Zhou Zhongmou, who was running on the street, regretted it, "I should have tried to get them out of the city as soon as I came back! What a hopeless procrastination!!" He cursed himself in his heart, and the feeling of regret was like a poisonous snake gnawing at his heart, if he saw old Ivan for a while, it would be fine if they were still alive, in case they died--Zhou Zhongmou didn't dare to think about it, although he now understood very well that even if there was no old Ivan, he would not necessarily die, and his appearance at that time was more like adaptive evolution- But this did not prevent him from seeing the old Ivan family as a lifesaver.

All the routs along the road that could be easily cut down, Zhou Zhongmou was easily hacked to death - these guys are already crazy in their brains, even if they see a big man with a vicious face like Zhou Zhongmou, they dare to come up and grab it, of course, it is to deliver food. On the way, Zhou Zhongmou always held on to the hope of what happened - although the burning houses on the side of the road and the corpses that fell to the ground all showed that this hope was so slim, "Maybe, after all, Old Ivan is also a squad leader who has reached the bronze level." ”

Hope turned to despair the moment I saw the house. The apartment in front of him had turned into a huge torch, flames burning through the ceiling from the room he had previously lived in, and tongues of fire were spewing out from every window. It was obvious that there would be no living people in this situation under such circumstances, but Zhou Zhongmou did not give up, he lifted the red-hot stone of the collapsed building next to him and smashed open the wall on one side.

Flames erupted from the breach at once, and Zhou Zhongmou's strong will began to erode reality—driven by intense emotion, the behemoth began to roar wildly within a short small area around his body. With the outbreak of vindictiveness. Zhou Zhongmou rushed into the fire. The stairs had already burned down, and Zhou Zhongmou jumped hard and jumped up to the second floor in flames.

Then he saw charred corpses, no longer male or female, but in numbers it was probably the old Ivan's family - two larger charcoals, one in the doorway, one in the inner room, and the other smaller in the kitchen. The raging fighting spirit exploded, and the flames couldn't lick Zhou Zhongmou's body at all, and the flames in his heart were higher than the heat outside his body. I wanted to roar, but I couldn't, "It's obviously just a primate from another world, it's just a human from another world!" Zhou Zhongmou didn't have tears. The tearful look was not at all suitable for this vicious face—now his face was enough to frighten people to death

"And Christie," Zhou Zhongmou said through gritted teeth. He looked at the three charred bodies in the room, although there was always a little hope to say to him: "These three corpses are no longer distinguishable at all, not necessarily the Ivan family!" But reason and logic told him--"This is the Ivan family!" Little Ivan had just listened excitedly to Zhou Zhongmou bragging about his journey along the way a few days ago, and Zhou Zhongmou didn't know how to express it. Empty. But it's hot. Anger was on the verge of spiraling out of control—not just against the rout, not just against the two sides that launched today's campaign, not just his own procrastination

Zhou Zhongmou rushed directly from the second floor to the street, and the momentum of the tall giant with flames caused the rout and residents who were still fighting around him to flee one after another—not only this momentum. And that rage that can almost be reduced to substance. He ran frantically along the streets, completely oblivious to the tragedy that was happening around him - Zhou Zhongmou saw it very clearly, and he also remembered the massacres that could only be seen in those history books on Earth before, no matter how bloody the history books were, there was no madness in the midst of it now. Although Zhou Zhongmou had been to the village looted by the bandits in the mercenary mission before, he had never had such a scale and murderous picture.

At Christie's small home, Zhou Zhongmou stopped—anger and sadness almost formed a substantial gloomy storm, and the man's body trembled slightly, which Zhou Zhongmou had never seen in Zhou Zhongmou, who had perfect combat skills and muscles. Reason is about to break, and the rage is rising like magma beneath a volcano. Here he saw death. The young couple collapsed in the room, Christie's husband had been cut in two, and Christie was naked, with the feet of the table stuck in her chest and lower body, and their child, the baby, who was less than a year old, had its little head completely blown out, and it was obvious that someone had grabbed the child's feet and thrown him against the wall and stoned him to death

The throat was very dry, Zhou Zhongmou couldn't say anything, and the anger of remorse had already turned his eyes red. The guy's short hair was now standing on end, too—his scalp was tight, making it a thorn. Looking at the tragic scene in front of him for a long time, Zhou Zhongmou turned his body, and then he suddenly turned around, and as he turned around, a huge arc light lit up. The entire small house collapsed under the arc light, obscuring the bleak picture inside. The next moment, the demon came out.

Zhou Zhongmou's anger was uncontrollable, the raging flames were burning himself, but Zhou Zhongmou didn't care - he needed more pain, and now only pain could relieve the anger and sadness in his heart a little - the death of his parents was a natural disaster, and he couldn't hate and blame anyone, but now it was a man-made disaster, and he had a specific goal to hate.

Chop, slash, slash, endless slash! Zhou Zhongmou slashed the person with a weapon in front of him, his scarlet eyes spurted with rage, and the only trace of reason he inherited could only make him reluctant not to kill those civilians, women and children who were not holding weapons. Nothing could stop him before his eyes. Fierce sword skills reached new heights, and the brutal force slashed the opponent in front of him with his weapon, leaving only a ground of minced flesh in his wake. The soldiers who wanted to flee scrambled and shoved, crying out to get away from the mad giant, but they couldn't run. The tall man's speed, strength, and skill were unassailable, slashing them with a terrifying ferocity like a roaring waterfall.

The rout had now been awakened by great fear, but the next moment they were in the abyss of fear and collapse - whether they ran away or resisted, screamed or begged for mercy, they could not slow down the man's killing speed even a little. So they completely collapsed, some of them just sat on the ground and waited to be slashed, and of course some people rushed up to be killed in a completely mad way, brandishing their weapons.

Now there are more than 100 people who have fallen in front of Zhou Zhongmou, and the chain mail on his body has also been damaged in this crazy battle - now this guy has fallen into the madness of killing, and he doesn't care much about dodging, and his muscles have become like steel under the dual effect of anger and vindictiveness, and he doesn't care about the weak counterattacks that the other party has made against him.

Now passing in this direction, Zhou Zhongmou finally ran into the army of the Earl of Tyre, who had entered the city. His Excellency the Count was now besieging the Grand Knight of Dragunov, and he believed in the prowess of his men - indeed, the scattered soldiers were of no use in numerical superiority in the face of the organized Tyre army - until they ran into a large man (to be continued......