Beriale just glanced ahead, and the swarm passed everyone and headed forward. The defensive formation of Miao Yuju's gate ceased to exist in an instant.

Azarel, armed with a slender sword shining with silver light, broke through the door.

Soon everyone walked out of the gate, and when they saw something at the gate, they couldn't help but feel angry.

Dozens of corpses were neatly stacked on the ground at the gate, and the gate of the Runmu villa on the opposite side was open. It's like inviting them in.

The old black brother, who has always been polite in front of outsiders, actually let out a roar of anger at this time, and the neatness of the corpse yard shows that they didn't spend much effort to defeat these apocalyptic warriors, it was very easy, and opening the door was a kind of contempt for them.

The old black brother took people and went towards the Runmu Villa angrily.

At this moment, a black wing blocked his way.

"Calm down. Beriale."

"Why be calm."

"The door is so open, it could be a trap, you should be able to see it."

"So what, these children on the ground have had similar experiences to you and me, and they died like this, and they were stacked here like animals."

"Why do you think that? We're here to kill people, and it's only natural to be killed, it's not like you."

At the words of Azar, Beriale seemed to realize his abnormality, but soon the look of doubt disappeared from his face and turned to anger, more than before.

The old black brother pushed Asa away and said, "Get out of the way, I'm going in."

Although Azazel knew that something was wrong, he followed suit, knowing that this was not the time to argue, that the great price had been paid, and that there was no way out.

......

Upon entering the Runmu Villa, Azazel felt like he had entered another dimension. It was shrouded in a thick fog, and there was an indescribable gloom in the wind. The grass and trees around it are like a labyrinth blocking the way.

Azazel opened the great ancient book, his lips closed rapidly, and he began to recite strange incantations.

But the next moment he suddenly interrupted the mantra, closed the ancient book heavily, and an irritability arose inexplicably in his heart, why should he be so cautious, it was just some children.

After walking a few steps, Azazel found that the person walking in front of him was gone, and an inexplicable sense of loneliness hit his heart, which reminded him of the pain of losing his parents and his three older sisters, and that he had almost been swallowed up by this loneliness during the time without them. Then the fear struck again, and all these emotions shifted very naturally, all of which hit the deepest weakness of his soul with precision.

Azazel walked alone in the labyrinthine courtyard, surrounded by no light but the whirring of the wind. Azariel's mind was filled with horrific images of his wanderings in Western Asia, a noble-born child who had no food and clothing from an early age, suddenly lost all his relatives, wandered from place to place, begged for food, and was occasionally drawn into various armed conflicts.

It was as if an invisible hand was holding his heart tightly, making it impossible for him to breathe. He wanted to shout, but his throat was already choked by fear, and he could only let out a faint cry. Azazel didn't know how long he hadn't wept, he had cried when his parents had died, he had cried after his three sisters had disappeared, and he hadn't cried since.

Suddenly, Azazel seemed to realize something, this courtyard was not simple, as if it was arranged with some kind of formation to confuse people's minds. But he knew that if it was just a formation, it shouldn't have caused such a deep impact on him, and there should be another master who pulled his emotions, which caused him to be deeply involved in various emotions just now and couldn't extricate himself. It is said that the Chinese people have strange methods, but Aza Purse has never taken it to heart, but he didn't expect that he was also tricked.

Azares began to recite the scriptures and kept his mind, and although the emotions that did not belong to him were still there, he had regained his senses.

After walking for a few more minutes, Azazel saw corpses on the ground, all of them of the last warriors who had come with them

。 Most of these people died in a horrific state, and most of them were mutilated.

Speeding up, Azazel walked out of the labyrinth-like garden, and the two groups of people were facing each other in front of him, and the old black brother was no longer as graceful as before, his clothes were tattered, and his face was full of ferocity, standing at the back of a group of doomsday warriors, obviously suffering a big loss.

Opposite him were two dozen young men in strange armor with broadswords. Azazel did not rush forward, he was searching. Soon he found a thin girl in a wheelchair at the back of the crowd, dressed differently from the others, she looked very weak, with some cowardice of resignation, but her eyes were as sharp as lightning, and soon the girl's gaze met that of Azal, and the girl smiled coldly at him.

Azalael felt a sudden and intense sense of fear, and his heart throbbed, and he quickly avoided his gaze, he himself did not know what was going on, but at the moment he felt that this girl was even more terrifying than the most terrible demon.

This silence between the two sides of the confrontation was quickly broken, and the old black brother suddenly shouted, and the doomsday warriors in front of him launched a neat charge towards the opposite side. Their bodies slashed through the air with great speed, making a whooshing sound as fierce as the wind.

But Azazel felt that it was not right, very wrong, why should these companions give up their superiority and charge in this way. At this moment, the Oriental man on the opposite side raised the huge knife in his hand. Just as the two sides were about to collide together, he heard a whistle, and those Huaxia people cut off the big knives in their hands. The knife collides with the dagger, and the knife collides with the flesh and blood.

