On a cold windy morning, the mercenaries silently checked their equipment. From a distance, a lonely figure came against the wind and sand.
"Alone?" the leading mercenary asked in a deep voice.
"one person."
"That's fine."
The town of Holy Cross, the largest castle, is also where the church is located. It is said that this majestic building complex was originally a film base before the crisis of civilization. Not only is the scenery unique, but there are also various mechanisms and secret passages used for filming.
If you are traveling, then this huge building is undoubtedly a good place and well worth the adventure. However, now it is a place where people are dying.
"We're late." Sieg stared at the bitten corpse at the door, his expression extremely ugly.
"Coming here last night may not be a good thing." Dongchen swept the body aside, and the dark blood made a long stain, as if it foreshadowed something.
The mercenaries did not draw their swords, they drew their guns. Now there is no need to save energy. The only way to survive is to have tomorrow.
Even though it is often cleaned, the erosion of years of wind and sand has still stained this majestic building with the traces of time.
The mercenaries stepped on the sand and dust, leaving behind lines of footprints.
Dongchen held the sword and spread the killing energy all over his body, slowly becoming active. The soul energy pouring out from the depths of his head flowed down and mixed with the killing energy. The blood was red with grayish white, which looked quite good.
Weird. The mercenaries instinctively stayed away from him.
Unknowingly, Dongchen walked to the front of the team.
A relief sculpture used as a decoration fell from the air without any warning. The nervous mercenaries raised their guns in an instant, and the intense energy flow swept away large swaths of sand and stones. The relief sculptures that were not very strong fell one after another.
, hit the ground and broke into pieces.
A half-broken angel's head rolled to her feet. Dongchen looked at her broken and charming face and felt an indescribable strange feeling.
The mercenaries' gunfire stopped, and their faces turned a little red. As soldiers who have been fighting for a long time, it is really embarrassing to do such a misfire. But you can't blame them, the unknown is scary. What's more,
, the monsters that suddenly appeared are more numerous than bugs.
No one wants to get hurt, because injury means death.
The dreary atmosphere and fatal pressure. The mercenaries can still fight, which is already good.
Dust floated around.
Suddenly, a mercenary standing outside flew out.
He opened his mouth in horror, and raised the muzzle of his gun high to sweep towards the sky.
An illusory figure appeared next to the mercenary, a full moon-like brilliance flashed, and the mercenary fell down in mid-air.
Sieg pulled open his collar and felt that his throat felt dry and cold sweat poured out of his pores.
As soon as he reacted to what happened suddenly, he saw a strange figure rushing out before him.
The figure held a narrow sword burning with dark red flames in its hand.
It dances like the moonlight in the sky.
This is the third time Qie Ge has seen Dong Chen take action. He already knew that Dong Chen was very strong, but he didn’t expect that Dong Chen would be so strong. Maybe Dong Chen’s attack power is not strong. But this kind of reaction speed,
And the movement speed is enough. In the end of the world, being one step ahead means that you can live longer than others.
Isn't there a saying that says, it doesn't matter if I can't outrun the tiger, as long as I can outrun you.
The mercenaries looked at Dongchen with complicated expressions.
Dongchen ignored them and stared at the rescued mercenary.
This is a middle-aged black man. He has white teeth and always likes to hang around the female mercenaries. His big protruding eyes are always shining with a searching light. Now, these eyes no longer have the fun of the past.
and don't care.
He looked at Dongchen, a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and then it turned into helplessness, and there was something inexplicable about it.
"Kill me." He slowly pulled off a dark red, rope-like tail from his neck. The voice of the middle-aged black mercenary was filled with endless bitterness and unwillingness. Everyone noticed that there was a piece of dark red tail on his neck.
of injury.
The rope-like tail was sinisterly barbed, and there was a circle of blood on the black mercenary's neck.
Dongchen kicked the gun he dropped on the ground: "Like a man, don't give up until the last moment."
The black man climbed up with his gun in hand and took two steps forward. He found that his former partners had wary eyes, and that fearful and worried look deeply hurt him.
"I will stand at the front of the team and fight until the last moment. If...something happens to me..." The black man looked at Dongchen and said firmly: "Kill me."
Selfless dedication? Or something else?
No one could understand what the black mercenary was thinking. In order to break the bad atmosphere, Sieg changed the subject: "What was that thing just now?"
The mercenaries looked at Dongchen first, and then at the black man, inevitably dodging when looking at the latter.
"I don't know." The black man shook his head with a weird smile on his face. He didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or something else.
The mercenaries turned their attention back.
"The reptile, the dust was too heavy, and I couldn't see it very clearly. It escaped from the wall in the end." Dongchen pointed at a few unclear marks that gradually disappeared in the wind.
The mercenaries stared at them with wide eyes, and then looked at the walls everywhere around them. Their faces were so dark.
"What are you afraid of? I'm here to support you."
The black man picked up his gun like a hero and strode forward to the front of the team: "Beasts, you guys are here, if you have the guts, come out and challenge us!"
It was a completely neurotic speech. The mercenaries looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally turned their attention to Sieg.
Sieg looked at Dongchen, showing respect for the strong.
"We are looking for the steering wheel, there is no way out." Dongchen gave the answer calmly.
The team continues to set off.
The black people walked far ahead, shouting or humming a few strange tunes from time to time.
As time passed, his steps gradually became weak, his steps were swaying, the muzzle of the gun was pointed downward, and he was holding it weakly with one hand.
The mercenaries looked at him, watching him cover his neck and slowly turn around.
"Kill...kill...me..."
Gunshots rang out.
Energy flows roaring by.
The black man fell down, his pale and bloodshot eyes staring at his former companions until his death, frantically filled with gratitude.
The mercenaries were silent, the wind and sand blew their clothes, and the dust and mud that scratched their legs and wrists bit by bit covered the blood shed by the black mercenaries.
Dongchen shook his head and took the lead to walk forward.
The mercenaries followed one after another, stopping briefly when passing by the black man's body and sending blessings in their own way.
Sieg walked at the end, gently caressing the black mercenary's eyes, "Brother, go on well."