Albion 20km level.

Zone 3.

The third battlefield of division.

What was once a bustling neighborhood full of life and energy is now a scene of ruins.

Traces of destruction were everywhere, with ruins strewn across the ground, rubble and debris scattered into a broken puzzle, and the walls of houses crumbling, leaving only fragmented wreckage that could not be identified in their former form.

Black smoke hung over the ruins, filling the air with a thick smell of burning, and with the engulfing flames, the houses were reduced to a scorched earth, and the burning flames licked the remaining buildings, and the blazing light illuminated the entire ruins, dazzling and desolate.

The roads in the streets have been destroyed beyond recognition, the cracked ground has revealed bottomless cracks like a hideous wound, and broken pipes have gushed sewage into a filthy river that flows through the ruins.

Puff~

A headless corpse with flickering electronic sparks fell in front of a blond-haired and golden-eyed young man who was carrying the head of a construct that was also sparkling with electric sparks in his right hand.

Around the blonde youth, the corpses of the constructs were scattered in every corner of the block, their bodies shattered, fragments scattered across the ground with a cold metallic glow. Broken parts and twisted mechanical structures were exposed, creating a desolate and terrifying spectacle, with electronic sparks flickering on corpses and magical glows leaping through the darkness.

"The last one."

Xia Xiu, who was wearing the [Emoji Mask], slowly lifted the mechanical head in his hand that was still active, and as he lifted it, his right hand began to be covered with blood-colored steam.

"You should have uploaded the battle data to the [Roundtable Memory Center] section, maybe the engineering department of the [Thirteen Sections] is watching me."

Xia Xiu turned his head upside down, so that the mechanical prosthetic eye above was facing him, as if he was not holding a skull in his hand, but a camera for selfies, and he was focusing the camera so that it could take a picture of himself more clearly.

"Hello everyone."

The blonde youth's warm and bright laughter came from behind the mask, and his mask looked like this:

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After greeting, the blood-colored vapor on the right hand holding the head swelled to the extreme, and then, the terrifying blood-colored vapor turned into an astonishing wave.

[Blood Fighting Technique: Strong Hand Crusher!] ]

Disheveled!

The mechanical skull in the hands of the blonde youth was directly crushed to pieces.

After doing all this, Xia Xiu looked up at the ruined Third District, where the people had directly shredded the cheap teleportation scroll created through the [Great Magic Circuit] and teleported to the [Tidal Shelter] after he blew up the Dennis Theater.

Looking at the burning neighborhood, Xia Xiu subconsciously pressed the [emoji mask] on his face, and then turned his head casually and looked elsewhere.

The people who blew it up were Kidd, a temporary hired performer for Dennis Circus, and a few other masked weirdos, who had nothing to do with him.

"At this point in time, Broly and Tours should have settled their minds as well, and Lando Ermelo should start his own show according to the script I envisioned······"

Thinking of this, the blonde youth's golden eyes revealed an inexplicable meaning.

"Truth can disorient and lose its original meaning, it has happened in the past, and it is now."

*********

Another crumbling street corner in the 3rd arrondissement.

The second battlefield that was divided.

"Ahem, ahem... Monsters, ··· Don't... Don't come here..."

In the daylight, the pale Cappadocia Raskin struggled in agony on the ground, his chest covered with sharp wooden thorns. The wooden spikes were like demonic claws, piercing his skin and digging deep into his chest.

Blood dripped down the surface of the thorns like a bright red waterfall, creating a frightening picture.

At this moment, Ruskin only felt a suffocating pain in his internal organs, and every breath brought him severe pain, his body was constantly spasmodizing with fear and pain, and his eyes were full of endless pain and despair.

In front of him, the berserker who resisted the "Piercing Fortress" walked towards him covered in wounds, and at the same time, the other party was slowly pulling out the cross spear that pierced through the abdomen - it was the strongest blow that the vampire could launch with the last core blood that burned just now, and it was also his last counterattack.

Ruskin thought that blow would be able to stab the terrifying beast on the other side, but his desperate struggle, the huge wound he caused to the other party, as if it were a stimulant hormone, made the beast in front of him even more excited.

In that moment.

The destruction and slaughter of the Berserker's heart was at its peak, a roar of madness and excitement echoed throughout the neighborhood, and when the vampire heard the roar, he instantly fell into madness.

Then the vampires and berserkers fought in the most modest and wild of beasts.

The Juggernaut Incarnation and the Soul unleash all their spirituality, distorting the benchmark of reality, colliding with each other and never cease.

Only when the spirituality of one party completely swallows up the spirituality of the other, and the distortion of one party swallows the distortion of the other, will they stop colliding.

Berserkers and vampires are like two instinctive beasts, fighting each other.

Kill, spill blood!

The two of them were dominated by simple killing intent, and under the [Beowulf's Oath], they began the most savage duel of deaths.

Finally, when Ruskin came to his senses from his wild madness, he had become a desolate old man, exhausted of oil.

The wooden thorns were firmly fixed to his chest, and he could not escape the torment, and the light of the day sprinkled on the pale skin, scorching their bodies and souls like flames.

And he couldn't help but say what he just said to the beast that was coming towards him.

The fierce battle just now had pleased Broly's purest and crazy desire for destruction, and although his expression at the moment looked terrifying, compared to his previous posture of being pure as a beast, his current appearance was undoubtedly much better.

Broly, holding the [Cross Execution], was now in front of Cappadocia Raskin, who was struggling with his struggle, looking condescendingly at his enemy.

Unlike any previous enemy, Cappadocia Ruskin was equally resistant to death, but the other party's resistance was so fiery that he was so resistant to the loss of life.

"I... Also·· Can't die..."

