Red and black.

One side symbolizes passion and liveliness, and the other side represents deep and steady.

If you are a skilled painter or designer, you should be able to use these two colors skillfully to create a masterpiece that is both mysterious and romantic, and you will never forget it at first glance.

Roland was not an artist, his aesthetic tastes were somewhere between that of the aristocracy and the common people, and he was not particularly paranoid about color and composition.

But when these two colors appear in front of you, or when only these two colors are left, the staggered and overlapping patches of color will only conjure up bad luck.

Bloodshed, for example;

such as death;

For example, scorched earth;

For example...... "legion".

I don't know if it's inherited from the unique color combination of the local area, the shell of the "Legion" is based on black, supplemented by the exaggerated shape of red lines. Even the unique high-mobility stealth special warfare type, stripped of the silver fluid metal armor, is still a red and black inorganic body underneath.

The endless reds and blacks intertwined, twisted, sublimated, and finally outlined into a certain face—young, handsome, always with a hint of a sneer.

That's the face of the devil.

My head was full of drunkenness, and my unfocused, unfocused vision was full of red and black.

It sounds a bit like a hangover, but it's actually very similar to the reaction after a hangover.

But after the hangover, the mouth spit out the smell of wine and complaints, although there are some obstacles in the body function at the moment, but Roland knows very well, squeezed out of the lungs, crawled through the trachea, and finally overflowed from his mouth with the stench of blood and flesh.

The gaze refocused, and the tinnitus gradually subsided.

A miserable gasp came to my ears, and it was only after a moment that I realized that the scream of a man who was about to die was his own voice.

The body has reached its limits.

Although the previous impact of the dragon's head had managed to unload most of the force, and because of the angle, the blow was not a frontal impact, but a scrape. But even if so many miraculous elements are piled up, they can't offset the huge mass and kinetic energy.

How much luck and chance does it take to be rubbed by a giant aircraft carrier, or even the huge mass above it—to survive, to be able to move and fight for a while?

It's not surprising that after the luck of a lifetime is exhausted, it is still impossible to avoid damage to the ribs and internal organs, and although the bone cracks in the arms and shoulder blades are not impossible to fight, they are not in a state that can support the body through high-intensity and protracted battles. The alarm sounded continuously, and the red letters "seriously damaged" and "it is recommended to retreat immediately" flashed in the interface.

It is already a miracle to use this tattered body and almost half-destroyed body to fight the endless attacks of the "Legion", and then to engage with a new type of short-range soldiers with strong combat power, and not die until now.

So many miracles have been created, and this is about to come to an end.

His physical strength has been squeezed dry, and he can't even lift a finger, and his body is ...... Although it is not enough to die immediately, if you leave it alone, sooner or later you will die of septicaemia caused by necrosis of the body tissues or due to dehydration.

Most of them were aware of this, and the "Legion" stopped shelling, and the high-mobility stealth special operations type with a hidden body also removed the optical camouflage, and approached the boy who was paralyzed on the ground and no longer moved.

The "legion" did not take prisoners, and all that was left of the army of the undead was a bone-strewn wilderness. Regardless of the identity, gender, age, or beliefs of the other party, giving death to the other person without distinction and suddenly is the whole meaning of the existence of the "legion".

However, they have an almost obsessive thirst for fresh brains.

In order to spread death more effectively, it is necessary to know more about the opponent. To understand and grasp what the other person's action is, what the behavioral benchmark is, what the logic of thinking is, what are the motivations and principles behind those illogical actions, and what are the places or components that can be exploited—to answer these mountain of questions, it is necessary to ask directly the core processor of the human being, which is the brain.

As a result, the "legion" began to consciously capture those who resisted to the end, and obtained the most credible data through these best samples. The "legion" peels off the skins of the poor insects, cuts open the skull, docks with the brains exposed to the air, applies various stimuli to the nerves and muscles, records the signal response, and analyzes the principle......

Now that there is a sample of the best to date, and powerless to resist, the highest priority order immediately switches from "annihilation" to "capture".

