"Simon!"

Simon's head suddenly collapsed, and several of the nobles in the carriage who were conspiring with him hissed and exclaimed at the same time.

Then, the carriage fell silent.

The sound of gunfire, cannons, roars, crossbow bolts breaking through the air, and projectiles flying outside the car all disappeared cleanly. A heart-stopping silence enveloped the entire carriage, and all sounds disappeared completely.

All the colors are gone.

Everything in the carriage, including the gorgeous clothes of these nobles from the big families of the imperial capital, also lost their color. The whole world has completely turned into black and white.

Subsequently, everything around these gentlemen was slowly decaying and collapsing. It's as if after hundreds of millions of years of baptism, everything has been completely weathered.

The world went blank, and only a few gentlemen stood stiffly in this black and white world of nothingness.

The sound of soft footsteps came, and inexplicable fear was like a cold poisonous snake, slowly wrapping around the hearts of these gentlemen. Their eyes widened, their mouths wide open, and they were covered in cold sweat, and they wanted to scream and cry for help, but they couldn't make a sound.

Behind a gentleman, a dim and ephemeral figure slowly appeared.

He covered the man's mouth with one hand from behind, and in his right hand he held a small blade and slashed lightly across his neck.

There was a crisp sound of 'snort', as if an extremely sharp paper cutter had cut through white paper.

There was an extremely deep, fine crack on the neck of the gentleman, but there was not a trace of blood spurting out.

In the sound of gentle footsteps, this dim and fleeting figure appeared behind another gentleman. There was another crisp sound of 'snort', and this gentleman was also covered by someone from behind and lightly stabbed in the neck.

One, two, three......

In the carriage, several nobles of the imperial capital who conspired with Simon were each stabbed.

In the process, they are like ducks hanging under the eaves of the house and being dried, stiff, rigid, and unable to move at all. Not being able to resist, not being able to escape, not being able to call for help, it's like being in a nightmare.

Then, the surrounding scene was restored, and countless tiny colorful particles floated up, reforming the carriage and making up all the furnishings in the carriage. A small sound could be heard far away, and gradually the noisy messy sound grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, the whole world returned to normal.

A thin mist of blood erupted frantically from the necks of several gentlemen, and their own blood pressure caused blood to spurt out from the extremely deep and fine wounds, and the blood mist sprayed out more than a dozen feet away, almost evenly smearing the entire carriage.

With their hands clutched to their throats in despair, they fell to the ground in convulsions, unable to make a sound until they died.

In their perception, they were trapped in the black and white world for at least three to five minutes, and it took more than a minute for the dim and ethereal figure to kill them one by one slowly and methodically.

However, if there were outsiders in the carriage, they would be able to see that the gentlemen were still gathered in everything one moment, hissing Simon's name, but the next moment they ......

It wasn't even a hundredth of a second, only a faint flash of cold light, and their necks were sliced open, blood splattered, and they lost their lives in an instant.

The people who attacked and killed them were very fast, unusually fast...... Like a nightmare, like the most horrific nightmare of nightmares...... He appeared, harvested life, and disappeared without a trace!

A few of the ladies fell heavily in the carriage, their faces dead white, their eyes the cloudy grayish white of dead fish that had been dead for five or six days.

If the clergy of the church were present, they would have seen at a glance that not only had their lives been harvested, but even their souls had been completely destroyed in an instant.

This secret technique of destroying souls is uniformly called 'heresy' in the mouths of the clergy of the Church!

Joe took a deep look at the carriage Simon had just been in.

Something terrible must have happened in that carriage. Although he had not been able to see the whole process of the strange assassin's harvesting life, in his 'crimson' vision, he could see the scarlet aura that suddenly erupted from the carriage like a volcanic eruption.

The thick and substantial evil qi rushed out at once, and then turned into a long dragon with a diameter of several feet and rushed towards Qiao.

Death, there is an incredible death that erupts in the carriage!

"These guys, they're going to die!" Joe jerked his hand up, and a sixty-millicaliber cannonball slammed into his palm. It was a damn flowering shell, and before Joe could hit it back the way it came, the shell exploded in Joe's palm.

There was a loud bang, and the flames flooded Joe's body.

Qiao's white flesh fluctuated violently a few times, and the explosion and damage of sixty millicaliber flowering bombs were definitely not comparable to the destructive power of a train carriage smashed on the head.

The flesh of Qiao's palm trembled, and the white and tender flesh was stained with a layer of black smoke...... That's all.

But all of his clothes were crumbled, his clothes and trousers were blown to pieces, and only a few pieces of torn cloth stuck to him strongly, stubbornly, and they were still burning violently, and in a few seconds they were burned clean.

