"Bang bang bang..."
In the empty old British-style building, the harsh sound of gunfire echoed inside.
Outside the building, the horn and the white pawn had no intention of stopping, because the horn was about to die.
Yes, the white pawn is still alive and well because of the drop of blood in his body, and the horn, his skill time is almost up.
Any skill that is used as a trump card and has not killed his opponent after being used means that he is not far from death.
He grinned and looked at his opponent, as if there was something that made him happy.
The logging ax in his hand has been swung slower and slower.
From the courage to attack and only take the lead at the beginning, it has now become so difficult to cope with it.
Although his opponent was already in a very embarrassed state, his whole body looked as if he had been thrown out of a fire scene, and even the bicep on one right hand was completely carbonized.
But he is still recovering, bit by bit.
This abnormal recovery ability makes people somewhat breathless, and the white pawn has turned into an unbeatable monster.
"I remember that you didn't cause even a drop of harm to Lupine, right?"
Raising the ax handle and setting up a hand knife, the horn narrowed his eyes and said.
He was dying and he knew it.
But he can still disgust his opponents.
It was another heart-stealing blow, adding a medium-sized wound on his waist where he was trying to dodge.
His opponent speaks with his actions, I will kill you.
The ax blade was raised again, and he looked at his opponent who had been silent.
His originally fair face now had protruding veins, as if he was wearing a frightening bronze mask.
He didn't try to avoid the hand that passed through his chest.
The heavy blow struck him diagonally at the intersection of the white pawn's neck and shoulder as he expected.
"This time, your master can't protect you."
Bai Pou said word by word.
His throat seemed to be choked by something, and his sentences became less clear.
"Young Master Yun has never protected me."
The horn smiled miserably, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes as he looked at him.
They used to be on the same page, but who knew that the guy in front of him would be willing to be a dog in the end.
It hit hard and the ax was half broken.
Regard death as home.
"laugh" The blood on his opponent's body burst out, and the black-red blood splashed onto the ax and horn like strong sulfuric acid, turning into large and small pits.
The horn is dead.
Because his heart was held in the hand of the white pawn, and when he twisted it, it fell everywhere like a smashed egg.
He looked expressionlessly at the corpse in front of him that was still holding the weapon firmly after death.
The background music was the rhythmic gunshots coming from the building.
He wanted to hold himself back.
The white pawn took another look at the corpse in front of him, and struggled to pull out the half-cut ax from his shoulder bit by bit.
It almost broke his heart.
The abode of that drop of original blood.
The wounds, the bloody scars on his shoulders were healing little by little.
He lowered his head, picked up the dark blue summoning key that fell at his feet, and stood up again.
The hungry ghost on one side stared blankly at the cold eyes coming towards him.
The flat hand knife arrived as expected, a pleading flashed in his eyes, and his body was divided into two.
His godless eyes reflected the unyielding light of the horn not far away.
He is dead.
Deep inside the building, in the darkness.
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Zhao Qian loaded bullets into his empty revolver magazine in an orderly manner.
How many shots did it take, 30 or 40?
He himself lost count.
He could only see that the green light not far away was getting darker and darker, more and more empty bullet casings were falling on the ground, and it was getting quieter and quieter outside.
A little nervous, because he felt death approaching.
He was gambling.
In a sense, from the moment he hid here and discovered this dying prey, he had no choice but to retreat.
If he ran out, he would only die faster.
And right in front of him is the only hope of living.
Killing a plot character who is enough to affect the subsequent development of the world means returning.
This is the most discussed thing among tourists when buying and selling.
They kept trying to figure out the rules and techniques inside, how to grasp the killing speed and maximize the benefits, just like gamers searching for bugs in the game.
The cost is countless resources and the lives of countless passengers.
Holding the gun, his hand was shaking and he was so nervous that he even pulled the trigger faster and faster.
The barrel of the gun was hot enough to boil a bottle of water, but the owner still showed no interest in stopping.
The brief bright light in the darkness illuminated his side face, expressionless.
"Bang bang bang" Another three shots, but more like the final chapter of a piece of music. it's over.
Zhao Qian quietly glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eyes dim with green light.
It died and could not become a human until it died.
"Your shooting caused 2 points of damage to Werewolf Lupine.
When the equipment passive: Holy Death is activated, you actually caused 3 points of damage to the unit."
"Werewolf Lupine's current health value is 2 points."
"Prompt: Death of werewolf Lupine."
"Tip: Since you didn't deal more damage to the creature than 50 hit points, you gain 100 travel points."
"Tip: Passenger No. 7052, who killed the unit with you, died before the death of the unit.
You are considered to have independently killed the third-level legendary creature Remus John Lupin, and you gain another 900 travel points."
"Tip: Milestone: The Demon Suppressor is activated.
You kill 55 magicians in the Harry Potter world.
You get the relevant title, Demon Suppressor v1.
Note: Lupine kills under normal conditions count as 3, werewolves Lupines killed in this state are counted as 5.
Milestones are calculated based on the lowest requirements in the world.
Killing high-level units will automatically double the base number.”
"An important plot character, Remus John Lupin, has died.
Depending on the difficulty setting of the world you are in, you will be given the following two options: a: Return directly to the station.
Your travel process in this world will end here.
The station will not punish Passenger 1074 for not completing the subsequent main task. b: If you continue to stay in this world, the subsequent tasks you complete will be rated at a higher level. " In the darkness, Zhao Qian didn't even show a hint of happiness on his face.
He stood there steadily, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and a trace of pain flashed between his brows.
A fresh smell of blood floated in the darkness.
A veiny hand was stirring in his abdomen.
White pawn.
Break away from that hand and let him tear at your flesh.
Moving forward, he pounced, blood spraying on the gravel on the ground.
I was completely unaware of the guy's existence, and his footsteps seemed like they had never appeared before.
As if he didn't feel the pain in his spleen that Bai Zu was holding in his hand, Zhao Qian felt as if he had returned to the alley where he was blocked when he was 17 years old.
He fell to the ground.
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Stretch your left hand as far as it will go and reach it.
The key, which shone with silver light on the corpse, was between the index and middle fingers.
The Summoning Key has always been picked up first by travelers who have caused damage to the unit, and bystanders who have not caused damage cannot touch it at all.
Unless the passenger who caused the injury dies.
I have lost all feeling in my waist. cut off in a brief moment.
"Tip: If there is a functional loss below the waist, you will suffer 40 points of actual damage."
The smell of his own blood is everywhere on the ground.
He was speechless.
He seemed to have no pain, even though he was still bleeding.
Another knife attack.
The heads are separated.
"Peng" block "Talent: Counterattack is launched.
Block is successful."
"return" He was shouting hysterically at the ticket on his wrist, and the revolver he relied on was torn into pieces.
The parts of the gun were scattered everywhere, and half of the gun wheel mixed with broken bullet casings even flew directly into his eyes.
Scattered bullets, flesh and blood, and the lower half of his body.
Everything has become fixed.
Bai Pou looked coldly at Zhao Qian, whose body gradually dispersed into light spots, and let the gun parts hit his face.
The blood vessels on his face were gradually disappearing, and the drop of blood had lost its final effect
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