The first thing I felt was the beating of my heart, like a thunderbolt from heaven descending on my chest, and the drum resounded, as if it was about to tear the chest cavity apart, turning all blood into lava and rushing feverishly.

The exploding expansion of the instantaneous contraction of the texture brought indescribable strength and speed, causing Huai Shi to gallop through the storm and shower, like a dark ink blot extending into the mist.

In the instant dead silence, thunder sounded again in the sky.

Accompanied by overlapping bursts of gunfire.

At the moment when Huai Shi jumped out, the mercenaries who blocked the surrounding area pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the intersecting fire net shrouded the shadow of the young man in an instant.

Even if the route he traveled was so strange and changeable.

Huai Shi only had time to dodge for a moment, and all the ways of life were blocked. On the roof of the Humvee, the machine gun had begun to spin again, aimed at the running teenager.

The trigger is about to be pulled.

At that moment, in front of everyone's eyes, there was a bleak whiteness.

That's the light.

Like liquefied sterling silver raining down, bursting with a cold light of countless steel shatters, stinging everyone's eyes.

That's electric light.

Fury thunder rained down from the sky, and the whip of God's wrath struck the burning basket, easily shattering the burning fire, causing the shattered flames to rise.

Countless tiny rays of lightning swam away like snakes, branching out like tree branches, greedily licking every inch of metal around them, leaping from bullet to bullet in the air, illuminating the young man's pupils.

In the darkness, a scarlet glow lit up.

He saw it.

Torrential rains, sweeping hurricanes, criss-crossing bullets, burning fires and fog surging like tidal waves, and the blockade that gradually closes in.

Everything came to a moment's standstill in this sudden electric light.

Immediately after, countless splashes burst forth.

Huai Shi trampled the earth under his feet, jumped up in this cage of electric light and metal, flipped in the almost frozen wind, and finally fell to the ground with a scorching chain, breaking free from the cage of staggered fire.

It's like walking between thunder and lightning.

Walk through the midst of thunder and fire.

He smashed through the torrential rain, tore through the mist wrapped in the wind, and swung forward with a roar from his heart.

The heavy sacrificial knife flew out of his hand, dragging the thunderbolt in mid-air, shattering the rain curtain layer by layer, and nailing it into the skull of the Humvee's top machine gunner in a whirlwind.

Boom!

Lore!

Unable to see the blood gushing out and the wails, in an instant, the unfortunate ghost was devoured by the demon knife from the inside out into a shriveled skeleton.

By the time the mercenaries turned their guns and re-aimed at the boy's shadow, he had already returned to the side of his travel bag.

Give them a final smile.

"I wish you had gas masks. ”

The young man's pistol was aimed at the travel bag under his feet, and the trigger was pulled, and the bullet tore through the plastic bag in an instant, and countless gray-black dust flew up.

Immediately after, in his hand holding the gun, a gray-white flame ignited.

It's like a dust explosion.

The darkness that had turned into ashes engulfed everything.

Immediately afterward, a terrible scream and a roar of fear rang out.

In the last moments of fear and despair, they saw a pair of red eyes......

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As the darkness cleared, the shouting commander was curled up in his chair and weeping, like an abandoned boy.

Immediately after, he saw the boy leaning against the car door.

It was as if it had an invisible gravitational pull, pulling at the darkness created by the ashes, and sinking into his body one by one. Like a monster, he was devouring the fear, despair, and death that had solidified into substance.

Huai Shi lowered his head, casually inserted the sacrificial knife that was like a work of art into the vest, and concentrated on loading the pistol magazine, one by one, so carefully.

"To be honest, you're not elite at all, let alone professional. ”

Outside the broken window, the magazine in the young man's hand sank into the pistol, and he slowly raised the weapon in his hand to show the final enemy the pitch-black chamber: "At best, it's just a bunch of war wild dogs." ”

The trigger is pulled.

Boom!

All was silenced.

In the midst of the countless rains that fell from the sky, he turned his head and stared in the direction behind him.

Wait quietly.

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In the dead silence of the carriage, He Luo quietly stared at the young man waiting in the rain.

Qi Wen's expression changed, trying to suppress the panic and anger in his heart.

"What is he doing?"

"Wait for me. ”

He Luo sighed softly, "He knows I'm here." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the pistol from his arms, held the body of the gun and handed it to Qi Wen, "Boss, if you're unlucky, you may have to go to Jinling alone." ”

Qi Wen's expression changed suddenly, and it was difficult to maintain calm: "You...... You're a gold-level sublimator, can't you beat him?"

"That little ghost ......"

He Luo shook his head: "It's different from other people. ”

He got up slowly, but was caught by Qi Wen again.

"Don't go!" Qi Wen's eyes widened, and his expression twitched: "We don't need to fight hard with this kind of neuropathy, this is the current situation! It won't be long, and someone will come soon!"

He Luo shook his head and couldn't help but smile.

"Am I going to run away twice with my tail between my legs in front of the same imp?"

He stared at the young man who was like a demon in the rain, his eyes slowly narrowed, and his voice was cold: "If we don't kill him here, we won't be safe in the future." ”

As the scales grew, a hideous look flashed in the snake-like face.

He said, "I'll go and I'll go back." ”

As he spoke, he slowly pushed open the car door, and he walked into the torrential rain.

As he walked forward, two thick arms extended from the gaps in his coat at the shoulder blades, and two patina scimitars were drawn from behind his back.

The slender snake's tail extended from under the trench coat and gently brushed through the water, leaving a line of grim green poisonous marks.

With a near-burning essentia supply, the stigmata of the second stage, the Golden Order, was fully activated, transforming his body into a four-armed snake man weighing more than three meters.

With the opening of his four hands, the flowing water on the ground seemed to be pulled by an invisible gravitational force, and froze upwards around his body, like a rolling curtain.

Originating from Tianzhu, the Stigmata Naga was originally a poisonous dragon and a serpent, and after it was transmitted to Burma, it was blended and smelted by alchemists to extract local miracles, forming the appearance of today's four-handed snake people, and increasing the talent of water-based affinity.

It naturally has bonuses in the sea, rain, snow, and humid areas.

Today, he can be said to be in his heyday.

Even though it didn't reach the third stage and began to change from the inside out to legendary creatures, it still has incredible lethality.

As such, he stared at the boy in the rain.

He grinned, a grim grin on his inhuman countenance.

Huai Shi slowly pulled out the sacrificial knife.

After feasting on blood, the blade glowed brightly, like a mesmerizing death.