Violent A shrill red light pierced the night sky, leaving behind a piercing cry that broke through the darkness in the Siberian snowy night where the wind was as cold as a knife.
The huge black shadow fell to the ground with a crash.
It was a giant insect with a level up to level seven.
The tall butcher withdrew his blood-red weapon, and the griffon was still screaming unwillingly, as if it was far from satisfied with the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in front of him.
The guards scanned the surrounding environment vigilantly.
In the cold starless and moonless Siberian night, there was murderous intent everywhere.
"General, are you okay?"
the guard said bravely, but when his eyes came into contact with the countless corpses beside the woman in black, he still couldn't help but feel scared.
The guard was answered by Barrett's iconic thunderous roar.
A level six lurker slowly emerged from the snow in the distance.
Its still-moving body crashed into the spruce trees with explosive force, embracing the thick and thin trees.
The spruce tree broke at the sound, and the brains from the head exploded by Barrett splashed out, mixed with human blood and Zerg body slurry that had not been digested by Barrett, dyeing the cold snow of Siberia with colorful cruelty.
The tall black-clothed general held an exaggerated and huge penis beside him.
Her breathing was so heavy and urgent that a layer of white mist quickly rose in front of her.
A wisp of bright red blood slowly dripped down the barrel of Barrett's gun.
The general was injured after all, and it was even more serious due to the huge recoil.
As a seven-winged angel of death, being able to defeat Zerg opponents at the same level is almost the limit for her.
"General" the guards couldn't help but clenched their weapons.
If they weren't too weak and were carelessly attacked by the Zerg, how could the general be so seriously injured?
Moreover, the general came rushing all the way just to rescue them immediately.
Thinking of this Many guards had tears in their eyes.
The generals of the Angel of Death have always been indifferent, but their general is an outlier.
The tall female general walked to the nearest spruce in the cold wind, sat on the ground without caring about her image, then skillfully took out a cigarette from her arms and lit it with a "pop" amidst the bright fireworks.
When the tobacco mixed with military stimulants entered her lungs, she felt much better.
Under the faint light of burning tobacco, the seven-winged Angel of Death plaque on the chest of her dark combat uniform, with the numbers numbered on it, shines brightly. .
Such a familiar number.
If Fan were here, he would almost call out its owner's name to this number without hesitation.
One of the few generals of the Angel of Death who had experienced the most post-Civil War, Rose.
Now she is an A-level angel of death.
Just like a mysterious poem, when people around her left her one after another, her past was buried by her own hands.
She never talked about her past in front of others, even when that name appeared.
That name, the gryphon master in her hand that would never be replaced.
"How many of our brothers died."
Qiangwei asked calmly after taking a deep breath of the strong smoke.
"Ten people were slightly injured and fifteen were seriously injured."
"I'm asking about the number of dead people."
Qiangwei interrupted the guard coldly.
The guards looked at each other and answered cautiously, "Three.
Thirty dead."
In silence, Qiangwei smoked lightly.
There were only a few people in a company in such a short half hour, but more than half of them were dead and injured.
This was the result of her non-stop efforts to arrive in time.
Such a casualty rate is simply too high, and recent similar situations are by no means rare.
The pensive Qiangwei couldn't help but frown, and the sense of potential crisis in her heart became stronger and stronger.
A cigarette was enough time for the remaining Angels of Death to clean up the mess.
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Rose, who had extinguished Mars, stood up with a huge Barrett and led a group of demoralized guards towards the main city in the cold wind of Siberia.
Back.
On one side of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a young man in a straight uniform of the Angel of Death looked out the window uneasily.
His epaulettes proved his identity as a general.
The darkness was as thick as ink in the snowy cold night.
No matter how strong the light source in his room was, it could not illuminate the world three meters away from the window.
The loyal waiter was worried that the young general would catch a cold.
He deliberately put on a warm vest for him, but was immediately pulled aside by the restless general.
The shiny leather boots stepped back and forth on the floor, making a tapping sound.
"Has Qiangwei come back yet?
Who allowed her to go alone?"
The young general Y had a sullen face, and behind him was a row of trembling sergeants.
"General Qiangwei insists on this, we simply stop her" the sergeants tried to defend themselves.
"If I can't stop her, you won't follow her.
If anything goes wrong with her, it won't help even if you all lose your lives," the young general roared.
"You don't need to embarrass them.
I ordered them not to follow."
At this moment, Qiangwei's slightly cold voice followed her as she pushed the door open.
"You're back."
The young general's eyes suddenly lit up.
Under the light, Qiangwei's graceful and tall curves were almost perfect.
Even the reflection on the wall was so well-proportioned, "Are you okay?"
He hurried over in three steps at a time.
"Why are you so reckless?
How can the lives of those losers be compared with yours?
You see, you don't even clean up the snow, you will catch a cold."
He reached out to brush away the snowflakes from Rose's chestnut short hair.
"That's enough."
Qiangwei frowned and blocked the other person's hand.
The young general didn't care either.
He just twitched his nose a few times and then lowered his face with a concerned look on his face.
