The boy's words blurted out, followed by the deafening sound of the door breaking.
He came with a strong wind, and the sound of metal clashing resounded on the battlefield, like a piece of music inserted at an inappropriate time, completely disrupting the rhythm of the field.
The door to the basement was forcibly broken open, and the rush of air rushing from inside passed by the bewildered scavengers.
They could only feel a gust of wind blowing across their cheeks, and then the blade cut off their necks like silk, effectively taking away their lives.
The heads of the scavengers armed with heavy weapons such as grenade launchers and rocket launchers were ruthlessly cut off, and the weapons that could turn the tide of the battle were kicked away by the young man and flew to an unknown destination with a snap.
[Ru Mao Drinks Blood], three levels of activation!
Lin Mo waved the black unicorn mercilessly. In his eyes, he felt like he had walked into his own garden and picked flowers from the flowerbed wantonly. Every time he picked a flower, he would hold it tightly in his hand and hold the petals in his hand.
It fell from the hand, and the miserable and withered beauty stayed in front of my eyes.
But in the eyes of the scavengers, they could only see a phantom that was too fast to catch, wandering everywhere, killing their companions behind various bunkers, and the blood sprayed like a rain of blood in the sky.
The scarlet liquid stained the walls, floor and debris like a splash-ink painting, creating a Shura-like hell scene.
The scavengers were terrified, but there was nothing they could do.
Since the invention of Si'an Westan, the limit of individual combat capabilities has also made a qualitative leap.
Countless soldiers, agents and mercenaries have to admit that there will only be two types of people left on any battlefield in the world.
One is for people who have not had this type of prosthetic implanted, and the other is for people who have been implanted with this type of prosthetic body.
The ravine and abyss between the two is the force called time.
The battle situation was instantly chaotic. The Scavengers relied on their large numbers and sufficient firepower to still be able to deal with the four Manns.
But now there is an erratic and deadly ghost appearing behind them. No matter how strong their psychological quality is, they will inevitably cause chaos.
Some of the scavengers turned their guns and tried to cover and hinder this ghostly figure with firepower.
I have to say that their method really worked. Even Lin Mo, who had activated Si'an Westan, did not dare to enter the dense firepower network.
Even at this moment, there were inevitably a few more bullet holes on his body. Fortunately, he had partial [subcutaneous nanometer long-chain polymer armor] implanted in important parts of his body, so these injuries were not too serious.
The nano-healing robot in his body was also rapidly helping him heal his wounds, and the bullet shells were automatically squeezed out of the wounds without him even having to do anything.
With the blessing of [Ru Mao Drinks Blood], he can reach a speed of 40 kilometers per hour in the domain of Si'an Westan.
Even so, there was still a long way to go before the muzzle velocity of the bullet came out of the barrel. He used some bunkers on the road to avoid being covered by the fire net.
And this also gave Mann and others an opportunity on the battlefield ahead.
Rebecca and Dolio walked out of the guardroom where they were hiding. The firearms in their hands were replaced with new magazines. They spit out scorching tongues of fire and killed one of the scavengers who had a great reputation.
Mann also ran out in time, grinning boldly, holding up a grenade in his hand to show respect, and thanking the old scavengers for the "bullet" gift.
The small grenade fell into the factory building. The moment it exploded, all the accumulated debris and the hiding scavengers were blown away. The disintegrated flesh and blood was filled with the burning smell of gunpowder smoke.
Lin Mo, who was hiding behind a bunker, was breathing rapidly. He opened his pocket, rummaged for a while, and finally found a tube of light yellow liquid medicine.
He took out the pneumatic syringe and threw away the empty medicine tube. He replaced it with a new medicine and inserted it into his arm.
Ever since Xu Wanxue returned the private base in the garage to him, Lin Mo also found a lot of good things in it.
Like before, the treatment medicines he used were at best some quick hemostasis and other recovery medicines, which were also quite expensive, but the next level of top-level treatment medicines could no longer be bought with money.
He is very rich, and the total amount of pocket money Xu Wanxue has given him to this day may not be as much as one percent of his current net worth.
Xu Wanxue gave him the capital to start, but no matter how much pocket money he had, it was impossible to sustain his current squandering. Over the years, with the help of the simulator, he had to earn enough money even though he was as stupid as a pig.
