"My name is Art, what's your name?"
A somewhat dazed child stretched out his hand.
"Brahman."
"Fan hehe, I will follow you from today on.
I hope we can unite happily, oh no, we should cooperate happily."
The stunned child grinned, his white teeth shining brightly in the sun.
"Fan, how did you do that?"
Art looked at the giant insect corpse on Fan's shoulders in shock.
"Use this, and this."
Fan pointed to his head and then to his body.
"I have decided that from today on, you will be my boss and my boss."
"Boss, stop, you have killed enough people."
Fan looked directly at Art with his scarlet eyes, the blood almost splattered on his cheeks was cruel and terrifying, "Get out if you don't like it," Fan growled hoarsely.
Art took a deep breath, and then snatched the blade from Fan's hand, "Leave it to me to do this kind of thing from now on."
Art swung down the blade tremblingly, when blood spattered all over his face. , he vomited almost all his food.
"Boss, what is the definition of our existence?
Is there any other value besides killing and being killed?"
"Yes."
Fan stopped whittling the wood thorn.
"What is that" "Being treated like food."
"Then let's kill people."
"Boss, leave quickly and leave me alone."
Ate pushed Fan's body away.
But then Van picked him up again.
"boss" "Shut up," Fan yelled roughly, "remember, if we survive, you owe me your life."
"Boss," Art wiped the weapon in his hand, "do you think one day we will die, will anyone remember us?"
"meeting."
"Who is it" "When you die, I will remember you.
When I die, you will remember me."
Fan replied.
"Ha, then we are all dead" "No one can kill both of us at the same time."
"Boss, sometimes I think about it.
If I were asked to choose a way to die, I would rather die on the battlefield."
"Why."
"Because that's where we belong.
We live to fight, and of course we will die fighting."
"Who told you that?"
"It's written in this book" Art raised the book in his hand.
Fan grabbed it and threw it into the fire in front of him.
"Don't touch these seized items again."
"Boss, this book was found in your bag."
"Shut up" "Boss, do you have a wish?"
"No."
"I hope that one day we can become generals together and stand on the high tower in the inner city overlooking the earth."
"boring."
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"You're boring."
Art muttered softly.
Memories flooded Fan like a tide, almost suffocating him.
Every picture he had experienced was enough to make him unable to control himself.
Only after losing something do people understand the value of possession.
The coldness and darkness once tempted Van like a devil, and he was once addicted to it.
It was the ray of sunshine brought by Art that gave his cold and empty heart some perspective, and also prevented him from completely becoming a mere idiot.
A killing machine.
And when he finally realized that he could have those beautiful things and was determined to start over, the sunlight that had been lighting up his world was extinguished, and darkness and coldness returned to his world again.
A cold and heavy door stood in front of him.
He tried his best to push it open, but dizziness and weakness defeated him time and time again.
However, Fan still fought and never gave up until an unknown amount of time passed.
When the empire's mutants finally no longer disperse but gather together, when the empire brings out all the mutants brought to the Angel of Death, the outcome of this unprecedented battle will finally be revealed here.
I don't know when the air began to be filled with faint blood-colored smoke.
The smoke came from the special potion cans scattered in the outer city, and the smoke screen soon spread to various areas of the outer city.
When the blood-colored smoke touched a small area of ice vessels and mutants that were fighting together, all of them almost knelt on the ground with their limbs weakened at the same time.
But the mutants stood up earlier than the gray-clad ice weapons.
"You guys, it's time for you to feel the power of the empire's ultimate weapon, the prototype blood poison."
A mutant warrior stood up panting.
Straighten your body.
The blood poison of the prototype body disintegrated the power of all warriors in a short period of time.
The abilities that either came from ability cells or mutant cells were completely destroyed by the blood poison of the prototype body.
This kind of refining creates mutants.
The blood poison in the original blood sample, even if it acts on the mutants themselves, will temporarily suppress all their abilities except strength, let alone have no resistance to it.
The gray-clothed ice vessel.
So when the gray-clothed ice weapons struggled to wield their long swords, they discovered that the ability they originally relied on to fight had really disappeared without a trace.
"Be afraid.
Under the blood poison of the prototype, no one can escape the power of the prototype.
So, it's time for you to feel the true power of mutants."
The mutant warriors who were originally suppressed roared and rushed out. .