"I smell blood.
Where are you injured?
Why can't those damn soldiers carry out their orders well?"
If you can't do even a small thing well, you should let them be eaten up by those Zerg bastards."
The young general cursed while reaching out again.
"I've said enough."
Rose suddenly raised her voice.
Under the shadow created by the light, her clear facial features were filled with unbearable anger, as bright and thorny as a special wild rose.
"You don't have to care about your subordinates.
Life or death, but please understand Be fair, my subordinates, I have the final say."
Qiangwei said coldly.
She was no longer the same Qiangwei as before.
Her weakness and cowardice had long been buried by her own hands in the deep blood and fire. , now she only has heroic sharpness.
Seeing that Qiangwei was really angry, the young general was immediately defeated.
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He apologized repeatedly in an almost soothing tone, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it."
Then he turned to the waiter on the side and said, "Anna.
Bring over the gift I prepared."
"Guess what's inside?"
The young general held the box in his hand with a smile on his face.
"Not interested."
Qiangwei replied still coldly.
"Do you still remember what Master Yang Feng promised me?
The A-level lightsaber Nuo.
He sent someone to deliver it today, but I decided to give it to you."
The young general smiled.
Looking at the A-class lightsaber lying quietly in the box, the sergeants watching on the side let out gasps of surprise.
A-level lightsabers, converted into universal levels, are eight-level lightsabers.
Even the entire Angel of Death cannot find such a powerful weapon.
However, such a precious weapon was given away as a gift.
It seems that the young general is interested in Qiangwei's love is indeed not limited to appearances.
Faced with such a gift, even Qiangwei couldn't help but be startled.
It was too precious.
Even with her current status, it would be difficult for her to get it without breaking the bank.
However, after the shock passed, she still shook her head and refused.
"Stay.
Your current status is worthy of this lightsaber.
Besides, it's time to replace your gryphon."
After hearing this, Qiangwei couldn't help but shake the griffon in her hand.
As the other party said, as a general of the Angel of Death, this C-level sword is indeed unusable, otherwise she might not be injured today. .
The A-level lightsaber in front of her could almost immediately increase her combat effectiveness by one level.
She could get it at her fingertips with just a nod of her head.
This is something that any reformer who desires power cannot refuse.
Take a deep breath.
The griffin in her palm was almost wet with her sweat, "This is your thing, I don't want it."
After experiencing a fierce ideological struggle, Qiangwei was still firm in her previous choice.
Looking at Qiangwei, who turned around and walked away without mercy.
No matter how well-trained you are, there will be times when you can't help but burst out.
"Rose" the young general's face turned livid, "Don't be ignorant of what I do to you.
The entire Angel of Death knows very well.
With my current status, they are eager to be with me."
I can't count the number of women I share the same bed with.
You don't want to be toasted or punished with wine just because of my current status.
I can raise you up with one hand, and I can also make you doomed."
The young general finally became angry at Qiangwei's coldness. .
Qiangwei stood still but did not look back.
Her tone could not tell whether it was plain or sarcastic, "Yes, with your current status, as the most popular person in Lord Yang Feng's eyes, I believe you are fully capable of this."
"Then put away your pride and throw away the gryphon that is no longer worthy of you.
Your extravagant hopes and persistence are just ridiculous bubbles.
That person will not come back again.
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He is already dead and died in the wilderness.
In the hands of the Yama people, this is a fact, a fact that no one can change," the young general roared.
"Shut up."
The young general's words not only did not touch Qiangwei, but instead aroused her deepest anger, just like touching a dragon with reverse scales.
Qiangwei's angular face was full of persistence and anger, " I don’t allow you to curse him in any way.
He will not die.
He will never die.
Even if everyone in this world dies, he will not die.
And he promised me that he will definitely come back."
"Stop dreaming Qiangwei, he can't be alive.
No one can leave the organization and live alone in the wilderness.
No one can."
"Really?
But your eyes have clearly betrayed your heart.
You actually don't believe that he is dead.
As his former subordinate, you know his strength and ability better than I do.
It's not me who dreams, but you."
In fact, you have always been afraid of him.
Even if he has been gone for so long, what he left in your memory is profound enough that you will never forget him for the rest of your life.
Am I right, General Mu?"
Mu, the young general with a livid face at the moment, turned out to be Fan's former subordinate, Mu who always liked to contradict him.
Mu breathed rapidly, his face was a mixture of angry red and livid.
Qiangwei's words were heart-breaking, like a sharp knife engraved on his heart.
Indeed, he had never forgotten that man, that man in his life.
He was also a man who was hard to surpass.
Even if he had been away from the Angel of Death for so long, and even if he was still alive or not, that man was a thorn in his heart that could never be removed.
"He will come back, because he promised me."
After saying the last words calmly, Qiangwei held the griffon in her hand and left without looking back, but the difference was that her palms were no longer sweaty. , so she could hold it more firmly and leave.
"Brahma Brahma" After Qiangwei left, only Mu was left in the room, gnashing his teeth and roaring in low voices, and the other sergeants were frightened and cautious
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