"Hah! Your Bureau of Investigation will surrender, and I must record this news! Russell visibly relaxed at the sound of this. The whole body fell to the ground.

"What a surrender! You can't defile a man in the air Russell fell to the ground and smiled at the people, it was a young man with yellow hair, unexpectedly without any weapons.

Karol mets stood in front of the young man with a noble face. "This is the Dragonblood Society, and I advise you not to make any unnecessary moves," the young man said angrily, as he seemed to be killed by Carol Brown. Metz was amused.

"Don't underestimate him, this guy can control metal," Russell reminded the young man, a little relaxed, dragging Gandalf behind the corner. "Don't worry, don't forget that I'm already a master," the young man laughed. "You come back quickly, I'll solve this to chase you"

Hum!

Mattes snorted. He knew he was unlikely to be a match for his master, but he was outraged by the contempt.

Without further ado, Carol?? Metz flew straight to Pickstaff, but in the middle of the flight Pickstaff suddenly stopped in front of the young man. Seeing this image, Mattes' pupils contracted, and he clearly realized that he could also control metal, and that he was stronger than him.

The young man raised his arm, and as he did, the spear swirled in mid-air in the direction of Metropolitan Carroll. "Introduce myself, the man who was ghosted, an alchemist. With Bruce's confident voice, the flanks of the spear extended outward, the center automatically marked the lines of flowing energy, the flanks that extended inward folded inward, and after a complex transformation, the spear carved with a blue pattern was completed.

Next, the tip of the spear flashed blue light, enough to defeat Carol J., who was less than 30 meters away. Metz. The blue light hit him directly, instantly piercing his clothes Karol Mets felt nothing but the heat in his chest before he was hit.

Bruce smiled and moved on to make the second spear. Seeing his movements Karol Mets did not hesitate. His eyes lit up, the backs of his hands and neck were covered with steel scales, and an iron giant appeared.

By this time Carol had lost his face, his scales overlapping his skin, his muscles inflated like balloons, and he even looked a bit like a troll.

Turned into a monster, Carol made a spear again, this time not to let it fly, but to use it as a weapon in his hand. Carol charges with a spear, the power of controlling metal is applied to the spear, and the strange power behind the transformation gives him the confidence to resist the control of his opponents.

Sanke!

Carol weighed more than five tons, and as he moved, the ground crumbled beneath his feet, Bruce stunned, and the hanging laser gun fired automatically.

The blue laser hit Carol · Metz, which made the scales on his body inflamed, but Carol Unharmed, Metz roared and swung his spear, knocking the deactivated laser weapon into the air. There are only 10 meters left between the huge Carroll Mets and Bruce, a distance that the Carroll Mets can reach in just two steps.

Mates jumped to his feet and plunged his left leg straight into the ground, but within the ultimate detective mobilization of his spear, Bruce flinched in horror.

"Die! "The spear was sharp in the wind, and in critical moments, Bruce exerted his mental strength, his ability to manipulate metal was at its best, his right hand was constantly moving, and in the palm of his hand, a spherical bomb was being made. Feel the power of the spear, Carol?? Metz pushed forward, trying to penetrate the invisible vortex of power.

At the center of their battle, even a spear made of pure gold could not withstand such a force. The spear's straight body gradually twisted, and with a squeaky and sour sound, the spear exploded!

As soon as the spear exploded, Carol threw a punch, and Bruce threw a bomb as well. His fist hit the bomb, and before Bruce could escape, he was burned to death by the flames. Bruce breathed a sigh of relief at seeing Carol wrapped in flames. Well, that's it. Flying in the air, Bruce turned and landed on the wall, but when he turned, a huge figure emerged from the flames.

Carol?? Metz glowed like molten glass, panting, his eyebrows blinded by the glow of human intelligence.

Step on the gas!

Carol ran fast, jumping forward as he approached Bruce, his arms seeing nothing, breaking through all obstacles and reaching Bruce. Matthes used all his strength, the walls were chiseled off, the flying bricks were smashed to pieces, and the fingers of steel were burned red, but like a cannonball, it shattered everything in front of it.