Although their alienated abilities are temporarily unavailable, the mutants' terrifying power will make them irresistible in the face of the Angel of Death, who is also unable to use their abilities.
This is the ability of the prototype blood poison, and it is also the key to the Imperial people's courage to ignore any conspiracy.
If they fight with pure physical strength, who can withstand the charge of the mutants?
This duel of abilities between modified humans and mutants has turned into a killing of pure power and speed.
The secret weapon that the Death Angel relies on most has become useless under the blood poison of the prototype.
The outcome of this war seemed to be finally decided at this time.
When Fan still tried his best to push open the heavy door, a bloody smoke screen suddenly rose in the darkness, followed by an inexplicable force burning in his body.
Yes, burn.
From all the organs, from all the cells, they are burning crazily driven by this bloody smoke screen The rising body temperature quickly reached the critical value of the human body's ultimate load, and then only paused for a few seconds before completely getting rid of the limit.
Every cell in Fan's body was struggling in pain, and the blazing temperature seemed to dry out every drop of water in his body.
I don't know how long this pain lasted, until Fan finally couldn't bear it anymore.
The power that had been silent deep in his ability cells finally broke free of its shackles, and the power returned to Fan's body again.
The darkness, unwilling to succumb to the blood, finally let out its angry roar The bloody smoke screen that almost burned Fan was swallowed up completely in an instant under the darkness of silence that broke free from the shackles.
Huge power surged in his blood and lurked in his cells.
The ability cells are trembling with excitement.
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It is the joy of rebirth, the madness of breaking through the confinement, or the extreme desire for killing.
After the annihilating darkness swallowed up the blood in the body, it was still not satisfied.
The bloody smoke floating outside Fan's body actually poured into Fan's body as if it was being pulled.
Devour.
Devour.
Devour Even after swallowing up all the blood within a radius of ten meters, the extinguishing darkness was still not satisfied.
It also swallowed up the gef-7 that existed in the ability cells and had never been completely absorbed.
When the darkness of death is finally full, it generously bestows its pure and condensed power on Brahman.
The joints and muscles are growing crazily, the organs and nerves are as if they were reborn, and the blood flowing in the blood vessels, under the pumping of the powerful and reborn heart, actually emits a surge like a tide.
Fan stretched out his hands and gently pushed open the door, which was originally extremely heavy for him.
Sunlight, airflow, sound, everything returned to his world, both similar and different.
A brand new world appeared in front of his eyes behind the door, and Fan opened his eyes that were originally closed.
He gently clenched his fist, his knuckles ringing crisply under the new strength, "Power."
He whispered softly.
The muscles of the whole body undulated slightly under his deliberate control.
Every tissue, every muscle, and even the tiny muscle fibers responded to his call.
"Control."
Everything within a thousand meters clearly appeared in his world of perception, and not even a weed that had been trampled to pieces was not missed.
The perceptual world continues to extend until it crosses the outer city wall and reaches its limit, which is a full five thousand meters.
A stray bullet flies in the air, and Fan can capture its clear trajectory, even where it comes from and where it falls.
If necessary, he can even see the subtle numbers engraved on the bullets.
Of course, this requires borrowing the power of omniscience.
"Weng", that was the sound of Fan's right hand rubbing in the air.
He stretched out his hand to catch the bullet, just like grabbing a fallen leaf, under the power of overclocking.
Bang aw fired a long-lost fire, the bullet passed through the air, obstacles, railings, guardrails, and hit the enemy between the eyebrows.
In a short period of one second, it is necessary to draw the gun, aim, stabilize the gun body, and pull the trigger.
Fan put down the weapon in his hand, and then gently brushed Art's eyes that had lost focus, "You once asked me if anyone will remember you after you die.
Now I will tell you, the souls of those who will die in my hands , everyone will hold your name firmly.
You also asked, what is the definition of our existence, and soon, I will prove to them the power we can have."
"May your soul respond to the call of the Lord and your body break free from the shackles.
And I would rather share the sacrifice with the devil, but also prove the traces of our existence."
"Rest in peace, my brother."
Fan stood up and walked out.
With suppressed anger and a prelude to death, he passed through the increasingly dense blood mist.
The blood mist that diffused in the air suppressed everyone's ability.
He could not any impact on him
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