Da, da, da.
Sparse gunshots echoed on the battlefield.
A group of death angels dressed in gray were driven together by nearly a hundred mutants, like a group of driven prey.
Most of the ice weapons have wounds all over their bodies, and they are basically gunshot wounds.
Fortunately, the gunshot wounds are not in a position that can make them lose their combat effectiveness.
Although their abilities are suppressed, their strong reflex nerves can still allow them to fight at critical moments.
Avoid vital points.
Da, da, da.
A mutant held a short gun high and fired randomly, and the sparse gunshots were like a mockery of the ice weapons.
"Run, you guys, run for me."
The mutant holding the gun laughed loudly.
"Kusa, don't waste bullets."
"Do I need you to remind me?"
Kusa glared at the speaker.
The mutant warrior who was stared at by Kusa swallowed his words abruptly.
In any case, he was really not qualified to remind Kusa.
After all, Kusa's title was one level higher than his.
So Kusa curled his lips in disdain, and then continued to shoot randomly like a demonstration until a huge palm grasped his gun hand.
"Who?"
Kusa was furious.
As a Viscount of the Empire, he was used to being in a high position.
Very few people dared to challenge his authority.
As for someone actually daring to hold his hand, this was something he had never imagined before. .
So Kusa turned around angrily, but when he turned around and looked at the owner of this giant hand and the golden family emblem on his chest, all his accumulated anger was extinguished in an instant.
The huge shadow almost obscured all his sight, and the thick arms stretched out from the bloody cloak were as thick as his thighs.
With a bang, Kusa knelt heavily on his knees and lowered his head in an almost prostrate posture.
"Please forgive me for being rude, Lord Count Bekuin."
Kusa's face was almost touching the floor.
"Your name, Charger," a female mutant with extremely revealing clothing yelled in a low voice.
She seemed to be suffering from extreme anger at the moment, and her plump breasts almost jumped out under the violent breathing.
"Kusa, Kusaduk, distinguished lord waiter, I definitely did it unintentionally."
"Haha, are you from that dirty Duke family?"
Another female mutant chuckled.
Compared with the previous one, her clothes were very conservative, and her whole body was wrapped in a tight black combat uniform, but Because of this, her perfect devilish body that can drive people crazy becomes even more fatally tempting.
"Kusaduk."
Count Becuin murmured in a low voice, his voice rich and deep.
Then he stepped directly over Kusa's body, as if he had stepped over a dirty obstacle.
Two female waiters, one on the left and one on the right, followed him closely, never leaving.
But Kusa is still lying on the ground almost trembling.
He will never dare to stand up on his own before receiving Becuin's forgiveness.
The reason for all this is not only the strength of Becuin, but also the His title, and more importantly, the huge family he came from, the Caroline family.
The contemporary Archduke Caroline was the key figure in the development of mutant technology.
When he finally mastered the secret of the prototype in the dark bunker, Archduke Caroline, who had been suppressed by her political opponents, relied on the advanced transformation A mutant warrior transformed from a human, killing all his enemies in one night.
No one dared to stop him, and no one could stop him.
Archduke Caroline, who was driven mad by the pain of losing her daughter, had already transformed himself into a mutant.
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Before that, he was already a ninth-level grand duke of imperial power.
So now, the Caroline family has almost controlled the lifeblood of the empire.
They are already the well-deserved largest family in the empire, and when it is rumored that Grand Duke Caroline has found his long-lost daughter, there is no one in the empire.
No one dared to disobey Caroline's majesty.
Because everyone who knows about it knows that Grand Duke Caroline's daughter, Purple-eyed Caroline, is his first and most perfect "work".
He devoted all his efforts to his daughter, and it is also true that It was because of this that the innocent and young purple-eyed Caroline was kidnapped on that scarlet night many years ago.
Ordinary mutant warriors are still extremely terrifying, but no one can tell how terrifying Zi Tong, who has been poured into by Grand Duke Caroline, can become.
As for the rumors that she had been dead for many years, they were disproven in the face of the facts.
No one could really tell what happened on that bloody night many years ago.
Therefore, when Kusa realized that the person in front of him was Becuin from Caroline, he could only lower his proud head.
Even though he came from the Duke family, one of the ten largest families in the empire, it was completely useless.
Anyone who offends Caroline will only be purged and destroyed.
Becuin was like a patrolling king.
All the people who originally stood in front of him automatically opened a path for him.
Becuin finally stopped, and he quietly looked at the death angels who were driven together.
"Is this the ultimate weapon of the Death Angel?"
Becuin asked softly.
"Sir, under Caroline's power, all weapons will lose their effect."
The scantily clad waiter said respectfully.
"It's a pity, it's really a pity.
We should have come here earlier.
Maybe I will meet a strong opponent, a qualified opponent, and then I can gloriously cut off his head and make him my Another piece of the collection instead of facing this bunch of lambs for the slaughter," Becuin sighed, seeming really disappointed.
"Sir, your power is hard to match in the empire, so how can you find a match in the dying Angel of Death?"
the scantily clad waiter continued.
Becuin smiled lowly, showing no humility at all in response to the waiter's words.
Yes, Becuin did have such qualifications.
As one of the most outstanding descendants of the new generation of the Caroline family, he not only became a high-level reformer early on, After being injected with the mutant gene, he successfully survived.
Therefore, even though Becuin has given up the halo of his family, he is still a genius powerful enough for people to look up to him.
"Then let this boring battle end early.
Go to Dilier and lead them to end this group of lambs."
Bekuin said lightly.
"Yes, my lord."
Diliel, who was wearing revealing clothes, leaned over and responded, the turbulent waves swaying back and forth with her.
"As for you, Angelil, let us quietly watch this feast of killing.
I hope that after this, you, Yama, can truly feel the power of the empire."
"I'll wait and see, Lady Beckin Caroline."
Angelil, who was wearing tights, nodded in response.
Becuin smiled lowly, his broad blood-colored cloak trembling slightly in the blood mist, like a blood-soaked demon king.
Dilier stepped forward with all her strength with her slender white legs, rushing into the enemy group like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.
The scarlet sword blade flashed, and dozens of death angels fell.
The splashing blood and sword blades complemented each other, which made people feel...
Can't tell each other apart.
Under his leadership, more mutants roared and rushed into the enemy group, but the gray-clothed ice weapons in the predicament did not give up.
They fought with all their strength until the last moment of their lives.
The corpses of the Death Angels fell silently.
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After losing their most important abilities, they could no longer resist the power of mutants.
The Imperials were killing like crazy, immersed in the pleasure of almost massacre, and had no other thoughts besides this.
Therefore, neither the angel of death who was waiting for the slaughter nor the imperial people who were enjoying the killing noticed that a lone figure was walking slowly through the crowd.
No one stood in front of him, or in other words, no one could stand in front of him, because all the Imperials who tried to swing their swords at him fell behind him.
The bloody figure looked forward indifferently, and the strong smell of blood surrounded his body.
It was the smell coming from the plasma that almost covered his body, and his original clothes were under the dark brown blood scab.
Lost color.
He is here
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