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A dark red palm pressed against a gray sandstone, and the palm was already coated with plasma, and this press naturally left a clear handprint on the limestone. The owner of the palm was a man in a long black trench coat, his face hidden deep in the hat, and two spots of crimson flashed in the shadow of the hat. The man sniffed something on the limestone like a hound, and then lifted his hat, revealing a bald head covered with green tendons, and a pair of pitch-black, blood-red concentric circles forming the eyes of the eyes.

He let out a beast-like roar from his throat, then used his hands and feet to skim the ground like some kind of reptile. This is a piece of sand and gravel that is hot and hot in the sky, but even if the palm of the man in black is hot, he does not say a word.

On the gray ground, a black dot moved rapidly. And then there is a black tide!

Albert smiled and strode ahead, followed by nine generals and hundreds of demon soldiers. They formed a black wave rolling forward on the gray surface, and followed the demon soldiers in front of them to the canyon.

This is one of the many canyons in the Level 2 Zone, and the ground here smells traces of an underground river passing through it. Where there is water, there is life, and life is gathered at the point of the water source, and the alien races of the black earth are no exception. Near the water source, there will definitely be a foreign village. And that's where Albert was entertained, and he was now looking forward to what the aliens would look like when they saw his side.

He laughed almost sickly at the thought of this.

Moni was right, Albert and Nicholas. They all have one substance in common, which is an almost insane paranoia about something. Albert has a morbid paranoia about killing and blood, and he gets a sense of pleasure every time he watches life die in his own hands. This kind of pleasure is even more intense than the love between men and women.

Like a drug addict, the difference is that Albert is addicted to blood that still flows from his body.

This time, however, he was disappointed.

It would be more appropriate for the demon soldier in front to take him to an alien village, or a place called the ruins of the village. Albert saw patches of low-rise bungalows that had been torn down, sacrificial squares, wells for water that were covered with rubble, and even the walls of the nearby canyon with a huge man-made gap. There were black marks from the bombardment around the area, and Albert was very annoyed: "Damn the parliamentary army, did they get there first? No, this should be the traces of the previous war, bastard, I finally found a mixed village of different races......"

"You guys!" Albert roared at the demon soldiers, "there must be a village like this around here, find it for me!"

The demon generals let out a few short whistles at the demon soldiers, and the demon soldiers immediately dispersed. So on the gray earth, a dark flower quietly bloomed.

Albert walked agitated through the ruins of the village, occasionally picking through the rubble with his bloodstained broadsword, only to find that the village had been cleaned. All the bodies, alien or human, had been removed, and he didn't know whether to bury them or dispose of them in some other way. He didn't care, and even at this moment, he forgot about the task assigned by Andrei.

Time passed between Albert's roar and occasional explosions, and the remaining nine generals didn't even dare to get too close to Albert. They already have good intelligence, and they know very well that when they are close to the commander at this time, there is a great possibility that they will be killed by him to vent their anger.

At this moment, a female demon general showed a listening expression, and then said to Albert in intermittent human language, "...... Village, there are people ......"

It pointed in one direction toward the sandstone field, and Albert finally smiled, and before the other demons returned, Albert headed in the direction pointed out by the general. When he did this, the other demon generals ordered the demon soldiers to retreat. On the gray earth, the black flowers began to change shape, and they merged into a triangular black tide with Albert as the arrow.

The village is also located in a narrow canyon with a narrow front and a wide back, which will greatly limit the number of enemy soldiers entering the village in the event of an attack. As long as the alien warrior holds a level, he can contain the opponent's attack, and he naturally has the advantage of terrain. Only on that day, the village did not seem to be spared, and it was also in ruins.

But today, the alien race that had retreated into the depths of the Black Earth had returned to their village. After the war between the council and Valhalla, the Bloodriders and armies were repatriated, and the alien races gradually returned to their villages from the hinterland of the Black Land. Clans that had suffered heavy casualties in the war and could no longer sustain the size of a village were incorporated into powerful clans. Over time, these alien races will branch off and continue to thrive in the land.

As for Albert's current alien race, they have maintained a relatively intact number, and judging from the fact that the damage to the village is not too serious, they should have evacuated in time that day to avoid large-scale casualties.

Most of the ruins have been cleared, and a small square is empty. I don't know if the figure of the patriarch or the priest is placing the totem-like stone sculpture on the east side of the square. This alien race is very similar to the Assacks, except that they are shorter on average, their skin is green rather than black, and they have only two arms but four legs, which makes them move like a fly.

A little observation reveals that the warriors in the alien race are only at the level of about the fifth order. Among them was a seventh-order warrior who seemed to be the leader of the village guards. The leader was yelling for the guards and his clan to work together to remove the rubble from the rubble. Others, on the other hand, brought in huge rocks that had not yet been polished.

Judging from the completeness of the stone, it seems that it will be used in buildings such as fences.

