Zheng He split open a soldier who was the deceased in front of him, and let the blood spill all over his head and face.
This kind of warm blood is his favorite.
Of course, he never mentioned this preference to others, because in the temple, bloodlust was an original sin.
In the past, he didn't have many opportunities to experience this feeling. He could only enjoy it when he executed some heretics.
Yes, he used to be responsible for carrying out capital punishment in the Dawn Temple.
There have been many opportunities for him to leave that position that not many people liked and be promoted to other places, such as being responsible for interrogations, detectives, investigations, etc.
But Zhenghe refused. Everyone thought that he had a firm belief, that he would sacrifice everything for the God of Light, and that he was willing to protect his faith with the knife in his hand.
Only he knows that he can't let go of this addictive hobby.
This attack on the deceased gave him a chance to enjoy his life.
When he was on the periphery before, when he was encircling and suppressing the posthumous tribes, Zheng He felt that it was already paradise, but now it seems that he prefers this kind of siege warfare.
It's interesting to resist, and to resist fiercely.
He raised the long knife in his hand. In the past, Zheng He would never have been interested in this kind of bone knife. Only the posthumous people, a group of backward barbarians, would still be superstitious about bone products when making weapons.
The Temple of Dawn had popularized metal equipment many years ago.
It's just that this knife is different. It is a magically processed weapon based on the life skeleton of a very high-grade undead, with a soft green light shining on it.
These are the weapons brought by those outsiders!
As one of the few seventh-level warriors, Zhenghe knew much more than ordinary warriors. Although in his heart, like everyone else, he was far less interested in going to a new world than those at the core level.
But this does not hinder his love for this kind of luminous weapon.
He got this knife from the posthumous patriarch Gao, and he couldn't put it down after that, even throwing away the high-quality weapon that had been with him for several years.
There is a special feeling when you use this knife to cut a person in half.
"Zhenghe, hurry up!"
An old voice reminded from the side, it was the leader of the sharp knife team, Attendant Nat.
One of the two bright sword guards who stand at the entrance of the temple all year round. He is also one of the most famous masters besides the Holy Father, Holy Daughter and the Three Giants. It is said that he is infinitely close to the eighth level. Maybe after this war, he can
Become a servant of God.
The God's Servant Hall is a place dedicated to those powerful warriors who concentrate on their training.
Of course, it may also be where he goes after failing to compete for the leadership of the three major armies.
Zhenghe knew that for this battle, all members of the God's Servant Hall had been dispatched. Apart from himself and Nat, the other two seventh-level masters came from there.
Zheng He hummed with his throat. Apparently he was not very obedient to Nat's management. He had always thought that being a statue at the entrance of the temple would improve his strength. Only like him, he could see and taste blood from time to time.
Only with a taste of life can you take your strength to the next level.
It was at this time that he saw Ye Zhongming.
It's just that in the first few moments, Zhenghe didn't pay attention to it.
Because when Ye Zhongming appeared, he took off all his equipment and only changed into white-level clothes. He appeared silently and formed a battle formation with some posthumous warriors. He was with a slightly stronger one.
Like a warrior.
Until Zheng Henate and others suddenly noticed that a familiar aura disappeared, and looked around in shock, only to find that this seemingly ordinary man was pulling out a purple sword from the body of the companion whose aura disappeared.
"Who are you!?"
Nat's eyebrows were raised. There were not many seventh-level warriors even in the Dawn Temple.
Ye Zhongming pushed away the seventh-level strong man who had been successfully attacked by him. He smiled at these people and retreated into the crowd without saying anything. The soldiers of the posthumous man immediately covered Ye Zhongming with a sea of people.
"Want to leave?!"
Zhenghe shouted, and chased after him with a knife in hand, but he was blocked by this group of posthumous men. This group of warriors who were only level three or four, and the highest level was only level five, in his opinion, was looking for death. The white level sword in his hand
I dug out a beautiful sword pattern, but the blade stood up for no apparent reason, and I was about to chop it down the next moment.
But a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart. He turned his head suddenly and felt a stream of heat whizzing past him. He immediately remembered a muffled groan behind him.
Zhenghe is very familiar with this sound, which is made when a person dies.
what?!
He only caught a ray of silver light just now.
At this time, a second ray of light appeared unexpectedly from the crowd. It was shot from under the raised arm of a posthumous man, and its target was Nat, whom he didn't like very much.
"House servant, be careful!"
Zhenghe knew that the shout would be delayed before the attack, but he couldn't care less at this time. He really felt threatened by such an attack.
He had already recognized that this was the kind of firearm brought by outsiders, but it was the first time he had seen such a powerful weapon.
Palace Attendant Nat also hid, but his luck was not as good as Zhenghe's. This thing called a bullet grazed his arm, and the bright armor there was broken open, and blood seeped out from inside.
The third shot arrived, and this time the target was not the remaining three level seven masters, but a level six warrior. Unfortunately, this warrior was hit in the forehead and died immediately.
"Cowards, come out and compete face to face!"
In just a few seconds, the sharp knife squad lost two masters, one at level seven and one at level six, as well as one at level five. You must know that the level five warriors who can join the squad have special abilities, and their effects are no less effective than those at level six.
level warrior.
This loss was too great, and it made everyone in the Sharp Knife Team feel chilly in their hearts.
They even more frantically killed the posthumous warriors who were blocking them in front of them, hoping to rush in front of the vicious and insidious outsider and prevent him from continuing to fire this weapon that was close to the god of death.
"This is war."
A voice came softly, which made Zhenghe, who had said the words "face to face" before, extremely depressed.
Yes, if they wanted to face each other face to face, the Dawn Temple did not do it. Didn't they send experts into the royal city, and they came to the city to kill these posthumous people who were obviously weaker than them!
The sound of gunfire continues, and the members of the Sharp Knife Team can now distinguish this sound in the noisy battlefield. However, the bullets are too fast. Although they are prepared, every gunshot almost represents the death of a comrade.
die.
Naturally, they don't understand how terrifying the combination of a green-level sniper rifle and silver bullets, combined with the gun skills of folding the chamber, is.
Except for the three people at level seven, the rest of the people couldn't react when these bullets arrived. It was too fast!