Cold-glazed claws slashed across Wiglaaf's cheek, and the hunter instantly entered the state of the full bronze throne, kicking his foe in the abdomen and sending it flying until it collapsed four heavy walls in quick succession.

The dragon element of the bloodline gives Wiglaf a strong physique, and the babies of the Beowulf family can only survive if they are naturally strong, which results in each generation being the best heir to the advantages of the bloodline, and an excellent hunter who is extremely close to the first ancestors.

[Heightens the importance of the Ancient Esoteric Family.] ]

The black-robed man did not pause in the slightest due to the heavy blow, and the moment he landed, he turned over and stood firmly, and then rushed forward on the ground, although his abdomen was already eroded, but his momentum was still brave.

There was a hint of respect in Wiglaf's eyes, completely ignoring the instinctive pain of his body, a skill that only a warrior who had been baptized with blood and fire could master, and the opponent was no match for Deadpool, as the first round of stabbing had the shadow of Sigmatt fighting.

The two sides collided again, and Wiglaf successfully severed the enemy's arm with a single sword, and the black-robed man flew out again, almost falling directly off the building.

[The effect of the simple alchemy matrix and hardness is stronger than expected, the large number of living blood sacrifices of the black beetle have proved to be effective, and the actual combat level of loading the first project and combat skill is only 32% of the template, which has reached the limit, and the master's power cannot be replicated, and I am very impressed.] ]

"Guy from the north, you can give your name." Wiglaf said solemnly that Sistema's martial arts came from the snow.

“9974。”

The voice of the phantom silkworm echoed, and the black-robed man chose to draw the short knife behind his back after his left arm was cut off, followed by a fearless charge.

"Have you changed your weapons?"

Wiglaf held a giant sword to meet the enemy, the sword wind continued to destroy the floor and walls, the blade reached, a momentum of nothing slashed spontaneously, but the enemy is not weak, the loss of the arm actually made it more flexible, the swordsmanship is exquisite, agile and precise, between close movements, bringing the opponent a sense of pinprick danger, even if you look at the world, you can also be called a swordsman.

[The soul premise of alchemy swordsmanship has been confirmed, 32% of combat skills are enough to be used in actual combat, the theory of tactical diversification has been fruitful, and the minimum action rate of disability is 85%]

Wiglaf stepped forward and stabbed forward, ignoring the dagger and slashing through the shoulder, the tip of the sword piercing the skull of his foe, and it seemed to him that ending the fight at a fraction of the cost was a very good deal, and the dragon's blood brought great resilience.

[The white phosphorus explosion system is forced to start, pass, and the detection is complete.] ]

Before Wiglaf could draw his greatsword, a terrifying sense of crisis rose in front of him, and the bright light and pungent smell permeated him, and he had time to reach out to protect his head.

Eventually, the system boots.

Sparks were like maggots attached to the bones, leaving pitted marks on the muscles on the surface of his body, and Wiglaaf's predecessor had been scorched by the heat, but his strong body kept him from falling.

The explosion shattered all the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the shards of glass rained down into the night, and the impact caused all the tables and chairs in the conference room to shatter, and the nine blood soldiers who were originally sitting could only stand up, because they had no breath of life, and they were no different from stones in the hunter's perception before they started.

Eighteen red rays of light bloomed in the darkness.

"What a joke."

Wiglaf gripped the Giant's sword tightly, and the thorns began to draw blood rapidly, extending to a limit of six meters, and from the moment the explosion happened, he knew that something was wrong, the enemy was not Deadpool, but not human, but ...... Heterogeneous.

[The command system enters the operational procedure, the tactical distribution is in progress, the maximum achievement model is established, and the operation is initiated.] ]

Nine Bloodmen rushed forward at the same time, two of which directly detonated the final system, and Wiglaf was forced to retreat, and with the help of the shockwave, the remaining seven Bloodmen instantly arrived at the designated position, attacking from the front and back of the prey at the same time, one of them was armed with a rapid-fire rifle, and each shot was accurately aimed at the target's eye.

……

In the wine cellar of the Dorchester Building, Jiang Yuan picked out the most expensive bottle of mezcal, and then took the elevator to the top floor to help Sir Snowden deal with the invaders.

On the way up, all floors were filled with the sound of panic and escape, the basic raw material of the final system of the blood armor came from the alchemy explosives of the mass production factory, and the power of white phosphorus was okay, and the previous shaking of the building should not be an illusion.

"Master, the battle is coming to an end."

"Got it."

When Jiang Yuan stepped onto the top floor, the last of the blood-armed soldiers caused an explosion, and with a wave of his hand, the violent force brought by his strong physique blasted out the shockwave.

When the light dimmed, Wiglaf stood in the middle of the conference room with his front greatsword, no longer half of his skin intact, and under Noah's command, the Blood Soldier would achieve maximum effect with each explosion.

Every ten Bloodfighters are a tactical squad, one of which exists as a peripheral jammer and a winner, and its final system is different from the others, and the bulk alchemy bomb is released at a critical moment to practice the principle of cluster bombing.

"The half-breed's body is really flawed."

Jiang Yuan looked at the target of this execution, the heir of the Beowulf family, it is estimated that there is no chance of subduing, and he does not have that time.

Wiglaf looked up as best he could, and in the glory of the Giant's Sword and Blood, pure blood from the original grandfather's side was infused into his body, that is, the blood of the dragon, and there was a slim chance that he would be able to stay awake afterwards, but it was not zero.

The joint attack of several swordsmanship masters before was like a whole, and it was definitely beyond human power to resist.

"You're nasty." Noah said.

"Only after struggling can you meekly walk into the good night."

Wiglaaf's body was covered with fine white scales, the side neck extension was like a fish's fin, his golden eyes shone brightly, and his fingers turned into hideous claws.

And just as Wiglaf was about to bend down, a long black sword pierced the back of his head, and the heat burned the tissue in his brain.

On the ground, the space totem flickered with a faint light, not only that, but dozens of totems on the top floor of the entire building also appeared, from the moment the prey entered here, life was involuntary, and the meaning of the existence of the trap was successful hunting.

Blazing Sun + Darkness + Second Project - Day + Alchemy Matrix - Extraordinary Glory + Space Totem.

Like a sharp bamboo spear at the bottom of a trap, this blow was an assassin's lore.

The black sword dissipated along with the life of the prey, and Jiang Yuan transferred Wiglaf's body to the Nibelungen Shengwuxiang, and the fifth-generation kindred gave him three speech spirits, the blazing sun, the green lantern, and the blazing light, of which the green lantern is the fire elemental probing spirit that probes the environment through high temperature resonance.

The sword of the giant was held in his hand, and the few wisps of dragon blood left exuded an attractive aroma, Jiang Yuan didn't look at it and hung it on his waist, this bit of high-level dragon blood was useless to him, if he wanted to evolve, he needed complete bones and blood, otherwise a dragon clan could give birth to countless races of the same level, and the black beetle was ashamed of himself.

(End of chapter)