Carlo, whose body was pierced, propped his left hand on the ground, letting the blood gush out, and he didn't care at all.

With his legs straining, Carlo stood up again, swaying in front of Minglang, his tall figure blocking between Minglang and the mutant.

Looking at the strong Carlo, Minglang only had a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's all like this, who else do you want to pretend to show it?" ”

Ming Lang charged at Carlo again, and with a single lunge, he reached Carlo's side, and his right hand went up from the bottom up.

The palm was pressed against Carlo's jaw, and with a slap of the palm, Carlo directly raised his head and flew out upside down, and his body was like a boulder, and he was thrown heavily on the ground.

Carlo's body slid more than ten meters away from the ground until the mutant's feet stopped, and the ground was covered with Carlo's blood.

"It's just a piece of garbage, and you still learn to dress as a hero." Minglang scoffed, in Minglang's eyes, there was no difference between mutants and garbage, they were just some humanoid beasts.

The toe slowly stepped on Carlo's chest, and Akiro turned his toe vigorously, and blood gushed out from the bloody hole not far from the toe.

Carlo still wanted to struggle, he was unwilling to fall like this, but the body that had been penetrated, the moment he just fell, the flying knife happened to pass through Carlo's calf.

With his hands and soles firmly supporting the ground, Carlo tried to struggle to his feet, but found that it was all in vain.

Every time Akiro exerts force on Carlo's body, he slams Carlo's chest with his toes, stomping Carlo's body on the ground again and again.

Struggling again and again, Carlo's body had already lost its strength and collapsed to the ground with weakness.

"It's all coming to an end, and you're going to see these of your kind, die before your eyes." Akiro resumed his grip on the fight, and the tip of his knife was aimed at Carlo's left shoulder, stabbing him down.

The knife pierced through Carlo's ribs, pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Don't~!" In the group of deviants, I don't know who shouted angrily, and the deviants, who had just calmly endured their grief, suddenly became crazy and restless.

The body began to change drastically, whether it became bigger or ugly, in Akiro's eyes, the mutants were all the same, they were all monsters, and they were damn existences.

The right hand slowly stretched out the five fingers, and the flying knife appeared and floated around the palm, and the five fingers suddenly clenched into a fist, and the flying knife turned into a streamer, stabbing at the crazy group of mutants.

Green, black, purple...... Blood of all colors gushed out, and in front of Minglang, a huge fountain of blood gushed out.

There was a fishy smell in the air, but Minglang felt that the smell exuded a charming fragrance, his eyes slowly closed, and his nose stirred, enjoying the blood in the air and the screams in his ears like triumphal music.

With the screams in his ears, his hands beat softly, Minglang is the conductor of the symphony, his hands are the wielding baton, and the throwing knife is a beautiful instrument.

Countless nightmares, watching his relatives die in front of his eyes again and again, Minglang's heart has already been inhabited by a madman, a madman who will seize control of Minglang's body when he sees a mutant.

Arms waved wantonly, the screams in his ears were even more poignant and beautiful, and this was the music that Minglang liked.

"No~No~~No!"

Carlo cried, flipped white eyeballs, bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, even the screams in his ears had broken Carlo's inner defense, but Carlo was still powerless.

This kind of powerlessness is like Carlo can't give to the people who follow him, a future that can be seen clearly, like a past that Carlo can't grasp, like a future that Carlo can't change.

"Deviants, born to die!"

This sentence echoed in Carlo's ears again, the nightmare that woke Carlo up in the middle of the night.

His father, the commander of the Nanban garrison, was furious because he was a deviant, and wanted to kill himself with a knife, even if it was his mother's bitter plea, his father still severed his blood relationship with him.

This sentence was said by my father, to Carlo, who was only five years old at the time, and to Carlo's mother.

After that, Carlo's mother took Carlo and lived a life of exile, and finally his mother was seriously ill, and Carlo begged his father to save his mother, but ......

His mother's illness and death made Carlo really homeless, and it was Fu Tu who saw Carlo's pity and adopted him, and Carlo slowly began to take in the same deviant people, and finally created a paradise for deviants - dungeon.

Carlo is the savior of these deviants, and he says he wants them to live a stable life, but he leads them astray.

Carlo had wanted to show the world that deviants weren't all brutal, they just couldn't control their mania, but they weren't bad people, and they didn't want to hurt anyone......

It's a pity that Carlo didn't have a chance, he mistrusted Yuan Tinghuan, and also overestimated his status, who would believe what a mutant said?

The screams in his ears became farther and farther away, and under his body, slimy blood stains slowly flowed over the top of Carlo's head, along the gap between his body and the ground, and little by little down Carlo's heels.

"It's all coming to an end!"

