The light of the blood moon lit up the street, and the red light passed through the window, creating an illusory figure on the ground of the room.
The sturdy man with a sea snake tattoo on his body was reaching into his worn backpack, obviously preparing to take out the extraordinary item owned by the resistance that had partial healing effects.
Then, the moment he turned his head, he discovered something unusual about the shadow.
The tranquility was suddenly broken:
"Someone!"
The sturdy rebel roared and reached for the rifle slung across his body without hesitation.
That's right, a rifle.
As outlaws being hunted by the Punishers, of course they have their own arsenal of weapons, and they have a large collection of them. After all, those members without weapons have already been hanged by the Punishers.
Several other members with red and white camouflage on their faces also turned around immediately and immediately raised their guns towards the window.
The black muzzle spurted out dazzling firelight in the room:
“Bang bang bang!!!”
There wasn't even a dialogue, they just chose to shoot!
The folk customs of Bayam are fierce and fierce.
The loud sound of gunfire, accompanied by the strong smell of gunpowder, spread throughout this neighborhood, causing the doors and windows on the left and right to be silently blocked. It was already experienced.
The weak window in the room shattered instantly.
However, what greeted these rebels was not the twisted corpses they were tired of seeing, but—
A flash of scarlet flashed across my sight!
Like the shape of waves, and like raindrops with a chilling aura, the blood stretched into a bright sword light in the air, and slashed hard!
The yellow bullets in the air were torn apart instantly——
【Qianyin】
[Originally held by the royal guard responsible for guarding Annalise, the "Filthy Blood Queen" in Cainhurst Castle. When the fine water wave carvings on the blade are stained with blood, the Thousand Shadows Sword will sing a scarlet melody. However,
, this ritual will swallow up the user’s essence.】
Of course you should take out the good-looking toys and look at them.
The right arm holding the long knife climbed up a red thread, rising and falling continuously, as if the blood inside was being sucked by the demon knife.
Wherever the scarlet knife wave went, the yellow bullet was torn apart instantly!
The knife flower wrapped in blood cuts a gorgeous arc in the air!
'Extraordinary!'
This was what the rebels who had lost control of their facial muscles thought when their eyes were about to burst.
Before their eyes, they watched as their only means of attack was easily eliminated.
But Extraordinaries who can deal with rifles are extremely rare in Bayam, not even among the punishers. This inhuman sense of oppression reminded them of a person——
Church of Storms, ‘Sea King’ Yann Coatman!
And just when they were so frightened that their whole bodies were tense and their facial muscles were twitching, Yager arrived after the sword flash.
In an instant, he passed through the heavy rain of bullets and appeared in the center of the room with ease.
This was also the only time he appeared in the eyes of the leading resistance army.
The deep black eyes suddenly raised, locking on several people like a hunting beast.
There was a moment of indifference on the "sick and wilted" face.
The 'Qianyin' in the hand suddenly changed direction at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
His right hand covered with red blood lines suddenly tightened, the tip of the blade lengthened behind him, and then suddenly popped out like a bowstring stretched to the extreme!
"Ka, ka ka!"
This is the empty sound of a rifle after the magazine has been discharged.
The fierce-looking rebel man was already trembling all over, his eyes were shaking in disbelief in his eye sockets, and he was extremely frightened.
The empty magazine in his hand became the straw that broke the camel's back.
He knew that he had no chance to shoot the next round:
This is the day of his death.
Before my eyes, waves of blood filled the room again!
When his body disintegrated like scattered building blocks, complex emotions flashed through his broken eyes. I wonder if at the end of his life, he ever thought about his absolutely unfortunate life.
And, the lingering sound echoing in my ears:
"Damn it, can't these people stand closer?"
The young man passing by, brandishing a bloody blade, complained gloomily.
After hearing these words, in the last second of the Tattooed Resistance's stay in the world, he felt the deep absurdity from the bottom of his heart——
Damn it, they're all going to die!
Can you be more respectful?!
Do you think it’s convenient for you to do something wrong? Street boy!!!
With this thought, he closed his eyes completely.
Twenty-eight all year round.
But what he didn't know was that he might have achieved a record that some saints could not achieve in this life.
On the same spot, after quickly beheading the leader of the rebel army, Yager had a gloomy face and flipped the knife in his hand. It took almost only one second for the room to be filled with corpses!
He reappeared in front of the last two people.
One is the only remaining rebel army painted in camouflage, and the other is the ventriloquist old man in charge of the festival.
The sturdy rebel's legs were already shaking, and it was very difficult to even stand!
For the first and last time in his life, he knew that when people are extremely scared, they will lose the ability to move.
Yager's pale face appeared in the reflection of the rebel's eyes, like the last threat before an evil spirit attacked.
However, he paused half a step.
The bloody blade was sheathed in mid-air.
‘He’s ready to let me go?!’ The strong man’s eyes suddenly flashed with the joy of looking forward to the rest of his life. ‘He’s ready to let me go!’
But he guessed wrong again.
The blood at the interface of the long knife flashed and disappeared completely.
Then, Yager pressed the handle of the knife irritably and gloomily, but his forward pace did not stop.
The leather boots tapped lightly on the ground, and he turned over seemingly lightly.
The thin figure slowly jumped over.
The next second, his right leg fell to the ground like a heavy iron plate!
"Buzz!!!"
The network of spiral cracks is like a crater caused by a meteorite, spreading outward layer by layer and cracking layer by layer!
The ground collapsed, directly exposing the mottled soil underground.
In the middle of the crack, the head of the last rebel soldier exploded like a watermelon at the bottom of the shoe. Blood mixed with brain matter, like juice, splashed across the room, covering most of the walls.
Yager withdrew his legs from the ground.
"Wow."
Gravel and wood chips continued to fall from the top of the leather boots, mixed with the blood spilling on the ground, making them sticky.
However, the murderer himself did not focus on this.
After stopping in place, he did not attack the ventriloquist who had not taken out a weapon for the time being. Instead, he took out a needle from a purple-white ripple with a slightly hasty movement.
Then, without hesitation, he stabbed the thigh hard!
The needle tip pierced through the clothes and penetrated directly into the body.
The "drug" in the blood therapy was finally pushed into the body, relieving the ever-present feeling of being withdrawn.
Yager's expression of surprise finally relaxed a little.
But his face is still ugly.
After everything was settled, he couldn't help but curse in his heart:
Are you sick? Are you sick?
Shouldn’t the ‘essence’ in the ritual refer to the soul? What does blood-sucking mean?!
His little broken Sequence Nine was almost drained!
Cool inside!
(End of chapter)
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