But it is absolutely impossible for a little kid to have such a huge amount of funds. In order to cover up other people's eyes and various factors, and he has no connections, he rarely has the opportunity to spend such a large amount of money.
Fortunately, his elder sister purchased a batch of top-quality goods for him through the company, which solved Lin Mo's urgent need.
The moment he stepped into the small warehouse, he saw boxes of first aid kits that had been stored at low temperatures and had a big red cross written on the outer shell.
Opening the cover, the dense smoke-like cold air came out, and what came into view was the latest therapeutic injection on the market prepared by Xu Wanxue for him.
The areas covered by those therapeutic drugs include but are not limited to first-aid hemostasis, detoxification, neurostimulants, analgesic and anesthetic drugs, etc.
What he is taking out now is a combat stimulant to replenish combat consumption and stimulate the body.
After injecting the medicinal liquid into his body, Lin Mo could feel the long-lost energy pouring into him again.
His whole body was like a powered machine that had been filled with gasoline. Even his arms, which were a little sore from cutting too many people, were relieved at this time.
Take a deep breath, bulge your arm muscles, hold the black unicorn tightly in your hand, and whisper the secret words in your mind.
Si'an Westan has been opened for countless times!
A gust of wind passed by, and he disappeared on the spot. The scavenger's shrill cry sounded again not far away, but there was no sound of the blade slicing through the flesh.
When the knife is as fast as thunder, the sound of cutting flesh must be slightly slower than the speed of his swing!
In the time-slowing realm created by Si'an Westan, Lin Mo once again felt the terrifying improvement brought by skill expertise.
[Heart is like still water, moving like thunder] The eight characters represent not only the superficial meaning of the words, but also the true state of mind and speed.
Lin Mo originally thought that the expertise would only give him a simple hard-core improvement, just like [Ru Mao Drinks Blood], killing one person would give you a 10% speed increase.
But the expertise [Heart is as still as water, and moves like thunder] allowed him to clearly see his cognitive errors.
Whenever he enters the slow state of Si'an Westan, Lin Mo can feel that his state of mind has truly become like a motionless water surface. When holding a sword in his hand, he can always burst out at unprecedented speeds in this state of mind.
, swing the sword as fast as thunder!
The effect of this speed is that no matter what is in front of him, the moment he swings the knife, it is destined that the thing in front of him will be broken!
Even Brutus's alloy claws were broken into several holes by his slashes.
Lin Mo doesn't know what the upper limit of this kind of damage is.
However, it can increase the sword damage by 100%. There are probably not many things in the world that can withstand his sword blow.
No matter how many prosthetics are implanted in these scavengers, or what level of skin armor they have under their skin, they are all easily cut off like a lump of butter in the face of the black unicorn's sharp sword.
The battle situation has also come to an end.
As our own manpower gradually decreased, the scavengers' front also began to disintegrate and collapse.
When they had enough manpower, they were no match for these people. Now that their own personnel were being slaughtered like pigs and dogs, the remaining scavengers' psychological defenses collapsed faster than their actual defenses.
People began to run away, but the ghosts chasing them were many times faster than them, and the four-person team in front of them firmly blocked the factory gate.
The entire factory area has become a "slaughterhouse" in another sense, and a drama of eagles catching chickens is staged.
However, there will no longer be hens protecting chicks in this game. These hyenas, who used to be arrogant and would hold parties to celebrate when they catch enough prey, tasted the pain of despair for the first time.
When the boy cut off the head of the last person, it also announced the end of the incident.
The last knife was swung and the last person's head was cut off. His body was stained with the blood of an unknown number of people. It was as if he had taken a bath in a pool of blood and then walked out. His whole body had become sticky.
of blood.
But the black unicorn is still bright, and the glistening blade is as smooth as a mirror. The blood has not stained it. It is hard to imagine that this is a samurai sword that has cut down countless people. The blade is sharp and there is no trace of curling.
.
The moon was gradually covered by dark clouds, and the silvery land began to show its dark color. The young man stood on the empty ground, surrounded by dead bodies. His posture was upright, and he sheathed his sword slowly, as if
Completing some kind of solemn ceremony.
When the black unicorn was completely sheathed, the moon was completely covered by dark clouds.
He was bathed in blood, with blood stains on his body. There was no enemy standing anywhere he could see. The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the young man hid in the shadows, but it was more like the light did not want to shine on this sinner.