Chen Mo walked among the bloodlines, like a graceful dancer, like a dancer on an ancient Indian fresco.

With the sound of bones and bones, the heads of these bloodlines fell to the ground like heavy fruits in autumn.

The sound of broken necks came and went, as if they were beating the drum, there was no Hades in this world, but all the bloodlines agreed that the sound of these broken necks was like a desperate imp beating the drum mercilessly and indifferently.

After a rabbit rise and fall, it is long to say, but in fact, there are only two or three faces, and all the bloodlines have been slaughtered.

Chen Mo was like a tiger pounced on his prey, if he didn't move, he turned into a rainbow in the sky, and the spear of all beings in his hand was danced vigorously.

Flutter! Flutter! Flutter! Flutter!

Many of the bloodlines didn't react at all, they felt their throats sweet, their eyes turned black, and they fell to the ground one after another, turning into straight corpses.

After cleaning up all these bloodlines, Chen Mo leaned against the wall and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Chen Mo felt a little dizzy, especially the sharp pain in his left leg bone.

The leg bones are fractured, and the spine is somewhat damaged.

Chen Mo judged his current physical condition, which was very bad, but there was no big problem.

This kind of injury is about the time of a glass of water for him with [Tiger Jiao Lingliu].

Well, a glass of water is about equal to a second, after all, Chen Mo has always been a sullen drinker, except for hot water.

At this moment, Chen Mo felt not far away, and cast a gaze that locked on him.

He didn't look over there because he knew who was coming.

The only person who can appear here at this time is the Marquis of Leighton!

Layton looked at Chen Mo, suddenly thought of something, and frowned tightly, "So all of this was arranged by you?"

The moment Layton saw Chen Mo, he knew that he had attacked their camp with the black-robed pharaoh.

Combined with the current offensive of the Terran resistance army outside, Marquis Layton guessed that all this was most likely a plan of the Terrans!

But what he couldn't figure out was when the human race had been weak for so many years, when such a powerful opponent had popped up.

Marquis Layton didn't speak, just pulled out the bronze tiger-headed knife on his back.

His mission is to protect the royal city.

Anyone who appears inside the Crimson City is an enemy!

Chen Mo took a deep breath, his shoulders turned slightly, the injury on his leg bone had almost healed, although there was still a certain distance from Quansheng, but now Chen Mo seemed to have no choice!

The Marquis of Layton in front of him must be slaughtered.

He drew the Spear of All Beings and slammed it into the air.

The legs are slightly bent.

"Boom." A bang.

Chen Mo started violently, turned into a violent wind, and rushed directly towards the Marquis of Layton.

The quest had reached its final stage, and Chen Mo had probably guessed why Duke Bolton had not made a move.

It's not a question of whether you want to or not, but whether you can or not.

If before, everything was Duke Bolton's plan, no, it was more accurate that it was the ploy of Virgil the Great, he wanted to put werewolves and undead into Scarlet City, so he didn't make a move, Chen Mo could understand.

….

But now, the undead and werewolves are fighting to the death outside the Scarlet City, and his own plans have been ruined by himself, and he has not intervened at this point, which is obviously a problem!

Therefore, Chen Mo judged that Duke Bolton should not be able to make a move now!

Therefore, he just needs to find a way to find the other party and kill the other party, and then it will all be over!

A piercing and shrill voice came, and Marquis Layton's eyes became distracted.

Chen Motong's hole shrank suddenly, because in his field of vision, the surroundings became dark, shrouded in depth, and silver silk threads stretched out from the endless void darkness.

They flocked to the Marquis of Layton, enveloping him almost instantly.

They pierced into the skin of the Marquis of Layton, like tentacles of some unknown creature!

The Marquis of Leighton is in control!

Chen Mo didn't know what kind of means this was, but he suddenly realized that perhaps, Emperor Virgil might have left some cruel backhand after the ritual was destroyed!

"Die!"

Bang!

Chen Mo was thrown away by an invisible force and slammed into a wall, causing the wall to crack and bricks to fly.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked coldly at the Marquis of Layton opposite.

Chen Mo didn't know what kind of ability this was, but he knew a little bit and couldn't delay it any longer.

The Duke of Bolton must have another way to start the sadhana, but it will take longer, or it may be more costly!

Chen Mo picked up the spear of all beings and rushed towards the Marquis of Layton,

Marquis Layton let out a painful roar, and countless bloody forces turned into a burst of dead black wind like a tidal storm, slamming towards Chen Mo!

The Marquis of Layton didn't move, but the black air moved.

Chen Mo's heart sank, and he inexplicably had a feeling of impending a catastrophe.

He always felt that a pair of eyes hanging high in the sky were watching him, without any human emotions. There is only the indifference and ruthlessness of the operation of the rules, and the blood of indifference.

Behind Chen Mo's head, which Chen Mo couldn't see, a long and slender figure sat on Chen Mo's shoulder at some point.

The figure's excessively long bangs covered half of his face, his long black hair hung down Chen Mo's back to the ground, and his legs were elegantly folded, his left leg was on top and his right leg was below.

The figure gently stretched out his hand and gently stroked Chen Mo's hair, as if he was stroking a cat.

A black force wanted to forcibly drill into Chen Mo's brain.

This is the power from the gods, Chen Mo's brows furrowed tightly.

He could feel his soul trembling and trembling!

There is some kind of powerful force that wants to forcibly reverse his sanity, wants to forcibly control his spirit!

The next moment, he shook his right hand in the void and slapped a black charm on his head.

At the moment when the black spell slapped on the door of his head, Chen Mo's eyes suddenly became hollow, his body became a little stiff, and his whole person's vital signs quickly disappeared, as if he had turned into a corpse.

[Name: Curse of Suspended Death]

【Type: Consumables】

【Grade】

[Introduction: It can make you understand what death is, and it will work wonders if you use it properly.] 】

[Special effect: Stick the charm on your own brain, and the rune paper will burn, which can make the human body enter a state of suspended animation, and reduce the hostility of the surrounding creatures to you to zero.] The cost, during which you will be stiff and fragile, limited in movement, unable to control the body, lasts 1 minute. 】

[Note 1: Tasting death is the first step to becoming a strong man]

[Note 2: If there are other people around, it is recommended not to use it, even if it is a teammate, do you think he will appreciate your beautiful face when you fake your death?] No, he'll definitely stab you in the back. 】

Single-mindedly seeking death for the white dragon horse