Darkness and cold hit at the same time.

Joe opened his mouth, and blood kept spurting out of his mouth.

The downpour fell in a downpour that made Joe's open eyes ache and ache.

Thunder swept behind the black clouds, bringing terrifying loud noises.

In the direction of the old fort, a low roar kept coming, the sound of a train crossing in the sky rolled and struck, the earth trembled, fires rose into the sky, and white shock waves exploded in the rain curtain to open a large vacuum.

Near the pink mermaid, the missing cannonballs kept falling, and dozens of magnificent mansions collapsed, burned, and turned into ruins in the explosion.

Joe glared, his hands gripping the pointed rod that pierced his chest. The bloodshot eyes stared directly at the man holding the iron rod.

"Highlander......" Joe easily spat the word out of his mouth.

Burly, tall, with a long face, slightly curly hair, with a faint smell of mutton, dark skin, but the skin is tanned, this is the typical appearance of highlanders.

The four big men laughed at the same time, their smiles were hideous, and one of them pulled out a round-headed war knife and slashed at Joe's neck.

"One head, ten gold coins. The head of the Imperial Black Dog, fifty percent up. ****, in the thunder of the sky, Joe heard the muttering of the man holding the sword.

Joe struggled, blood choking his throat, and he wanted to tell the four Highland thugs that if they were willing to take him to the church hospital in Port Tulum in time, he could give them a thousand 'ten gold coins', or even more.

The dull sound of horses' hooves approached rapidly, and on the lamp pole of Tryst Alley, the gas street lamp that was blown by the wind and shook indiscriminately shed a quiet light, and a pitch-black war horse roared, smashed the rain curtain, rushed out of the dark shadow of the alley, and came to the place where the street lamp shined.

A mounted policeman wearing a silver-plated high-topped bronze police helmet roared lowly, and the small cloak behind him was blown up by the strong wind, and the 'la-la-la' sounded. In his left hand, he held up a double-barreled flintlock rifle, and 'boom' was two shots.

Dropping the missing rifle, the silver-helmeted mounted officer swung his saber and charged at the four highland thugs.

The rainstorm had dispersed the white fog, and the streetlights in Tryst Alley were bright, and the mounted policeman saw Joe lying on the ground covered in blood.

He didn't see Joe's appearance clearly, but the black police uniform, and the outstanding 'burly' figure, in the entire police station in Port Tulun, only Joe was so tall and chubby.

"In the name of the laws of the empire...... Die! The saber tore through the air, splitting hundreds of huge raindrops along the way, and slashed straight at the man holding the sword.

The plateau man with a pointed iron rod bowed his head, rolled, and rolled several times in the rain. Two bullets almost grazed his scalp, and Joe could even hear the faint sound of bullets shattering his hair.

It's a pity, after all, it missed and missed.

Behind the silver-helmeted cavalry, five mounted horsemen and bronze helmets galloped closely.

Holding the war knife, the highland man who wanted to behead Qiao let out a low roar, his body slid back, and the back of the sword was held up with his left hand.

The Silver Helmet's saber slashed at the knife with a crisp sound, and the two sharp long knives cracked a thumb-sized notch at the same time. The Silver Helmet Mounted Policeman galloped past as he uttered a high-pitched shout: "Kill them, save your comrades." ”

The knife-wielding man's right hand flung back heavily, and the silver-helmeted cavalry slashed with the impact of the war horse, almost breaking his arm. His body shook violently, and before he could stabilize his body, the war horse had already crashed into him.

Joe heard a harsh, clear sound of bones shattering.

The galloping war horse collided head-on, and almost all the bones of the sword-wielding man's upper body were shattered.

The five bronze-helmeted mounted officers in the back raised their left hands at the same time, each holding a double-barreled flintlock rifle in their hands. Dense gunfire rang out, and ten heavy bullets tore through the rain curtain.

The two plateau men who stood in place had no time to dodge, and the lead bullet pierced their bodies, and blood continued to spurt out of the wounds.

Joe vomited blood and smiled weakly.

Saved, saved.

The Mounted Police of Tulum Port is one of the two most powerful forces in the Tulun Port Police Department.

These mounted policemen are basically veterans who have been demobilized from the army, they have undergone strict military training, and the enemy has fought bloody battles on the battlefield, basically have human lives on their hands, all of them are brave and good at fighting, they are real elite policemen, Billy is such a 'crack general', they are not even worthy of helping them carry their shoes.

A standard six-man mounted police squad is enough to crush bandits who are several times their own in the event of a frontal assault.

Joe gulped out blood, his fingers trembling, trying to pull out a pill from the pocket around his waist.

It was a life-saving pill.

The person who gave Joe this pill had solemnly told him that as long as the head was not cut off on the spot, as long as the heart was not broken on the spot, this pill was enough for Joe to live.

The dark shadow in front of him was getting thicker and thicker, and his body was getting colder and colder, and Qiao tried his best to take out this life-saving pill.

A furious roar was heard in the rain.

The bloated, massive monster with two quenching scimitars, who had easily repelled the mustachioed youth, had somehow rushed into the tryst alley.

He roared, swinging his scimitar as hard as he could.

