Barr was obviously not a powerful guru. He waved his hand and asked a girl whose face seemed to be proportional to ****. The latter could even speak the prairie elf. After a few words, Migaga stopped making trouble. The little thing looked at Marceau and said in an expectant tone: "Brother Marceau, you will help Brother William, right?"

"Well, as long as I can touch these guys, I will be responsible for killing them." Marceau had no good feelings for the guys William said. He deliberately wanted to compare his birth with the birth of others, showed malice to those who were worse than himself, and looked down on the poor and the weak from the inside out... So, what did he think? Marceau was really curious. If it was just because he was born in the free city on Earth, could he naturally feel nobler than everyone born on Mars... Please, how could it be that the sacrifices made by hundreds of millions of dead warriors in the first human-worm war were not to make the world look like this.

Considering the race of these wastes, Marceau is afraid that there is no way for them to drown in their pool of blood in this world, but at least... it can make these guys die with their skulls. Justice may not be able to do it all day, but at least Marceau feels that he must and should help Justice make up for the work it does.

Watching Migaga be taken away by the priest girl, Marceau was about to attack by himself, when a messenger ran over there, the man with blood on his body, he shouted at Barr and the commander beside him: "There have just been a large number of undead in the west. Those guys with the Black Death crawled in through the sewer. The Eleventh Regiment rushed twice but failed to break through their defense! Now I ask all members without mission to go and support!"

"Understand." The commander waved his hand after saying that, "Squad 17 stayed to look at the scene. If evil opens the ground and sends an alarm signal flare immediately, and others will follow me!"

"Masce, are you here?" Barr asked to Masce.

After thinking for a while, Marceau decided to go with Barr and the others to find the portal. Although it was a very important task, if there was no support point, then the entire battlefield would be powerless to restore the situation. At that time, the mission would naturally fail.

How could that work? While thinking this, Marceau replaced the jackpot in his hand with a new magazine. The screams, the sound of killing and roars gradually approached. The crowd rushed out of the corner. The cat cubs following the middle of the team heard the commander's roar in front: "It's the Eighth Regiment! Another new regiment of the Black Death! How many regiments did they come in!"

"Don't worry about his group! Press these mice down!" Marceau heard Onini's voice, and the girls who had a temper even more terrifying than Anne shouted loudly: "Switch to [skip] bullets! Get a bayonet!"

Then Marceau looked at the people in front of him, either changing into guns, drawing out swords, hammers and axes, and then rushing up in waves... Well, there is no formation anymore. The whole area is fighting. As soon as the cat jumped to the wall beside him, he saw the entire open space where the park was located was full of Black Death and the Pillar of Eternity. Onini, the girl rushed in the front row... Although she felt a little sad when she was in the position of Marceau, she looked at the girl's screams and the banging of the gun... Alas, this girl was afraid she couldn't get married.

Masce was complaining here, and she was not idle either. She took out her mechanical pulley bow. The cat who transformed into a powerful earth element began to harvest happily. The front was blocked. Masce didn't want to rush up and be stepped on. Since melee combat was too dangerous, it would be better to use a bow and arrow to harvest it. While thinking about it, the cat pulled the bowstring and loosened the strings towards the tall crown lord in the middle of the battlefield. After flying for a few seconds, the arrow landed on the head of a demon who blocked its flight trajectory because of the flying rush. The latter, who used his head to catch the arrow, fell to the ground without saying a word, and died unjustly.

I'm so lucky, this guy is so lucky!

Marceau pulled out a new arrow from the quiver at his waist, bowed, pulled the strings, and continued to project a fatal greeting to the Lord of the Crown. The arrow drew a perfect arc in the air. Unfortunately, the Lord of the Crown was hit by a shield by a dwarf shield guard at a critical moment and then fell backwards. The arrow flying past it fell on the head of the undead who was about to finish the blow to a living person. The loss of the skull made the guy lose most of his perceptions at once. So the original victim became a perpetrator. The elves who had climbed up from the ground picked up a warhammer from the ground and directly poured the undead hammer in front of him to the ground, and then began the time of ironwork that he liked to see.

Marceau, who caused all this, was silent for several seconds, and finally pulled out the third arrow from his waist quiver. The repeated process, repeated pine strings, and repeated flight paths. Then Marceau looked desperately at a demon's head blocking the flight route of the arrow again. Seeing that the head that was cut off changed its flight path due to the force of the arrow, Marceau rolled his eyes and pulled out the arrow again. This time, the cat changed to a penetrating arrow, as the name suggests, this thing has a certain armor-piercing ability. Even if the head blocks the distance this time, this arrow will definitely carry the cat's malice, and the mission will be achieved!

So after flying for several seconds, the arrow accurately hit the chest of a soul-bearing man flying in the air. The body flipped in the air brought the arrow's incoming and shooting angles beyond recognition. Finally, the arrow disappeared after penetrating the body of the soul-bearing man.

Put down the hand holding the bow, Marceau sighed sadly, then put away the bow, pulled out the long knife and the hammer and made a fuss. Don't think that the goddess of luck can smile at you today, and Grandpa Cat must kill you today.

As he rushed down the wall, the cat slammed towards the Lord of the Crown. Just when the cat was only ten steps away from it, a whole group of players surrounded it, and the hammer and the stone stick roared, the shackles and shields danced together. Seeing the Lord of the Crown being beaten to death by the players, the cat slapped the audience's mouth and finally turned around and slashed over the bastard who wanted to sneak attack his bastard, then pulled the long sword into the ground, held the hammer in both hands and beat the sneak attacker under his feet.

……………………

Mingen and Mingmei looked at each other and finally shook their heads together.

"Mingen Mingen, look, Marceau's luck seems to have completely broken down today."

"Sister, sister, do you think Marceau can break the dark record he has kept today?"
Chapter completed!