More and more people fell at Dilier's feet.
No one could survive ten seconds under her hand.
As Bekuin's personal bodyguard, the enchanting Dilier was not a flower vase.
She had the ability to look down upon the others.
She has human qualifications.
At a young age, she was already a level five senior imperial transformer before she became a mutant.
More importantly, as Becuin's personal bodyguard, the mutant genetic modification reagents she injected were higher than other mutants in terms of purity and quality.
Therefore, the blood poison of the prototype body has a smaller suppressive effect on her than others.
At least she can alienate a small part of the body tissue.
The almost unstoppable Diliel quickly left the others behind.
She had to catch up with the mutants on the opposite side as soon as possible, because only in that way could the Death Angel's defense formation be completely disintegrated from within.
And Becuin is still watching him.
She must show her strength in order to make that annoying Angelil feel the power of the empire.
In fact, she did vividly demonstrate the almost complete gun fighting skills, and the power in close combat.
The real gun fighting skills are not limited to gunpowder weapons.
Every slash of the scarlet blade would take away a fresh life.
Diliel had been fighting her way into the enemy group like this, until she met him.
"Ming" was the buzzing sound of Dilier's sword slashing in the air.
Dilier opened her eyes in surprise, because the sword completely hit the air without touching the opponent at all.
"Ming" the scarlet sword swung out again, but still gained nothing.
It was only at this moment that Dilier finally focused her attention on the opponent in front of her. devil This was the most appropriate word that Dilier could think of in a short moment.
The dried dark brown blood scabs filled every detail of his body, as if they were one with him.
The still fresh plasma was stained on the original blood scabs, and quickly merged with them.
The thick smell of blood was enough to make people sick, and his hair, which was stained with thick plasma, could no longer see its original color. color.
And no one can tell how many dead lives the thick blood scab and scarlet plasma came from.
When all these appearances are combined with his indifferent and almost empty eyes, devil, this is indeed the best word Diliel can think of.
At this moment, Dilier's slight distraction caused her to almost suffer a fatal blow.
A hand covered with blood scabs clasped her throat tightly, incredibly fast.
But Dilier possesses great strength after all.
When her throat was just grabbed, the instant alienation ability made her neck slightly thinner, and she quickly withdrew from it.
Dilier quickly took a few steps back.
There were five clear red marks on her white neck.
The brief contact with her opponent made her have no doubt that if she had not escaped in time, her trachea would have been torn to pieces.
"Pa" Dilier paused for only a moment, and then quickly drew her gun and fired.
But the shot missed the enemy she wanted to hit, and only an innocent body fell to the ground.
"Pa" "Pa" "Pa" Dilier fired three shots steadily, striving for maximum accuracy, but the devil-like shadow, except for a pause when she fired, was steadily moving towards her at other times. near.
What was even more frightening was that he easily avoided all the shots.
Diliel's pupils shrank, and she finally felt a little frightened, but at the same time, the mutant who was originally left behind finally caught up with her, so she narrowed her eyes, turned around and retreated.
"Kill him!"
Dilier shouted loudly, her plump breasts shaking violently up and down.
So the black mass of imperial mutants instantly drowned the lonely figure.
However, when a dozen mutants swarmed him and prepared to tear him apart, his indifferent, almost mechanical eyes finally flashed with a scarlet blood light.
The harsh scream of "violence" vibrated the eardrums, which was the superposition of countless hums.
Countless red lights penetrated the crowd instantly.
It was not overwhelmed by the crowd.
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On the contrary, it drowned the crowd.
There were sounds of cuts, bones cracking, lightsabers vibrating, and corpses falling to the ground.
The lonely figure finally stepped on the lifeless corpses, still moving forward expressionlessly.
No one could stop him.
Dilier watched everything that happened in front of her blankly.
Massacre, this was the purest massacre.
The mutants who should have joined the flock became lambs under the butcher's knife in an instant.
The red light drawn from his hand was like the devil's sharp fangs.
He cut not only the enemy's throats, but also the fear hidden in their madness.
Dilier was finally completely panicked.
The fresh blood from the devil was scarlet and sticky.
He was like a blood demon walking out of a blood pool.
Everything could arouse people's most primitive fear.
At this moment, Dilier finally looked into the eyes of this devil.
In the next moment, her delicate body rose from the ground, because the devil, which rushed in like lightning, once again strangled her throat and lifted her body high.
Dilier struggled in vain.
This time, the alienated power could no longer bring her any help.
The hands like steel clamps tightly held her.
For the first time, Dilier felt that death was so close to her.
Dilier closed her eyes gently, quietly waiting for the last moment of her life.
But a deafening roar pulled her back from the brink of death.
"Stop it you filthy beast" Bekuin's angry roar spread to every corner of the battlefield.
The bloody cloak rustled, which was caused by the friction of airflow caused by the rapid sprint.
The angry roar of "Kneel down" makes people feel frightened.
It comes from the arrogance and majesty of nature.
The expression of the lonely figure finally changed, and there was an indescribable irony on the face stained with dried blood.
So he let go of his hand and casually threw Diliel out of his hand.
Becuin seemed to be very satisfied with his opponent's "well-behaved".
He nodded his proud head and said, "Very good, now, kneel down for me."
The lonely figure tilted his head, seeming to be savoring these words carefully.
"Kneel down, and I will make you qualified to know my name."
Becuin looked at him majestically, just like he looked at the servants in the empire.
But unfortunately, this is not an empire, and that devilish figure is not his servant.
"Bang" is the vibration sound of fists and muscles touching.
Becuin groaned and took five steps back, almost losing his balance in the end.
"Damn and despicable bug, how dare you collide with the great Earl Becuin.
Your fate will be judged."
Becuin roared angrily, and he took off his bloody cloak and threw it into the air.
The originally tall and burly body swelled again under the power of alienation.
Except for the fact that he could not see the sharp bone blades or bone spurs produced by the alienation, Bekuin was now not much different from a completely alienated mutant.
From The more perfect mutant genetic modification reagent has allowed him to get rid of part of the influence of blood poison and release the first stage of alienation power.
And this is Bekuin’s biggest reliance on daring to enter the battlefield.
"Say your name and be able to fight against the great Earl Becuin.
I give you the supreme honor."
Becuin roared in a low and hoarse voice.
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His knotted muscles were ferocious and terrifying.
He was like a hill.
Standing in the middle of the battlefield, the momentum released by one person is enough to compare with an army.
"A dead person has no right to know my name."
The hoarse voice rubbed against the devil's throat.
It was as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his tone was stiff and dry.
"But you can remember the other guy's name, Art."
"Because all of you will become his burial victims" Van's hoarse and low roar hid his deepest fury: