With a crisp sound, the crack collapsed, looking at the deep crack, and after a moment of contemplation, Charles turned into a streamer and fell straight down.

"Where is this?"

The black space is like a deep mirror image, full of vicissitudes and dead silence.

Surprised, the vicissitudes of life here feel like the ...... of the era Burial area.

His gaze swept around, and he saw that the deep mirror lines were especially like ...... Skull.

Or is it a piece of ...... A cemetery where the remains of the powerful are buried.

After all, being able to distort the world to such an extent shows the strength of bones.

The barriers between the worlds will not be opened so easily.

"It's still Cohen World. ”

"If the guess is correct, what is the cause of the anomaly here?"

"Presumably ...... The high position exists, the corpses remain here, who ...... Killed?"

Looking back, the fissures have been wrapped with purple and black silk threads, weaving and sticking to each other, and the fissures are gradually closing.

Gradually it becomes transparent, and eventually, disappears.

The ring swept around, and there was silence, severing the Charles' connection to the world, and they opened their hands and said the prayer.

"The weaver of the fate of all beings, the fate of all living beings ....... ”

His face became extremely ugly, and although there was only black mist on his face, the ripples foreshadowed his inner ...... Not calm.

Communication with the River of Destiny of the Past Life...... It becomes unusually obscure, and the time period goes on and on.

His face became more and more gloomy, even with a hint of determination, and he had a hunch that this place could not be traced, and ...... incomprehensible.

If you continue to investigate, you will die.

Charles stood in this strange space with a serious face.

In a sense, he's stuck here.

............

Early morning.

Grand Docklands.

A classical basement.

Afra's heart stopped for half a beat, as if someone was clutching her heart, and even her brain went blank.

Silverface plays with weights.

The milky white skeleton is compressed into tiny silver squares and spliced onto the mask, creating a mechanical aesthetic that glows with cold.

Starry Bishop Kemer sat across from him.

The first weight was tossed into the air and tumbled to the table," said Charles Cotter...... He's dead. ”

"But we also need someone to stir things up. ”

Starry Bishop Kemer placed his hand on the table, leaned forward, and looked at the weight, "Someone has done this, and the Seven Yards Project has finally ...... Here we go. ”

............

Inside a gloomy alley.

Tak looked at the comer hidden under the pitch-black hood and fell silent.

He opened his mouth, "I need tools." ”

The hood was silent, and the wooden box was untied from the back, and with a click, the iron lock was opened.

Among them, the scene is clearly revealed, with a revolver neatly arranged and dozens of paper shell bullets glowing with psionic energy.

A longsword, as well as a ferrous metal device.

The hood expertly inlaid the metal device into the revolver and handed it to Duc.

"This is a psionic device, shielding sounds, barriers: sphere distribution, thirty centimeters in radius, assassination weapons. ”

"The revolver matches it, special equipment, Port Will...... There is only one such thing. ”

De silently put away his weapon, turned around several times, and disappeared into the dark little incense.

............

Downtown, next to a warehouse.

Shadow corners where sunlight doesn't shine.

Tak, dressed in a trench coat, pulled out the revolver.

Examine the bullet carefully and take a deep breath.

After a few repeated breaths, he gripped the handle of the gun and stepped out sharply.

The muscles tensed, and he stepped out for several meters with one foot.

His face was resolute, "Buzz." ”

The psionic device muttered the sound, but still made a slight vibration.

The precise bullet sliced across the trajectory, and the patrolman on the tower shook slightly, splashing a drop of blood.

He leaned against the wall and fell slowly.

"Bang. ”

De's shoulder exploded, and blue and black blood surged in unison, expelling projectiles.

It is woven into flesh and blood tissue under the surge, and the tendons hang on it, which is not strange.

Quickly approaching the wall, he leaned down and closed his eyes briefly, and in his heart, the blue tide was surging.

He was listening to the anomalies around him.

To find out who's sniping him.

Suddenly opened his eyes, his figure quickly leaned to the right with a silhouette, and pulled the trigger as he went.

Every step he took was extremely steady, and it carried the death knell of death.

Foretell the end of life.

"Buzz, buzz. A slight tremor sounded.

On one roof, the sniper rolled hard, and with the flash of light overhead, his head exploded in an instant.

Scorched black and blood-colored, its ...... Shot.

The corpse rolled down the house.

............

The strangeness here finally alerted the caretakers.

Chaotic footsteps followed, under the command of the leader.

Crowds armed with shotguns form an interactive formation.

The first salvo, then the second.

Tak quickly retracted his figure and took refuge in cover.

In a roar, scattered bombs whizzed across the cabin, smashing De's bunker into a sieve, and sawdust flew everywhere.

Shotgunners form formations, alternately covering fire, and firing at cover in dense arrays.

As their footsteps advanced, a roar rang out.

A barrage of steel enveloped the place.

Bunker.

Under the shattered wooden house, De's body trembled, and the blue and black blood squirmed over and over again, quickly expelling wood chips and broken iron from his body.

After a few silent words in his heart, he quickly threw out the dagger, and De's eyes quickly became hollow, and in a buzzing sound, silver light burst out.

The dagger flew through the air, seemingly life, hovering and quickly slicing through everyone's necks.

"Poof, poof, poof. ”

Blood splattered, blood stains stretched.

The hand holding the gun was released, and people covered their throats and staggered to their knees, the guns falling and getting a little dust.

The dagger flew through the air and quickly rushed to an attic in the distance, and with a scream, it pierced the jaw of a sniper.

The sheer force pulled his skull upward, and his spine was twisted and lifted up by the powerful force, and blood splattered everywhere.

The flying dagger was stained with blood, and it looked extremely bewitching, and it circled a few times in a buzzing sound, and flew back to De's palm.

Dekong's eyes came alive again, and he coughed a few times, covering his brain to shield him from throbbing.

Half a minute later, Tak stood up, walked past the corpses on the floor, and walked to the door of the warehouse.

In the silence, he pushed open the dusty wooden door, which was filled with a thick mist, and he took a deep breath and turned to close the door.

Tak narrowed his eyes and glanced at them carefully.

He saw it, and there was indeed a ...... in the fog Person.

The broad back gradually reveals with the outline, outlining a figure in the mist.

It is armed with a Pani battle axe, and several Pani battle axes are strapped to his waist and back.

De suddenly said, holding up the revolver, "Is that you?"

The opposite side played an axe, shrugged his shoulders, steadied his arms, and the broad silhouette appeared and disappeared in the mist, "Traitor." ”

As the mist diffused and rolled, De's body trembled, and with the surge of black blood, countless gray insects were squeezed out of his body.

They are so subtle that they cannot be ...... with the naked eye Identify.

They opened their sharp teeth and gnawed, still trying to burrow back into De's body, black blood and azure forming a viscous barrier to stop its invasion.

De frowned, his face condensed, "So aggressive?"