Bruce's heart raced, his muscles tensed, and he kept his head down, just enough to dodge the rocks. Behind him, the bluestone wall was torn to shreds, and Carol Metz scooped it up, and underneath Bruce was a lime face. Mechanically modified virtual number spray gun.

Carol?? Metz waved the metal rod and Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing Carol?? Metz suddenly hugged with a metal rod, his arm twisted on the blue veins, and the metal rod dozens of meters long was waved by him.

The dark clouds roared, the heavy stick was like thunder, and Carol Metropolis was like a devil's god, and the stick dozens of meters long hit Bruce directly. Faced with the blow, Bruce put his hands on the other side, and between the impacts, a pair of steel gloves filled with batteries were revealed. The stick stopped in front of the glove, and Carol didn't move a muscle.

With a sneer, Carol?? Metz rolled over, sat down on the stick, and struck the stick with the palm of his hand, turning his body into a weapon, just under the big stick, Bruce. Bruce's face lit up as Carol shouted as he came in, and he suddenly took off his protective gloves and slammed them with a metal rod, squirting a cloud of blood onto his arm.

When "Die Hard" comes into contact with the metal rod, Bruce once again activates the ability to control the metal, and Carol?? Metz, slipped, tilted, and was swallowed by a metal rod.

Despite the pain in his arm, Bruce shuddered, turned his hand, and carved two or three strange runes into the big stick. Next, the whole branch came to life. "Gold-Swallowing Monster, crush your prey! ”

In a dark corner, Bruce leans against the wall, breathing slowly. At this time, his arm was already covered with a green coating, and a layer of fragile mucus had formed around his wrist. The movie is full of green solution, with only a few cute little guys swimming in it.

Bruce's masterclass is the cult alchemist, a flesh-and-blood mechanical class that activates metal, creates terrifying metal creatures, and also combines magical flesh and machinery to create a hybrid creature and mechanism. The device Bruce now uses is a hybrid device, with both the outer coating and the device itself being mechanical, while the living body acts as a healer. Bruce watched the monitor repair progress, sighed softly, and continued to listen to the sounds in the air.

Behind the wall, a huge metal coffin flows, looking like a large anaconda devouring a living person, and the devoured creature struggles to get out. Bruce has professionally restarted the metal rod to trap karol mets but karol mets is no stranger to this, and even if he is trapped, he won't give up.

After a while, the voices in the air calmed down, and Bruce hesitated as he watched the operation progress. He broke free from the machine and came out of the dark corner. He's going to see Carol What happened to Metz, if he could get out of the metal coffin, he would have been able to complete the final elimination. But the scene behind the wall didn't exceed Bruce's expectations. The metal coffin was not torn open, but blood flowed from the corner.

The enemy was killed. Bruce relaxes and reattaches the device. Recognizing his direction, Bruce was about to leave, but just then, several helpless voices came from the darkness. "I told you this guy wouldn't be fooled" "How do I know he's going to be so careful, normal people wouldn't react this way?" ”

"Okay, okay, don't say anything, don't let this guy run"

"Guys, we've got to get Karol Mets out"

"What do you say we don't do? "If he dies inside, are we okay? Hey, hey, hey"

"Stop daydreaming, I'm sure Karol Mets isn't dead"

"What?!! With the last scream, eight digits emerged from the darkness and surrounded Bruce in a circle, leaving him with nowhere to run.

"Brother don't fight, this enemy is mine! "The last born dragon's blood will be ready to try, he knows that what he just said should not be said, and he must try to make up for his mistakes. "Don't waste time, all of you! Bruce sighed regretfully as he heard people around him say they wanted to do it together.

His arm is 80% healed so he can recover his arm in time for the best treatment. In order to fight these people, he had to remove the instruments from his arms, missing the best time to treat the initial wound and at least a month to treat the subsequent wounds.

"It's a shame we didn't have a chance," Bruce said, with a hint of anger in his eyes, as he watched the eight men approach him.

"You didn't come at the right time"

"Haha, did you hear what he said? This guy seems to think he can still run" "Shut up, catch him"

What about you saying we accidentally killed him?If we bring him back, he will be our leader from now on" "Don't talk nonsense, we can't disobey the chairman's orders" Bruce frowned, but the other looked confident?Don't you know he's a master?