Joe's hair and eyebrows were also burned to pieces by the flames of the explosion......

Annoyingly, Joe was facing the direction of the shell explosion, and he had only burned off the right half of his head, while the left half of his hair was largely intact.

The right side of the scalp is smooth and hairy on the left side of the scalp.

Joe raised his hand and touched his weird hairstyle, then looked down at his sleek body, and couldn't help but roar angrily: "This doesn't make sense...... In the port of Tulum, Longinus and those knights of the church, why did their robes not be burned by the flames? ”

At the entrance of the Golden Anchor Club, Joe clearly remembers that the uniforms of the two Imperial Major Generals were burned clean, while the uniforms of Longinus were undamaged.

Even the Knights of the Holy Inquisition under Longinus, many of them wielded the power of fire.

But their robes were unscathed in the flames!

Lan Mujin stood behind Qiao's side, holding Qiao's coat in his left hand, the cold light flickering between the five fingers of his right hand, and quietly pinching a pair of quenched cow hair needles.

Hearing Joe's complaining roar, Lan Mujin said in a deep voice: "The church's divine robe is made of rare and extraordinary materials, and it is blessed with divine arts, and it has extremely strong resistance...... But the cost of this robe is high, and no country is willing to equip it except the church. ”

"Hah!" Joe slapped his exposed belly hard, rolled his eyes and said in a strange voice: "No wonder Lieutenant General Otto was also running around naked just now...... In other words, we have to get used to this in the future, right? ”

Lan Mujin laughed dryly: "It's good to get used to it...... However, if you are willing to spend a lot of money, you can also have some special clothing from the church...... However, the price is very, very expensive! ”

Joe's face shuddered for a moment, and he hesitated, "Then, I'll think about it again." Actually, there's nothing wrong with that, is it? ”

The Major General of the Imperial Army on the special train had already engaged in a fierce confrontation with the attackers.

The low wolf howl was undulating, and the major generals of the Imperial Army were inferior in numbers, but they cooperated with each other tacitly, and they were faintly pressing the enemy.

Among the attackers, whether it was the burly men with yellow glow or the ice werewolves who flew in, they were all extremely brave, but they hardly cooperated at all, and they were completely a rabble.

In the special train, in addition to the thirty transcendent fifth-order swamp shadow wolves with the rank of major general, there were also a full two hundred transcendent fourth-order swamp saber-toothed wolf officers with the rank of colonel and lieutenant colonel.

The train capsized, and now there are only twenty-three fifth-order combat forces attacking, and there are more than one hundred and seventy fourth-order combat forces.

The wolf howls came and went, and the iron-gray figures were in groups of three or five, really like wolves hunting in the swamp, and with the twenty-three major generals of the Imperial Army, nearly forty fifth-order enemies who were about to attack were trapped in the middle.

These Imperial officers did not seek to inflict a blow on the enemy, they only drew the enemy's attention, constantly harassed the enemy, constantly distracted them, and occasionally left a small wound on their body, leaving them a little blood......

This is the kind of harassment guerrilla that makes the attacking fifth-order powerhouses annoying.

In just a few minutes, not far from Qiao's side, a big man with a yellow light flashing all over his body punched an Imperial Army colonel to the point that he vomited blood and flew backwards dozens of feet, but his head was cut off by a major general of the Imperial Army.

The Imperial Army Major General who succeeded in one blow was besieged by two enemies of the same rank, and his body was slashed three times with two axes and two hammers, and he vomited blood and flew backwards, while the two fifth-order enemies who hit him hard were pierced through the heart with a sword and sealed their throats with a sword.

Joe stood at the top of the carriage and hissed, "Kill them, ha, kill them!" ”

In the carriage at Joe's feet, the doors of the small prison carriages were closed, and several wounded inspectors were lying in the carriages covered in blood, unable to move.

The Imperial officers stationed in this carriage had all sorted, and from the small prison carriage there was a constant murmur of knocking and invective, the hysterical screams and invectives of the imprisoned gentlemen.

A chill swept through the carriages, paused slightly outside the doors of each of the captive carriages, and then quickly moved away.

The invective of the gentlemen in the carriage was gone, and the sound of percussion was completely gone, except for the groans of a few wounded inspectors, and there was no other sound in the carriage.

Standing on the top of the carriage, Joe jerked his head down and looked in horror at the carriage that had turned scarlet like a red-hot soldering iron in the 'crimson' vision.

Death, death, death......

Death, and the fear it brings, turned scarlet like a substance of evil energy tumbling out and pouring into Joe's body.

The gentlemen in the carriage are all extinguished.