Angers ran wildly across the courtyard. Menech, who was on guard, shouted to him, but Angers did not stop and look back.
Meineke understood how urgent the situation was. He turned around and shouted, "Chief and Tiger, come up the mountain with me! Shanyan, take the rest of the people to guard the entrance of the wine cellar! Get your rifles ready! Soot and your gun."
Boru cannon!"
A burly black man and a muscular Indian immediately approached Meineke. Both the chief and Tiger were members of the "Lion Heart Society", and Meineke's development of members was never limited to racial groups.
Tiger threw a shotgun to the chief and held one himself. They were both extremely agile shooters.
"Chief" is the son of an African tribal chief. He was sent to England by his father to study. He once hunted lions on the African grasslands, while Tiger is a young nobleman from a large country. Like the chief, he likes guns and other new weapons.
Tiger hunting in Indian jungle.
Lu Shanyan took a deep breath and pulled out his large-caliber revolver.
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Angers kicked open the cellar door and rushed in, the folding knife sliding into his palm.
He jumped forward on the wooden stairs that were in disrepair and felt that the entire staircase was crumbling.
He decided to first cut off all the blood vessels of the specimen and completely cut the heart into pieces, and then use the RDX bomb, which was a new invention two years ago and the most powerful bomb ever invented by mankind. No matter what biological tissue it is, it will be completely destroyed.
The footsteps of Meneke and the others were chasing him not far behind. This made Angers feel that the cooperation between the members of the "Lion Heart Society" has always been reliable, and Meneke also brought the weapon that was enough to turn the tide of the battle.
Atkan Long Knife.
Now he only hopes that those Chinese magic weapons can still be used after thousands of years. In the secret party's knowledge system, magic weapons are alchemical weapons, and some alchemical weapons will lose effectiveness over time.
"Modler!" He stepped into the makeshift anatomy room in the wine cellar.
He suddenly stood still and fell into absolute silence. The folding knife, which was only 20 centimeters long, slowly hung down by his side. The posture was like those Japanese folding knives that are over 100 centimeters long.
He stopped breathing, his racing heart slowed down rapidly, he lowered his head and looked at the blood flowing underground, and focused all his attention on his hearing.
He didn't want everything in front of him to affect his judgment, and he had to remain absolutely calm.
He is the only living person here. Hot plasma is flowing on the white curtain surrounding the autopsy table. There are also sticky blood drops slowly falling from the ceiling of the cellar. The sketch records and medical gowns scattered on the floor have turned into
Blood red, those body fragments make people dare not associate them with humans.
The gas lamp was still on, illuminating the fine steel dissecting table among the blood-red curtains, but Angers knew that it was empty.
Angers knew that the enemy was still here, hiding in some undetectable corner. Behind Angers was the only exit, and he had to guard the exit until Menech and the others came to support.
If he can still live until then.
"Meinek, stand at the top of the stairs, don't move!" Angers' voice came from the dark corridor, so calm that it made people shudder.
Menech, who was running wildly, realized how serious this warning was. He knew exactly what kind of person Angers was, a self-proclaimed elite who rarely smiled and never joked.
He suddenly stopped and shook off the scabbard of the Atkan sword with a wave of his hand. The blade shimmered with a faint blue light in the darkness.
He did not follow Angers' warning and slowly approached the deepest part of the wine cellar. The two shotguns of the chief and the tiger established complete protection for him on the left and right.
He did not want to sacrifice Angers as his partner, and he also understood that it was not something that any of them could handle alone.
Cold sweat broke out on Ange's forehead. He heard Menech's footsteps getting closer, but he felt no joy.
He knew that he was already standing in a trap, a trap for beasts to capture humans. The enemy was waiting for Menech and his companions to arrive so that he could hunt them all at once.
Angers could feel a terrifying aura gradually approaching him, but he could not tell the direction. The strange aura was like an invisible ghost pacing around him. Angers did not dare to turn his eyes. At this time, he could
It’s not your eyes that you trust, but your hearing and innate sense.
Meineke was less than ten meters away from the door, but Angers could no longer remind him. The string between him and the invisible opponent had been stretched to the limit, and he was almost crushed.
A certain nerve in his brain jumped slightly. He reached out and took out the silver nameplate from the pocket of his windbreaker. He threw it into the sky and shouted in extremely non-standard Chinese: "Five thunder generals, train generals, soaring to the sky."
The earth drives thunder and rushes to the clouds, with tens of thousands of troops, commanding the divine soldiers, raising flags and summoning urgently, without stopping. The urgency is like a law or order!"
He entered Cambridge at the age of fourteen and amazed the professors because of his terrible memory. He had never learned any Chinese, but he only heard Lu Shanyan recite the Opening the Flag Mantra once, and he could recite it completely.
The silver nameplate vibrated in the air, as if a strong light flashed like a gas lamp, and countless phantoms escaped in an instant. It was an ancient Chinese team galloping forward, pressing down on Ange through the space.
In a short moment, Ange's keen hearing distinguished the strange breathing sound directly behind him.
Angers guessed correctly. According to them, the silver medal was an alchemy tool. The person who made it was undoubtedly a mentally strong Chinese. He sealed his spirit into the metal and used language to activate it.
The word spirit spell binding used by people is similar.
Angers turned it on, and the spirit in the silver medal spurted out, instantly suppressing the enemy and letting him show his weakness.
Ange turned around and waved the folding knife to cut diagonally, which was "reverse cassock".