Bruce quietly unleashed his momentum, and through the will, the master has been able to rely on his own will to suppress the strange power, and the master has no longer followed the extraordinary foundation of common sense, which is what the ancients called the starting point of stealing the power of God.

If it is an ordinary professional, they will be terrified by the bizarre information of the master, and the ordinary professional will not even have the belief to confront the master. Only the strong-willed elite or the elite among professionals can resist the oppressive power of the masters.

But Bruce hoped that some of the people running away didn't happen, and after his domineering attitude was broken, the people around him looked expressionless.

He didn't realize it was a terrible question at the time, or he didn't want to believe the answer. Just when he wondered if there was something wrong with his release, the eight men around him roared involuntarily, stung by his breathing.

With a roar, eight giants clad in steel scales appeared, looking at the eight giants who looked like Carol · Metz was exactly the same person, Bruce closed his eyes in despair and surprise. Dragonblood Kingdom Headquarters, Situation Room. The scarred Carol was carried here, Ouyang Dao frowned, wanting to scold him, but seeing his scars, he finally sighed.

"You have the greatest potential among human beings. This is not your battlefield. I'm disappointed by your injury" Carol Metz flickered on the stretcher, and in the face of Ouyang Dao's sigh, the shrewd team leader said that he had not heard anything. Ouyang Dao looked at Carol and sighed again.

"It's okay, send him down to rest" After Carol left, Ouyang Dao looked at Dick and looked at the newly promoted alien legion leader.

"What about the outer defenses? What did you get tonight? ”

"Sir, we are sorry. The external defense was broken through in two places, and the two attackers escaped The second child blushed, Ouyang Dao gave them so much power, but they couldn't even do simple things.

"After two times, how much did you get? ”

"The remaining 14 main attackers are all elites, except for the 8 professionals who tried it at the beginning" Ouyang Dao's eyes lit up, except for the martial arts club, this was the first time he had harvested the elite class on a large scale, and according to the strength performance of the Black Moon Club, it was estimated that the opponent had lost nearly one-third of the outstanding players this time.

There were about 50 elite members in the Battle Club, but there was chaos when Ouyang Dao took over, and Ouyang Dao was eventually integrated, leaving only two or three elites. The fate of these elite Ouyang Dao has become the object of speculation, which may have been planned by people from other kingdoms, as well as the mysterious Dragon Blood Arena.

Ouyang Dao looked at the 14 elite prisoners of war, his eyes flashing. This war cannot be easily ended.

"It's useless, how can failure be so miserable! "In the secret stronghold of the Black Moon Society, the newly promoted vice president of the Black Moon Society is full of anger. President Black Moon was seriously injured. He seized the opportunity to seize power, managed to suppress a group of diehards, and I managed to take control of the situation.

This war with the Dragonblood Society is an opportunity for him to establish his stable rule and authority, even if it is only a few blocks away, he can use this victory to declare his successor. However, after sending the first wave of troops, the result was that most of the troops fell, except for those who surrendered without a fight. At this time, someone was suddenly heard shouting outside, and the vice president opened the door and only came back to see Russell and Gandalf.

"President, is Bruce back? Seeing the vice president, Russell asked the first one, and the vice president had a dark face and did not answer Russell's question, but arranged for personnel to treat Gandalf. Russell looked around and saw something on the sad faces of the others. Bruce didn't come back.

Russell quietly walked into the empty corner and crouched quietly in the corner. Bruce is doing this to save me, and I'm going to bring him back.

Russell is confident, but looking at his panicked colleagues and serious Vice President Russell knows that these people won't bring Bruce back to life. I need a plan, a plan that will please the Dragonblood King.

Russell was silent but determined, sometimes cold-blooded, sometimes hot-blooded. Not to mention Russell, who is ready to make small moves, the biggest headache at this time is still the vice president, his position is not based on formal means, now the war is not good, the people are beginning to float. If it weren't for the other powerful people he sent elsewhere, the struggle for power would have been fierce.

"Sir, should we retreat? ”