When the wailing became the only sound in the originally silent valley, despair spread to the deepest part of every resident's body.
The executioners who had gone crazy were slaughtering living lives like pigs and sheep.
No pity, no sympathy.
Bora was desperate and also regretful.
It was he who brought these demons into the valley.
Of course he knew the identities of these people.
As a fellow reformer, he already knew the true identities of these people from the beginning, but he was holding on to luck, especially when the rich results they obtained from hunting together were placed in front of him.
Almost giving up all vigilance.
"They are simply staying here."
Bora comforted himself, and he must also comfort himself.
The sudden increase in the number of refugees placed a heavy burden on the entire valley, and he had no choice but to do this in order to obtain enough food.
This is a single-plank bridge with no end.
No matter how he chooses, what leads to the end is nothingness.
The only thing that has changed is the time he can move forward on this single-plank bridge.
He does not regret that he chose such a path, which was already doomed from the moment he left the organization.
He got tired of killing a long time ago.
Whenever he killed those unarmed refugees, he always felt heart palpitations from the bottom of his heart.
But he was just an ordinary and ordinary low-level reformer.
The tasks he could perform They can only kill the refugees who create chaos.
In pain and contradiction, he finally made a decision.
He left the organization and established order in the valley.
The reason is because he wants to atone for the sins he has committed in the past.
So no matter what the real identity of the refugees was, as long as they came to his valley, he would do his best to provide for them.
And it is precisely because of this that the current situation has been created.
The large group of refugees who suddenly arrived were obviously driven away by others.
The reformers from the empire were invisibly forcing cooperation between them through such simple means.
At this time, he had long been firmly tied up, tied together with those who were still weakly able to resist, and what they faced was a bloody and cruel scene of massacre.
The cruel sight almost tore Bola's will.
He wailed in pain and begged on his knees, but it was of no avail.
"You will be destroyed.
You are destined to be destroyed.
The Angel of Death will not allow you to invade your territory wantonly."
Bola roared loudly, his scarlet eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
"But unfortunately, this is not the territory of the Angel of Death."
Kaimen, who walked down the wooden building at some point, patted Bora's head gently, as if petting a puppy.
"In such a borderland, launching a confrontation between organizations can easily break out into a war.
Guess whether the Angel of Death will trigger a possible war for you, a group of refugees," Kaimen chuckled.
Bola's painful face suddenly turned into a mocking arc, "You don't understand the Angel of Death too well."
"Really?
Then you don't understand the empire too well."
Kaimen shrugged easily.
"You are destined to die, because you have no idea how terrible the person who is about to kill you is."
Bora took a deep breath, and at this time he thought of Fan who survived Tongtong's eyes.
The indifferent look in Vanna's eyes as he looked at him showed the indifference to life that only transformed people who have experienced the trial of survival can possess, and every Death Angel transformed person who has survived the trial of survival has an incomparable level of strength.
It cannot be limited by pure level.
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"If I die, I guarantee you will die in front of me."
Kaimen patted Bora's cheek.
Bora suddenly chuckled, "I'm not afraid of death, but what about you?"
he asked.
Kaimen suddenly choked and was speechless.
He still had a bright and bright future waiting for him.
How could he die in such a remote and barren land?
"Fear, you are destined to die in fear."
Bora laughed loudly, and the mocking tone was the only harm he could inflict on Kaimen.
"Big brother is here, big brother is here!"
Tongtong's loud shouting suddenly came from the wooden building.
"He's coming, he's coming, you're all going to die, you're all going to die hahahahahaha" Bola laughed wantonly, hot tears constantly falling from the corners of his eyes.
If blood could burn, Fan hoped that he could have boiling blood at this time.
Killing was already normal for him, but at that time he was inside the incident.
When he looked at the brutal killing in front of him from the perspective of a bystander, it was a new experience.
Therefore, he became even more angry and in pain.
The killings he had caused in the past were like the crimes he witnessed before his eyes, which almost tore his heart apart.
Loading ammunition, pulling the bolt, shooting, the angry roar of aw covered the people's painful wails, one butcher fell, and then another butcher fell.
The roaring AW is like a call from the God of Death, steadily taking away a sinful butcher every time.
The reformers from the empire finally panicked.
One moment they were rampant mass murderers, and the next moment they became lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Until the roaring aw had harvested three lives, they couldn't even lock the attacker's position.
Because he was moving too fast, so fast that it was difficult to catch his sight, the jagged tents and wooden houses became his natural cover.
And every time he appears, it marks the death of another sinful life.
"Doesn't he need to be targeted?"
This question is the doubt in the hearts of almost all the reformers from the empire.
"Everyone spread out and find cover," Kaimen shouted, then dodged and ran into the wooden building.
But almost as soon as his voice ended, the sound of heavy assault rifles began to resound throughout the valley.
Art rushed over at the lead, the assault rifle in his hand spitting out tongues of fire, and behind him was Mu, who followed closely behind him.
The two of them created a powerful fire suppression, and those low-level imperial reformers could only A hasty escape.
The machine gun in Art's hand fired aimlessly.
As long as they were living creatures, he would target them.
Of course, the Empire's cyborgs were his key targets.
He carried out the clearing mission strictly, and killing was a common occurrence for him.
The difference was only between killing and killing.
"No, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."
Bora looked desperately at what was happening in front of him, "Isn't the organization here to save us?
Why is the result still killing?"
"We are not armed, we are not armed, we have not violated any laws of the Death Angel, but why does the organization still want to eliminate us?"
Bora roared unwillingly in pain.
Then a red figure suddenly arrived and stood firmly behind him.
Feeling the powerful aura of the reformer behind him, Bora crawled on the ground in despair.
"Kill me, there is no difference between you, no difference at all."
Bola murmured in a low voice and closed her eyes in pain.
But then he felt the ropes binding his body being cut.
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"Run, run as far as you can, I'll give you a chance to live."
Mandala whispered softly in his ear.
When Bora finally broke free from despair, there was no one behind him.
He only struggled for a moment, and then immediately rushed back into the wooden building, where Tongtong was trapped.
Fan's figure kept shuttling between the low tents and wooden houses, like a lurker preying on prey.
Even in the daytime, his figure was almost difficult to pin down.
The special hum of the "violent" griffon suddenly sounded, and the red light instantly cut through the wooden wall.
Fan drew his sword and continued to move forward.
While running, he stabbed the side wooden door with his backhand sword again.
The red light disappeared, and Fan almost didn't move.
He left the area without stopping.
Then the corpses of two imperial cyborgs holding short guns fell behind him.
These two guys who originally wanted to be hunters became prey at the last moment.
Vent Vent Vent's boiling blood almost broke through the restraints of his body.
He felt pain at the horror in front of him, because there were slaughtered human corpses everywhere, but it was this pain that deepened his guilt, because his mission was to clear out all the creatures in this area, which had already been Those who died, even if they did not die in the hands of the Imperials, would sooner or later die in his hands.
When the two extremes of redemption and killing appeared at the same time, Fan found that his hope of pursuing light could only be extravagant hope.
Between the organization and himself, he was like a boat floating in the storm, with hell to the left and hell to the left.
The right is also hell
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