The scarlet blood mist became thicker and thicker, like a mist that made it difficult to see far away.
Fierce battles were taking place in every corner, and the number of bodies lying on the ground was already incalculable.
The collision with the body, the mixture of blood and blood, Fan walked on the somewhat muddy road, which was a mixture of crushed meat and mixed blood.
The strong smell of blood was everywhere, and fallen bodies were everywhere.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
That was the sound made by a gray-clothed ice vessel with a gray lightsaber inserted into the wall, and blood dripping from the corner of its mouth into a pool of blood.
The handle of the lightsaber was firmly held in the hands of a tall mutant.
"Puff, puff, puff."
The gray sword blade penetrated back and forth on his body.
A thick layer of blood scab had formed on the originally gray sword blade.
"That's enough Benjika, don't waste your time."
"Wait a little longer, I don't believe they can really keep silent."
Benjika still did not stop the movement in his hands.
But the gray-clothed ice weapon that he passed back and forth with his sword was really like a cold machine.
It made no sound and had no expression from beginning to end.
The pain of the blazing lightsaber passing through his body even made other people who witnessed the incident feel numb.
However, until the gray-clothed ice weapon completely lost his life, his expression remained as frozen as ever.
No changes.
"Spit" Benjika spat heavily, "Did these guys have their pain nerves cut off?"
He finally stopped what he was doing.
"The Angel of Death only knows these little tricks."
A female mutant chuckled.
"Hmph, don't forget who almost broke us up before using the blood poison."
"Ralph, that's because we are scattered, otherwise the angel of death will still fail."
"Okay Murray, there is no need to quarrel with the captain over this trivial matter."
Benjika threw away the lightsaber.
"Let's go to the next location.
Anyway, these robots are still a bit tricky."
"Captain" Benjika looked at Ralph, who suddenly frowned, with some confusion.
Following Ralph's gaze, a figure slowly walked out of the blood mist in the distance.
"Angel of Death," Benjika murmured.
When the figure finally emerged from the blood mist, Benjika was a little shocked at first, and then almost laughed.
"Is there any low-level death angel still alive?"
As the captain, Ralph remained calm and stared closely at the man opposite him with his scarlet eyes.
However, whether it was his clothing or the weapons he wore, this style clearly belonged to a low-level Death Angel.
But how could a low-level Death Angel survive until now?
Ralph frowned slightly.
"Captain, let me go, leave such a little bug to me."
Benjika took a big step and rushed straight in the direction of Fan.
Fan looked indifferently at the opponent who was rushing towards him with a ferocious smile on his face.
His pace of advancement did not change at all, even his breathing rhythm did not change at all.
Benjika suddenly stopped.
He tilted his head and looked at Fan, grinning an ugly smile, "Poor little bug, you are not left behind, are you?
Do you want me to help you find your way home?"
Fan's face remained indifferent and expressionless, and he slowly walked towards his opponent step by step.
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"Hey, hey, hey, could it be that the blood poison eroded your brain and turned you into a fool?"
Benjka said with a joking smile.
But looking at Fan who was still expressionless, he twitched his lips and said, "Are you trying to imitate those dead gray robots?
Do you think you can scare me like this?"
He casually picked up a lightsaber at his feet. , "Then I have a question now, can you be like them and not feel pain?"
Benjika grinned cruelly, swung his gray sword blade and stabbed Fan in the face.
"violent" The blood-colored light flashed away in the blood mist.
If it were not accompanied by a buzzing sound, most people would ignore this blood-colored light because the time it stayed was too short, as short as a blink of an eye. time.
Tread, tread, tread.
That is the steady pace of Brahma without any change.
He passed over Benjika who stood there blankly, as if he was just the air that didn't exist.
When a breeze came from nowhere, Benjika, who was standing there, finally moved, splitting into two moving parts.
Part is the head, part is the body.
Plop.
It was the sound of a body falling.
"Benjika" Murray screamed as he looked at Benjika whose body and head were separated in the blink of an eye.
But the fighting instinct she developed over the years allowed her to get rid of fear and enter the battle in an instant.
"Bah, bang, bang," three gunshots in a row disturbed the silent blood mist.
The quietly suspended blood mist seemed to be disturbed by the sound of gunfire, and began to flow slowly.
No, the flowing blood mist did not come from the sound of gunshots, but from a figure as fast as lightning.
Murray holds the trigger tightly, and her tense muscles can enter the best fighting condition at any time, but the prerequisite for entering the battle is that she needs an opponent.
To be precise, she needs to find her opponent.
But in the direction where the muzzle of her gun was pointing, there was nowhere to be found.
"Gudong."
Murray swallowed softly.
Because a blazing dagger was held at her throat "Are you looking for me?"
Vanna's almost whispering tone was like the devil's whisper.
"Team, Captain" Murray's voice suddenly broke off, like an announcer that was out of power.
A dagger pierced her throat deeply, tore her trachea, and burned everything about her.
Fan just held Mo Rui's body quietly, with the gryphon in his left hand inserted motionlessly into Mo Rui's throat until she completely stopped breathing and her body became cold.
Plop.
Fan let go of his hand and allowed the powerless corpse to fall over his face.
Then, his emotionless eyes looked at the only remaining Ralph indifferently.
"Who are you?"
The hoarse and dry voice echoed in the scarlet blood mist.
Ralph held the short gun in his hand tightly.
It was the only thing he could rely on now.
"Who am I?"
Fan whispered softly, "Is this important?
No, it is not important."
He asked and answered himself.
"You don't need to know who killed you, you just need to remember who you were buried for."
Van paused for a moment, "Art, remember this name." call out It was a rapid sound that broke through the air.
Violent This is the excited neigh of the griffon Poof, Ralph knelt on his knees, trembling and covering his neck, but blood spurted out like a flood from a dam.
"Ho, ho."
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He wailed incomprehensibly, with unbelievable horror still in his eyes.
Fast, too fast, so fast that he didn’t have time to make any preparations, so fast that he didn’t use even a single ounce of imperial spear fighting skills.
The red light just flashed away, and his life ended in this flash. .
"Ah!"
Ralph hissed and fell heavily to the ground.
Snap, snap, snap.
Brahma walked on the blood-soaked street, and the blood-colored smoke hid his figure.
He left nothing behind, only the silent death, and the sound of his footsteps trampling in the scarlet blood.
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