There were about two dozen other warriors scattered around the village, acting as sentinels. It is clear that the village is being rebuilt. But Albert didn't think it was necessary, because he was coming!

An alien warrior was wandering by the mountain wall when suddenly a stone rolled down from above. He subconsciously looked up, and saw a figure like a small mountain pressing down in the air, and the sharp sword light brought down by that figure. At this moment, the entire heaven and earth were only left with the light of the sword, and there was nothing else.

Then the world was divided into two, and when he was dying, the warrior let out a half-whistling sound from his mouth, and the whole person was split into two halves, and blood was sprinkled on the ground.

"Huh. Albert was slightly surprised, this alien race was just a fifth-order warrior. Eat him with a knife, and before he dies, he can still make a warning, and the vitality of the alien race is really tenacious. But that didn't change anything, and Albert knew it.

The whistling drew the attention of the leader of the guard, as well as the alien patriarch who was setting up the totem in the square. The eyes of the leader of the guards widened, and the demon soldiers were falling from both sides of the mountain wall like a black waterfall. The warriors stationed below could not resist the frenzy at all, and were immediately drowned in the black waves. The leader lifted two strange axes, pointed in the direction of the demon queen, and pounced on the four hooves like a fly.

The alien warriors quickly rushed towards the Kuroshio, but the entire village was only a few hundred people, and the warriors were only a third of the total population. And the magic soldiers brought by Albert are almost equal to the population of the village. As a result, the fighting warriors can only erect a fragile embankment in front of the frenzy, and are in danger of collapsing at any moment.

The leader of the guards was very brave, and the heads of several demon soldiers flew up immediately when the axes flew down. Under his leadership, the alien warriors held the embankment so that the incapable people could evacuate. Albert laughed, stretched out his hand to push away the demon soldiers in front of him, and ran straight towards the leader of the guard. Seeing Albert coming, the leader was not afraid at all, but showed joy and pounced on him.

The moment the two figures intertwined, a large area of blood churned like a wave. The alien leader was split in two by Albert's knife, and then his body was torn to pieces by the demon soldiers who had been killed, and he threw it into his mouth and chewed it wildly. Seeing this, the alien warrior was furious. It's a pity that in this unequal battle, the will cannot control the tide of battle.

A massacre!

After slashing two more alien warriors, Albert stormed the square. The embankment had collapsed, the warriors' lines had been infiltrated by the demon soldiers, and they had been invaded into several separate sections, and it was only a matter of time before they were killed. To the surprise of Albert, the figure in the square who seemed to be the patriarch did not evacuate, he looked at Albert with an angry face, and shouted in human language: "Butcher, who are you?"

"Kill you!" Albert stepped forward with a smile.

"It's possible that you're the one who died!" the patriarch shouted, his complexion turning from green to red, and the fire elemental suddenly boiled in this space. The interracial patriarch raised his hand and nodded towards Albert.

The crimson flames of light on his fingertips bloomed, and the beams of light that were swirled together by several red bands of light instantly blasted towards Albert.

"Scorching Ray?" Albert was surprised, this was a high-level fire-type ability corresponding to the Frost Ray, and this inconspicuous alien race was still an eighth-order!

Naturally, the scorching rays could not help Albert. As soon as the broadsword was raised, the surface of the knife refracted the scorching rays, leaving only a fiery red point of light on the blade. But it still stopped Albert, and in this spare time, the patriarch released two bursting fireballs towards the demon group, blasting out two blanks in the black tide. It's just that the blank that was finally blown up was quickly filled by the Kuroshio at the back.

"Damn it. Albert dragged the knife away, and the blade pulled a deep mark on the ground. However, he rushed towards the patriarch, but the patriarch did not move, only took the opportunity to release another burst of fireball, and then slammed into Albert with a loud scream.

A violent explosion, the patriarch chose to self-detonate after the most reluctance, and the exploding fireball formed a terrifying shock wave, shattering the totem and knocking the demon soldiers who had come to the edge of the square away. The flames erupted wildly, releasing all the heat before retracting, turning into a puff of black-red smoke rising from the canyon.

"!"

A man crashed out of the smoke, and Albert was on fire, but when a force rose up, it extinguished the embers. Looking at the other end of the canyon, there were already many aliens who had escaped. But over there, Albert had left behind dozens of demon soldiers, and they were enough to surprise these aliens.

It's just that he didn't expect to bump into a patriarch with elemental abilities, and the other party also fiercely chose to blow himself up, which made Albert's entertainment not very pleasant. Outside the canyon, screams rang out, and the aliens who had evacuated had encountered the most ferocious beasts. There would be another feast of blood, and Albert didn't want to miss it, so he dragged his knife away.

The gray-white earth, a patch of red was so shocking that several of them passed through the air, and the falcons raised by the Agassians could not do it, even if they wanted to ignore it.