Carlo's eyes are no longer painful, struggling, but desperate, what Carlo once wanted to do was a bubble after all, and was completely defeated by Minglang at this moment.

Slowly closing his eyes, Carlo gave up the last struggle, he was tired, he wanted to see his mother, the beautiful woman.

"Stop!"

An angry roar came from behind Minglang, and before Minglang could react, the moment his body was about to turn around, Minglang was grabbed by the person behind him and thrown out by his clothes.

Lin Zihan stood beside Carlo's body, looking at Carlo who was dying on the ground, his eyes were full of angry flames.

Carlo felt a lightness on his body, and he also heard the familiar voice, and his eyes, which were already desperate, endured his tiredness, opened a slit, and vaguely saw Lin Zihan's cold face.

The hand holding the knife was released, and Carlo's left hand fell heavily to the ground, his fingers slightly bent, and there was no more movement.

"Akiro?!" Lin Zihan looked at Minglang in front of him, shocked, puzzled, and surprised, but he couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart.

"Lin Zihan? Or is it a dragon? A wanton smile appeared on the corner of Minglang's mouth, he didn't care why Lin Zihan was angry, all he wanted to do was slaughter the mutants.

"It looks like Ryuko, a half-blood monggrel, is very similar to these deviants!" The crazy Minglang sneered, he didn't care at all, the danger was approaching step by step, and the consequences of angering Lin Zihan were about to be realized by Minglang.

"It's really, unreasonable!" Lin Zihan originally just wanted to let Minglang get out of the way, but now that he has changed his mind, he wants to make Minglang pay for his actions.

"Do you like throwing knives?" Yu Guang looked at the seven flying knives, the blades that had already been stained with blood, and the blood on the blades slowly dripped down.

"Killing Array~" The blue light flashed, Lin Zihan's body was covered with a frost-blue exoskeleton armor, facing an opponent like Minglang, it was not worth Lin Zihan's use of dragon blood.

"Since you like to play with flying knives, I'll have fun with you." Lin Zihan said, and eighteen flying knives poured out from his back, and a thin layer of frost seemed to be covered with the blue blade.

Under Lin Zihan's feet, the frost slowly condensed, freezing the surrounding bloodstains, and under his feet, a small patch of frost-blue ice was born.

In an instant, the extreme cold completely enveloped the area between the two city walls, and ice flowers floated in the sky.

Mo Jie, who was far away in the Imperial Federation military camp, looked at the clouds that suddenly appeared above, and snowflakes were falling, and a chill came from the direction of Nandu, and he felt bad in his heart.

"At least it's a breath that only exists at the Darkfall level, this breath ......" Mo Jie gently caught a snowflake, which looked like it was no more than the size of a fingernail, and landed on Mo Jie's palm, and the extreme chill was so strong that even Mo Jie couldn't help but shiver.

Within the defense line of the southern capital city, the blood gushing out of Minglang's wound also became much sluggish, and his body was covered with a thin layer of frost.

The hot breath exhaled from his mouth rose like a burst of white mist, and Minglang's whole body was surrounded by this chill.

"Sure enough, monsters and monsters are the best match!" Ming Lang clenched the silver war knife in his right hand, and the red blood stains on the blade had long since condensed into frost and hung on the blade.

No matter what Minglang says, he can no longer stimulate Lin Zihan, in Lin Zihan's eyes, Minglang is a complete madman, an unreasonable madman.

The little finger of the left hand is slightly bent, and then the ring finger ...... up to the index finger.

With the slight curvature of his fingers, the flying knife behind him slashed out a series of afterimages and stabbed towards Minglang.

In front of Lin Zihan's eighteen flying knives, the bright seven flying knives had no power to parry, but as soon as they collided with Lin Zihan's flying knives, they were bounced away in an instant and collapsed elsewhere.

The cold light flickered in his eyes, and Minglang, who killed the red eye, watched the flying knives being bounced off again and again, and finally regained a somewhat calm expression, his mind completely fell on the flying knives, and he was engrossed in resisting the eighteen flying knives that attacked.

Bounced off again and again, no matter how Akiro controlled the throwing knife and cut at what angle he cut to the frosty blue throwing knife, the result was the same.

In a moment, eighteen flying knives trapped Ming Lang in the flying knife array, completely blocking all of Ming Lang's retreats.

Lin Zihan was not in a hurry at all, he also wanted to see if Ming Lang would show fear in the face of death, he wanted to see Ming Lang's fearful eyes.

The fingertips of his left hand flicked gently, as if he was hitting the fingers of the piano, striking every note elegantly and accurately, but it was a pity that Lin Zihan didn't know anything about music, and the fingertips that were played at will would not be a beautiful piece of music after all.

The flying knife encircled Minglang's body, indenting little by little, and getting closer to Minglang's body little by little.