Ruskin's originally clear vision was gradually enveloped by a layer of mist, and the outline of the scene gradually blurred, losing its clear boundaries. The colors also become dull, and the world becomes gray and hazy. The light diminished in his eyes, dimming through the hazy vision. He was unable to accurately identify objects and figures around him, only blurred outlines and blurred colors.

He tried to keep his eyes open, trying to keep his vision awake, but his vision was getting blurrier, as if it was cut off by a veil of light.

Cappadocia Raskin's senses gradually receded, his body was no longer able to perceive the world around him, and he fell into a vague state of being, losing his direct perception of the outside world.

His memories seemed to be pulled back to that past summer.

The blue skies of the countryside and the sleepy summer, and...

"Nias..."

Puff –

The sharp object stabbed into the fragile throat, severing the vampire's last words and fond memories.

"This is not the case with the wicked; but like chaff scattered by the wind. ”

Broly whispered slowly, and the cross-spear in his hand began to crumble and shatter.

Cappadocia Raskin, execution completed.

*******

Near Dennis Theatre.

The first battlefield to be divided.

"No !!"

The huge iron virgin opened abruptly, and an embarrassed and ugly woman fell out of it, she fell to her knees on the cold ground, her trembling body could not bear the pain inside, her hands clutched her chest, and tears rolled down like beads of broken thread, falling on her pale cheeks, intertwined with her cries.

The voice was like a heart-rending howl, and the vampire's face was contorted with pain, tears and saliva mingled together to form a river of sorrow that flowed down, and her lips turned purple from the cry, as if eroded by the power of the wail.

Cappadocia Nias was in despair at the moment, and she kept muttering like a madman.

"Elder brother... My love... My everything..."

Cappadocia Niyas should not have been so insane, but he actually escaped from the shelter of the [Bloody Iron Maiden] in the middle of the battle, which was undoubtedly a fatal mistake.

And the reason why she behaved so mentally was naturally because she sensed that her brother's life had disappeared.

At that moment, her mind was occupied by pain, which permeated every cell, impossible to forget, impossible to forget.

Nias lifted her hideous head and looked resentfully at the two [Juggernauts] who were entangled with [Bathory Elizabeth].

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!!"

Hatred brought her back to her senses, and she trembled and stood up again, the huge metal cabinet behind her once again opening her arms, ready to embrace her master again.

"Madam, this is not a third-rate picture book combat link, a mistake on the battlefield, but it will really kill you."

A childish child's voice sounded in Nias's ears, her pupils subconsciously contracted, and Tours, who was supposed to stay in front to fight [Bartholi Elizabeth], suddenly appeared near her, his body flashed with a special mirror arc luster, and the [Venamoning] in the front suddenly shattered.

[Mirror projection, arc refraction!] ]

[Mirror doppelganger!] ]

Before she could respond, a dazzling light flashed in front of her, piercing her forehead, and then a thousand rays of light came towards her like Gatling.

The light was like a messenger of death, it caused the temperature to rise rapidly, and the whirring heat penetrated the surface of Nias.

[Mirror Projection: Glow!] ]

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Nias's whole body was directly dismembered by the terrifying light, and the [Bloody Iron Maiden] behind her was hugged by the [Venamoning] that had ten projections; [Barthori Elizabeth], who was about to return to the aid from afar, was torn apart again by the silver thin sword in the hand of [Zorro], and the avatar who mastered extraordinary swordsmanship was cutting the soul into noodles with dense 'Z-shaped slashes'.

At this moment, the body of the vampire on the ground that had been dismembered into countless pieces was scattered on the ground, and the blood and stumps exuded a strong bloody aura. However, these tenacious immortality make dying less easy.

The fragments began to gather together in an incredible way, as if they were being pulled by an invisible force, and a faint light flickered in the process of recombination, like a spark of life rekindled, and the limbs slowly twisted and fused, and countless fragments converged into a complete body.

Bang –

Turce came to Niyas, who was about to reassemble her flesh and blood, and the [Venamoning] behind him directly slapped her, interrupting the girl's resurrection.

"To be honest, I don't know what I would have done with you guys if it weren't for that Abraham guy. It's a shame that guy knows every vampire's weaknesses, otherwise I wouldn't have had anything to do with you undead monsters. ”

The foxtail behind Tours was habitually rocking from side to side, and he was holding dozens of [garlic bombs] in his hands, the fuses on which had been lit.

"Goodbye, dear Miss Vampire."

Turce dropped the bomb and floated away, pulled by Venamoning.

When the fuse was ignited, a blazing flame quickly spread, illuminating the black sphere.

Over time, the aroma of garlic gradually spreads and fills the air, and every hint of garlic is so strong that it seems to penetrate everything and envelop everything around it in a sea of smells.

Bang!!!

The vampire's resurgence was ruthlessly interrupted, and the flesh was once again torn into countless pieces.

The newly reconnected tissues disintegrated again, flesh splattered everywhere, and the power of the bomb ruthlessly destroyed the vampire's hopes, undoing the process of recovery.

The smell of garlic fills the air, and the smell of burnt and blood mixes to create a disgusting stench.

The vampire's body was torn apart by the impact of the bomb, and countless fragments were scattered to the ground, covered in blood and wreckage.

Peng –

With Cappadocia Niyas' bones gone, the floating [Bloody Iron Maiden] also collapsed.

The fox-eared boy looked at the bloody residue all over the ground, as well as the surrounding streets that had become ruins, and the fox ears above his head couldn't help but droop, and he sighed and said to the week that walked towards him:

"How do I explain to others that our group is really not a military terrorist organization."

Zhou looked around, then chose to be silent.

For him, who only has a week's memory, he has always had a question.

Aren't we a military terrorist organization?

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(End of chapter)