Blood was surging, and the plateau man who was knocked backwards by the war horse flew up, his head flying high. With the terrible sound of the scimitar breaking through the air, his body was cut into seven or eight pieces, and the blood sprayed by the scimitar stained the walls on both sides of the tryst alley red.

The plateau man, who rolled on the ground and avoided the bullets of the Silver Helmet Mounted Police, hissed and screamed: "Slaughter, your own people!" ”

The huge monster rushed forward with heavy steps, and he stepped on the stomach of the plateau man who was lying on the ground and had no time to get up, and the plateau man's body suddenly twitched, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Your own people?" The huge monster roared in a low voice: "No one of its own! Rookie, crunchy! ”

The huge body smashed through the rain curtain, shook up the white mist, and roared wildly, crashing headlong into the horse of the Silver Helmet Mounted Policeman. There was a dull loud thud, and the sturdy horse neighed in pain, and it was knocked backwards at the same time, along with the silver-helmeted mounted police on its back.

With one blow, the war horse and the mounted police flew backwards more than thirty feet, and smashed their heads on the five mounted policemen who were charging behind.

A burst of people turned on their backs, the roar of the war horses, and the cries of the mounted police in pain were endless.

Slaughtering wildly, he strode over, the scimitar brought the cold light, and the two lucky ones jumped off the back of the war horse in advance, and the mounted policeman who avoided the impact only saw a flash of cold light, and their bodies were split into more than a dozen pieces by the scimitars that were chopped one after another.

"Crunch." Slaughter's 'click' grin.

A sharp whistle sounded from behind, and heavy footsteps came down the alley.

In just a few breaths, a group of police officers in black uniforms, with round bodies and plump faces, who can be called the 'outstanding representatives' of the Tulum Port Police Station, ran down the tryst alley.

Slaughter raised his huge scimitar and grinned at the group of policemen who were running out of breath.

A group of policemen stiffened at the same time and suddenly stopped.

Madness swung his scimitar and slashed at the six horses and four mounted policemen who were huddled together. The scimitar tore through the air, making a rapid 'snort' chirp. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, blood splattered, and the shredded limbs spewed out dozens of feet, and the alley suddenly turned into a flesh slaughterhouse.

Joe lay in the rain, tilting his head, helplessly watching this tragic scene.

The heat in his chest grew hotter and hotter, fear and anger coexisted, and he roared wildly in his heart.

More than a dozen round, chubby policemen screamed at the same time, they turned around with difficulty, and then lowered their heads and vomited, while vomiting, they used all their strength to feed, and turned around and fled with strange crying.

Large swaths of phosphorescent glittering moths fell from the sky.

They landed lightly on the bodies of the policemen, and then the bodies of the policemen quickly shriveled up, and before they could take a few steps, they became skinny corpses and fell heavily to the ground.

The white mist was thick again, and the slight piccolo sound was quite subtle, like a sharp steel wire gently piercing a person's heart.

A dark figure wearing a bowler hat and a short cloak with a small package on his back appeared beside Joe, and he looked down at Joe, and a hoarse laugh rang out in the tryst alley.

"Praise the corrupting spirit...... What a surprising harvest, a prey with such a strong blood. ”

"Come, come, little cuties, there's a perfect meal waiting for you!"

The moth, which shimmered with phosphorescence, fell rapidly from the rain curtain and quickly covered Joe's body.

Thin mouthparts pierced deep into Joe's skin, burrowed into his flesh, and began to devour his blood and devour his life.

Joe couldn't move anymore.

Dozens, no, now more than two hundred, more than a foot long, black rats pounced on Joe, wanting to compete with the strange moths for Joe's flesh and blood.

Joe's eyes were completely dark, and his whole body was completely cold.

In the boundless darkness, the fist-sized heat in Qiao Wei's heart became more and more intense, spinning wildly.

In the darkness, Joe saw two large, blood-colored eyes.

The blood-colored eyes flickered for a moment, and then released a monstrous blood flame, replacing the boundless darkness.

War, violence, death, and all the fear and killing that comes with it, all the sin and all the evil, all the ominous and ineffable weirdness......

High.

Supreme.

Exercising authority.

Arrogant.

Derived from all primordial greatness!

Two blood-colored eyes stared at Joe, and the concepts that ordinary people could not perceive, could not touch, had no right to know, and were absolutely isolated rushed and roared in the blood flames.

A voice exploded in Joe's soul.

"In the name of Crimson!"

In Tryst Alley, in the stagnant water, Qiao, who was already cold and stiff, suddenly spoke: "In the name of Crimson." ”

Joe's heart, a bloody light lit up.

'Bang'.

His heart, which had stopped beating for three breaths, suddenly beat violently.

Thousands of moths lay on top of him and sucked blood, and at the same time exploded to smithereens.

More than two hundred black rats pounced on him, all wrapped in blood-colored flames at the same time, and then let out a frightened scream.

The black shadow in the bowler hat and the slaughter in hand with a scimitar, their bodies trembled at the same time, and then sticky blood continued to spurt out from the seven orifices.

Joe, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped to his feet, a faint layer of blood floating on his skin, and he closed his eyes and punched the black shadow in the bowler hat.

'Bang'!

Just as the pointed iron rod pierced Joe's chest, his punch pierced the strange black shadow with one punch.