The dense red mist filled the air, gradually obscuring Asura's burly figure.
The Kassel students hidden in small buildings throughout the garbage dump held their breath and stared motionlessly at the situation in the distance.
Someone gently used the remote control handle to control the drone to buzz and rotate its small wings to spy on the situation at close range.
Under such intensive firepower coverage, even if this guy is thick-skinned and thick-skinned, he must be...
The new students just had this idea in their minds,
It was crushed to pieces by a huge iron-green hand that poked out from under the powder mist.
The scarlet light shines through the blood mist generated by the successive explosions of Frigga's bullets, vaguely revealing an extreme cruelty. Combined with the strong and burly body, it creates an infinite visual impact that shocks their senses.
The hard black plastic shell of a low-flying drone was smashed to pieces and scattered on the ground. Asura's powerful breathing sound rose and fell with the heartbeat in Asura's chest. He turned his sight to the gun in the distance.
students,
The red light in his eyes instantly became dangerous.
"not good!"
Some people were shocked.
A harsh sonic boom erupted from the air, and dust mixed with red mist flew back.
Asura's body has disappeared from where it was,
Like a swift lion, he rushed towards a young freshman hiding in the window of the small building.
Susie stood behind the livid figure, raised her hand with a pale face, and slashed forward. A series of steel-core blades flew out from behind her, suddenly blocking Asura's footsteps.
"Clang clang clang!"
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing was like a symphony, but it was casually pushed aside by Asura's six arms, causing sparks to shoot out.
The lethality of the sword spirit is naturally terrifying. If a hybrid uses it to kill ordinary people, it will undoubtedly be efficient and fatal. Even with a casual wave of the hand, the iron weapon can easily cut through the soft throat, allowing the
Hundreds of people in a whole street were killed on the spot.
But in the face of Asura, the Bronze Throne's defensive physique reveals considerable shortcomings. In the final analysis, the user's own exploration and development of the spirit of speech is not deep enough, and it is not enough to achieve armor-breaking through increased quality and control.
Effect.
On the other side, E Ran looked at the young freshman Asura leaping high and cursed.
When he faced such a terrifying guy,
Only then will you find that it is more intimidating than watching it from a distance before.
The rampant dragon bloodline gave it too many abilities, and the muscles of the six livid arms it wielded were rolled into knots,
Containing shocking energy, the long scarlet tongue spit out from under the green-faced fangs seemed to swallow him whole.
For a moment, the young man with his weak golden eyes was in a trance, as if he was actually standing in a comic space in another world, facing a virtual Rakshasa ghost.
Asura opened his mouth in an astonishing arc, revealing sharp and translucent snow-white barbs, each one as tough and sharp as the teeth of a great white shark.
It almost climbed up to the second floor with mottled walls on hands and knees, and bit down on the man with the Uzi submachine gun. It was so blurry that it even left an afterimage in the irises of people who were screaming for rescue.
"Get away, Arthur!"
A blond girl who knew a boy yelled, stood under a small dead tree filled with garbage, and fired upwards with a submachine gun filled with Frigga bullets.
At this moment, a figure in black jumped up from the wall of the double-story building like a ghost, rushed forward a few steps, and then jumped down again.
He pulled out the Japanese sword from his tennis bag and slashed it hard at the back of Asura, who had slipped through the narrow window and wanted to bite the new man named Arthur to death.
Along the slender silver blade arc, hot flames ignited,
Chu Zihang's golden eyes hidden under his sunglasses were already shining brightly.
Attach the Yanling Jun Yan to Murasame,
It was the latest move he had learned. It was roughly inspired by the orthodox ancient swordsmanship of Rizhao, as well as the secret instruction from someone Li.
Of course, this effect is also very significant. As soon as the long jade steel knife surrounded by flames comes into contact with Asura's back with distinct ribs and bulging backwards, it makes a sizzling sound. It's like red meat being grilled on a charcoal fire.
Asura leaned half of his body into the window, his ferocious head only a palm away from Arthur, and suddenly let out a painful howl. The tip of his scarlet tongue stretched tightly, and the transparent saliva splashed and secreted almost covered the young man's face.
The disgusting smell of fumes almost hit his face, and the new student Arthur immediately bent over and retched.
"Go back."
When he felt sick and uncomfortable, the man's voice was like ice water pouring down on him, calming his whole body.
Only then did Arthur realize that there was someone standing outside the window, stepping on the spot where the monster saw the stick, and talking to him with his head slightly lowered.
"Chu...Chu Zihang."
The young white man with blond hair and curly hair immediately recognized this cold-blooded guy who wore sunglasses and seemed to avoid strangers. In fact, he had received an invitation from the Lion Heart Club in the past few days.
In the same freshman year, others are already the president of the Lion Heart Club, but I am not even a formal member.
Although there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, his movements were not slow at all. He turned over and got up and ran away.
"boom!"
Almost as soon as Arthur left the house, there was a violent explosion behind him.
Everyone saw it. The moment Chu Zihang turned over and jumped off Asura's broad shoulders, a bright red light slowly rose in the dark night, followed by high-temperature air waves roaring in.
That is the authority of gods being exercised in the world, and no one can resist it.
Asura's body hit the carbonized black wall hard, and his six outstretched arms were now covered in scars, curled up like the tentacles of an octopus.
Yan Ling·Jun Yan is like a ball of sun, erupting in silence. Just the ripples it causes makes people's hearts throb.
Asura roared uneasily, and his two uppermost arms clung to the roof of the building, clinging to the wall like an octopus with its suckers.
The young man wearing sunglasses held a long knife in his hand, kicked his foot on the wall, and mercilessly thrust Murasame into the back of Asura's head.
"sorrow!"
A scream as sharp as a child's cry echoed through the night sky, and then stopped abruptly.
"Phew...it's finally over."
Some freshmen couldn't help wiping cold sweat from their foreheads. Encountering such a monster in a war practice class made people fearful for their future dragon-slaying careers.
"I finally understand the significance of Professor Schneider arranging such a class."
There are also students who draw prayer crosses on their chests while speaking with a little piety.
Hybrids walk between sunlight and darkness. When they cannot keep the boundary line, darkness will erode the world step by step.
"Some things just need to be done in the hands of people like us."
An acquaintance patted him on the shoulder and stood side by side with a faint light in his eyes.
At this moment, in the completely darkened slum, more than a dozen pairs of golden eyes shine in different faces, and they stand next to each other.