Three helicopter gunships crashed.

A golden-robed magician was killed in an instant.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden change, and they were all shocked when they looked at the man who was dressed in tatters but was extremely sad.

Infected by his sad emotions, the survivors did not even have the joy of being rescued, and fell into grief together.

What happened to this man?

The snow was falling, but the surrounding Templars were quickly surrounding.

Someone shouted, "Quick! Send someone to inform the Temple! We found the target in the city of Irkutsk! ”

"Lord Lubei has been killed! Gunship crashed! ”

"All members of the Black-robed Samurai Order must not retreat! Hold him back! The Templars are coming soon! ”

"Don't be afraid! He's been seriously injured! ”

Hundreds of black-robed warriors rolled around, armed with two-handed swords, and the queue was mixed with silver-robed magicians and knights.

But he heard a loud shout, but it was Ivan who forcibly grabbed two thin swords and stopped in front of the man, ignoring the two thrilling penetrating wounds on his palms.

He shouted: "Stand up if you don't want to die!" Fight with them! ”

Thousands of survivors woke up from a dream, and then they all reacted, shouted, and stopped in front of the man with weapons.

Don't look at the survivors' rags, disorganized, and unorganized.

But thousands of people rushed up, and the momentum of the decisive death immediately made this group of black-robed warriors stunned.

In normal times, these untouchables would not be worthy of carrying their shoes.

They have golden-robed magicians leading the team and helicopter gunships for fire support, even if there are more untouchables?

But now?

The golden-robed magician died, and three gunships crashed.

Although the average strength of the remaining black-robed warriors was C-level, there were only more than two hundred after all.

A silver-robed warrior shouted, "No one must retreat!" We are proud Templars! ”

"We ......"

Before the words fell, a gunshot rang out and hit the silver-robed warrior directly in the chest.

Old man Andrei raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and shouted: "Kill them!" ”

This old-fashioned shotgun was obviously unable to inflict lethal damage on the silver-robed samurai, but it completely angered the opponent.

only heard the roars of both sides, and everyone rushed over without fear of death.

The survivors fought for their lives.

And the warriors of the temple fought for the mission arranged by God and for the dignity of the temple!

Two hundred against a few thousand.

Although the number was unequal, the Templars' strong physical fitness and tacit combat methods were comparable to thousands of people!

In this war, either you die or I die!

There is no gunship as a deterrent, and there is no A-level golden-robed magician to lead.

Although the Templars were still brave, they were outnumbered and besieged by thousands of survivors.

Wielding two-handed greatswords and gritting their teeth, they fought silently, killing five or six survivors for every Templar warrior who fell.

Under the absolute suppression, even if the average strength surpassed the survivors by a grade, the black-robed warriors of the temple were still defeated and retreated.

Not far from the central square, hundreds of men in black silently watched this unequal battle, without the slightest intention of interfering.

This is the elite of the FBI in North America, more than half of them are biochemical warriors who have been modified by human bodies, and there are more than a dozen artificial humans made of high-fiber muscles.

The leader of the team is a gray-haired scientist, whose soul strength has reached the peak of A-level.

He watched as the Templars fought to their deaths and never retreated, and then cursed an idiot.

The golden-robed magician named Lubeiter was also an idiot.

The fact that this group of refugees were able to survive in the icy Irkutsk is obviously not an easy task.

After eating the flesh and blood of the old gods, his physical fitness and soul strength have been raised to a higher level.

Yes, they are blasphemers, and they deserve death.

But the temple should not be so arrogant as to drive people to a dead end.

Well, now Lubette is dead, and the gunship has been shot down.

The blasphemers had to play for their lives in order to survive.

The key is this play, the low-level black-robed warriors of the temple really can't play with others.

A cyborg soldier whispered, "Mr. Copperfield! Aren't we going to help? ”

Copperfield sneered, "Help? Are you even blinded by the camera? ”

"How did Lubeite die just now? You didn't see it? ”

"How did those three gunships fall and you didn't see them?"

The cyborg warrior's face flushed from Copperfield's scolding, and he couldn't help but say, "We are allies of the Templar......"

Copperfield interrupted him: "That's all it takes to talk about it outside!" In these years, I can't even trust my own brothers, but I still believe in my allies? ”

"You group of biochemical warriors, one by one, the transformed Kongwu is powerful, but your brains are getting worse and worse."

"It's not as good as androids, although they are dumber than you, but they are loyal, reliable, and don't talk so much nonsense when carrying out orders!"

As he said this, he suddenly raised his voice: "Frankenstein One!" ”

A strong man with a strong force came over with a hammer and said nothing.

Copperfield said, "Prepare a body for me!" ”

Frankenstein One waved his hand, and a hollow-eyed android strode over.

The FBI scientist reached out and touched the android, and after a few moments, the android's eyes began to glow.

Copperfield looked at his new body, a little smug.

This is the soul transfer technique he researched, through a special soul resonance frequency, let his three souls and seven spirits escape from the original body and enter an artificial body.

This artificial body is equivalent to his own puppet, in this way, using the puppet's body to go out to do some dangerous things, even if the body is killed, the three souls and seven spirits can escape.

As long as your own body and soul are immortal, it doesn't matter how many puppets you die.

He said in high spirits: "Frankenstein! You keep me where I was! ”

"Captain Biochemical, come with me to meet this God Destroyer!"

The captain of biochemistry scolded 10,000 sentences in his heart.

The group of fierce gods killed an A-class magician by dividing five by two, and by the way, three helicopter gunships were taken down.

It is said that in the midst of the divine war in the Holy City, this god puncher was chasing God and slashing.

The battle lasted almost a month, and it is still not known who won or lost.

You're not afraid of death, you're a puppet anyway.

But I'm afraid.

However, there is a strict hierarchy in the FBI, and scientists are the top group in the FBI, equivalent to academicians of the Middle Earth Academy of Sciences.

He gave an order, and he really couldn't disobey it.

Copperfield didn't care what the biochemical captain was thinking.

Anyway, the cyborg warriors are a bunch of idiots to him, not as loyal as the android Frankenstein, and not as good as serious science and management in terms of intelligence.

It doesn't matter if you die, anyway, there are many people who want to be biochemical warriors these days.

He just shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the battlefield.

The gods and a group of blasphemers are really a group of people made in heaven......