A high-mobility stealth special operations aircraft raises a special high-frequency cutting blade, which is ready to cut off the limbs of the target.

The only thing of value for the "legion" is the part above the neck, that is, the spherical block that houses the core processor (brain). In order to save transportation space and improve transportation efficiency, it is logical that the core processor should be cut directly for transportation. However, the core processor of the sample had to rely on organic devices below the neck to keep it running, and it was impossible to obtain valuable data if it was taken off. In order to prevent the target from detonating itself, destroy the core processor, or escape. On the premise of retaining the maintenance device, unnecessary parts should be cut out.

Unnecessary parts – limbs. Even if it is cut off, as long as the wound is treated in time and the bleeding is stopped, the person can survive for a long time - enough for the "legion" to explore the mysteries of the brain.

The blade that was raised high in the air was visible to the eye, and the tip of the blade that began to vibrate after being injected with energy was clearly visible. Roland's heart was unusually calm, and in the face of the impending tragic end, he couldn't even produce a ripple in his heart.

- It's beautiful.

Beyond the blade and staring at the sky, an untimely exclamation flooded in Roland's heart.

The sky is burning at the moment.

The sun that submerged into the western horizon released a bright red light, which was refracted and reflected by the drone swarm that closed the Rhine sky, casting a dark red light on the earth, and gazing at the sky that shone with a dark red light from the ground, I couldn't help but think of the charcoal that was about to burn out.

Under the dark red sky, the fighting—the one-sided slaughter—continued.

Ruins, ravines, "legions" and human corpses, the remains of weapons......

The battlefield is marked in a grim outline in a dark red light, and in a hell full of blood and fire, the battle to the death between the aliens and humans continues. For the sake of survival, for the sake of dignity, for the negligible hope, people roared and launched wave after wave of futile attacks on the "legion" with weapons in their hands. When the bullet is finished, it is stabbed with a bayonet, and when the bayonet is broken, it is struck with a stone, punched, and gnawed with teeth...... In the end, no one survived in front of the "legion", and all became part of the miserable battlefield.

Soon, I'll be a part of it.

When the thought crossed his mind, Roland remained calm.

No remorse, no disappointment, no crying.

Make decisions of your own volition, and then bear the consequences of your decisions.

This is what Roland has been pursuing, although in the end he did not achieve all his goals, and he did not allow this idea to circulate and be accepted. But Roland accepted this calmly.

- It's over.

Somewhere in my heart sounded a voice that calmed the emotional waves, with a sense of relief. With a large number of marquee-like images, Roland was almost caught in that voice.

However.

- How can it be?!

......?

In the other corner, a faint voice chirped.

- How can it end like this!!

The unwilling murmur turned into a shout, and the still hoarse voice blurted out the shout, and the little strength left gathered all the left hand, grabbed Dirandal and drew an arc in the air, and the high-frequency blade that was about to fall was cut off by the waist. Dragging the broken blade, the high-mobility stealth special warfare type jumped backwards.

Landing steadily, the red light of the head composite observer flickered and flickered, repeatedly moving between Roland and the Broken Blade section.

"(I)—"

A hoarse roar echoed over the battlefield, and the boy roared with all his might.

"Haven't given up yet!Monsters!!!"

With just one sentence, almost all his strength was squeezed out, and Roland almost fell to the ground on the spot, barely supporting his upper body, his bloodshot purple eyes and the army of undead shining red starlight glaring angrily.

The high-speed mobile stealth special operations type that surrounded Roland widened the distance slightly, and the two 30mm sniper guns that were standing by not far away were set up, and the aperture of aim was little by little covered with the angry face of a teenager.

Unusable samples are a threat and should be eliminated immediately.

- Targeting, exclusion.

At the moment when the order was given and the firing mechanism was about to be activated, two slender blades fell from the sky, piercing through the magazine and the built-in shells without hindrance, and a burst of sparks flashed, and two fireballs exploded in place.

In the midst of the blazing firelight, a tall, one-armed figure walked towards Roland.

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