killing hell, and saw their comrades with missing arms and legs being crushed under the horse's corpse and roaring, they dared to believe that the prison robbers did not disappear out of thin air, but flew out like cannonballs, but only deceived their physical eyes with their terrifying high-speed movements, forming the illusion of teleportation.

The commander of the cavalry division was inexplicably frightened, holding a flintlock pistol and spinning around, and thought to himself: "Is this the speed at which the 'Angel Pupil' is activated? In front of him, even the musket will be embarrassed......

From the time Grand Master appeared in Simmel Prison to the time he abducted the prisoners and left, it took only 3 minutes and 12 seconds, far less than the arrival time of the Dragoon Rapid Reaction Force.

Five minutes later, the 1st Squadron of Dragoons hastily arrived at Simmel Prison, only to see the demoralized Wehrmacht Division picking up the bodies and cleaning up the scene. At this point, it was too late to try to hunt down the Grand Master.

Major General Claude was furious and doubled St. Peter's wanted bounty and bought St. Peter's head for 100,000 gold coins.

The commander of the cavalry division resigned and was soon admitted to the post-war psychological trauma center. He repeated a phrase to Major General Claude repeatedly:

"One thing I've learned from the war, which I'm sure will work, is not to get in his way. (To be continued.) )