All this reminded Azazel of a terrible past, when people in war were like ants and they were like grass and mustard. After a wave of attacks, his own side suffered heavy losses, leaving seven corpses in front of the opposing team.

Azazel turned his gaze back to the girl in the wheelchair, and he seemed to realize something, it must be this girl who somehow affected everyone present.

Azazel opened the book the man was carrying again, and after he uttered a spell, an invisible barrier enveloped the girl in the wheelchair.

In an instant, all the negativity in Azar's mind vanished.

The opposite side launched an attack again, the Li family followed the order, raised their knives and prepared to slash, just at the moment of swinging the knife, a strong sense of tiredness suddenly struck, but the Mo knife still cut down, this time they didn't cut anyone, they seemed to be slashed on a hard copper wall.

The Li family, who were originally mostly seriously injured, was bounced away by a huge force at this time, and all the pain accumulated before suddenly exploded, and the excitement brought by the adrenaline secretion before was gone, and several seriously injured Li family members even passed out directly.

The Li family's formation, which was relatively complete before, was now gone, full of holes, and soon the people on the opposite side launched a new round of attacks. Li Long whistled a few times quickly, and the seven Li family members, including Zhang Nian'er and Huo Huiling, took a step forward, blocking the physically exhausted people behind them.

At this time, those post-apocalyptic warriors were obviously more agile and faster than before. The impact that was supposed to happen did not occur, and all the enemies bypassed the Li family, who were holding knives in front.

Li Long only heard screams one after another behind him, she knew all these people, they were all her cousins and cousins, she knew that it was not good, and she no longer insisted on the formation. Pull out the lance in the Mo knife, turn around and go to fight.

The reaction of the seven people in front of them was almost the same as Li Long's, and soon they collided together, the Li family brandished the Mo knife and horse lance in their hands, and every move was carried by a fierce wind, and several people almost did not defend in order to protect their injured comrades, and used desperate moves. The battle that had been dominant just a few seconds ago had become a different situation, and the blood and sweat that had been squandered before had been exchanged for serious injuries, death, and defeat, and all the effort had become worthless. But no one cares, they just want to beat their opponent as soon as possible so that they can save more people.

Zhang Nian'er and Huo Huiling were the first to react, Zhang Nian'er threw away the Mo knife in her hand and rushed to the girl in a wheelchair in the back.

Huo Huiling held a Mo knife in his right hand, an equally huge horse chopping knife in his left hand, and a scimitar in his mouth, and he immediately slashed into the place where the enemy had the most. In just a split second, he killed several people

The post-apocalyptic warrior who slaughtered the wounded, blood, pieces of flesh, all kinds of red and white covered her body, and Huo Huiling at this time was like a demon from hell.

Zhang Nian'er stood in front of the wheelchair and looked at it for a while, seeing that the girl who was isolated by some kind of barrier seemed to be in no danger for the time being, and soon she gave up, she knew that this was not her own field, she knew what she was good at, and the only thing that could solve the problem was her own pair of fists. Zhang Nian'er turned around and left, rejoining the battle.

At this time, there are no so-called heroes, and there are comrades on both sides of the battle who have died tragically at the hands of each other, and both sides have already killed red eyes. The two sides can't care so much at this moment, everything is just to survive.

At this moment, the other party also seemed to have given up their speed advantage, and seeing that there were fewer and fewer people standing in the Li family, they turned into beasts at this time, and they were bound to bite their prey to death in one go.

Zhang Nian'er put on a pair of beast-shaped fist gloves and opened the bow left and right, and every punch she threw was like a swift thunderbolt full of power, as if it could shatter the mountain rocks, and almost no one could stop her punch.

Although her speed is not as fast as those of the apocalyptic warriors, it is not so easy to get rid of it as long as she is targeted, and she is like a maggot on the tarsal bone until the other party dies at her punch.

No one could have imagined the brutality of the battle, and almost all the dead were killed. But no one flinched, no one even shouted, everyone gritted their teeth, and the only goal was to kill the other.

Suddenly, without warning, the sky changed dramatically, clouds covered with clouds, and the moon was swallowed up by darkness. Then a sudden autumn rain poured down, and the raindrops were rapid and powerful, and every drop of rain was as heavy as a stone, and it hit everyone's face and body intensively.

The sudden autumn rain extinguished the fighting. There was a mess all around, with corpses and wounded, lying on the ground, leaning against a wall, or leaning under a tree, uncared for, some mutilated, unrecognizable.

There were only two people still standing in the battle array, and Zhang Nian'er gasped for breath. Huo Huiling stood on a knife, trying to adjust her breathing.

At this moment, two people came out of the darkness. Although they felt a little incredible, they couldn't imagine that these young Chinese people would be so powerful.

Azazel and Old Black finally came out of the shadows.