Angers indeed learned the art of swordsmanship from a Japanese diplomat. The "reverse cassock" of the Japanese sword was a sharp and fierce left oblique cut, which was difficult to defend. Angers risked spraining his arm and slashed with all his strength.
Sparks flew from the blade of the folding knife, and Angers saw his enemy clearly, the expressionless Chinese boy. His hands were covered with iron-green scales, as hard as cold-forged steel. Angers missed.
The Chinese boy looked at Angers silently, his eyes shining as brightly as gold. His face was as fair and gentle as white jade, but stained with scarlet blood.
The scales on the back of his hand opened and then closed, trapping Ange's folding knife inside.
"Megnac!" Angers shouted.
Meineke's figure flashed at the door.
But he was stunned for a moment. The enemy he saw was beyond his expectation. He originally thought there would be a ferocious beast there, but the boy facing Angers looked younger and more immature than Angers.
The boy was naked. Except for the terrifying green scales on the back of his hands, his whole body was just like a normal person. He even had a sacred aura, as if the Holy Son had emerged from the bath.
"Shoot!" Angers stretched out his hand to catch the silver medal in the air and slapped the boy on the forehead hard.
He knew that it would be difficult for him to escape if the chief and the tiger fired, and the shotgun would be powerful enough to break both him and the boy into pieces, but he knew better than anyone how powerful this opponent was. They did not care about sacrifice, if necessary.
The chief and the tiger reached an agreement with him with their eyes. The tiger squatted down and the chief stood upright and fired at the same time.
In this way, the cone-shaped barrage of silver sand emitted by the two shotguns covered Angers and the boy from top to bottom. There was no blind spot, and no creature could escape such a barrage.
After the fire, Angers was surprised to find that he was not dead. The dark bone wings spread out behind the boy, wrapping himself and Angers like a cage of bones.
The boy's back was dripping with blood, and the pair of wings came out from the skin, which was the fan-shaped skeleton structure hidden behind the back. The silver sand was embedded in the exposed bones, giving off a dazzling shimmer.
The boy let out a painful howl. The sound was not human at all, nor was it shrill or sorrowful. It was as if sharp thorns were poking at the eardrums.
He suddenly opened his bone wings, and the huge force shook all the silver sand away. The bones spread out to their full extent, and the boy who looked up to the sky and roared his filial piety looked like the awakening of a fallen angel in an ancient book.
"Is this the power of the first generation?" Angers said.
These were his last words. The boy's arm hit his chest with enough force to tear steel, breaking all the ribs on one side.
Angers fell down, thinking that Modler said that the structure of the joint was like the connecting rod of a steam engine, capable of producing unparalleled power. Now all this was confirmed.
"Meniek, get up! Get up! Shoot him at the door!" the chief shouted.
He and Tiger had already filled the shotguns with new explosives, but they also knew that the weapons in their hands could not inflict fatal damage to the enemy. They needed a more powerful weapon, the silver-tipped Kreppu cannon controlled by Soot.
Meineke turned around and ran wildly. He knew the cost of the Chief and Tiger's cover, but he could not hesitate.
Angers is dead, and they will pay a heavier price. As long as they can kill this first-generation species here, they made this mistake and must eliminate it now, otherwise tomorrow this secret that has been buried for thousands of years will be revealed.
The whole world knows that it will be a catastrophe.
He rushed out of the wine cellar and was about to lock the five-centimetre-thick iron door, which was specially built by his father because there were gunpowder weapons buried in the wine cellar and the door was so strong that even explosives could not blow it open.
"Wait!" A girl shouted and rushed over, and then a boy fell from the sky. Meineke was stunned for a moment.
""Yan Ling·Junyan"!" Chu Zihang instantly activated his blood burst, and opened and closed his lips quickly to recite the dragon inscription, "Xia Mi!"
"I know!" Xia Mi hugged his waist from behind with both hands.
The Chinese boy seemed a little confused when he saw Xia Mi, and his movements towards the chief and the tiger slowed down.
Meineke took the opportunity to rush forward and pull the tiger and the chief out of the cellar. He had already lost Angers, and he did not want to lose two other friends.
The glimmer of light flickered from between Chu Zihang's eyebrows and expanded at an extremely fast speed. A transparent field visible to the naked eye enveloped him and Xia Mi!
At the same time, another realm of speech spirits spread around them, and the shrieking and harsh wind filled their ears.
Chu Zihang took a deep breath and pushed Jun Yan again. The field reached its maximum. The light flowing on the surface of the field changed from dark red to blood red, became brighter and brighter, and finally became as dazzling as the sun.
Power beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding gathered above their heads. This was supernatural power.
This time, Jun Yan was not the previous explosion, but dead silent, burning silently. The silence contained a heart-wrenching power, and finally all this power merged into the realm of wind.
The extremely high temperature flames, controlled by strong winds, form a rare spectacle in nature - a flame tornado!
The swaying fire snake in the center of the hurricane twisted and rose into the air, becoming more and more violent in the process, and finally transformed from a snake into a dragon. The fire dragon with scorching eyes roared and swept towards the figure of the Chinese boy!
Xia Mi hugged Chu Zihang and stood at the door of the cellar. The strong wind was blowing their clothes, and the boy's golden eyes reflected the scorching light and the city-burning flames.
The air was ignited and filled with an increasingly dense burning smell.
The fire tornado, perfectly combined with the two-word spirit, swept like an awl under Xia Mi's control towards the Chinese boy who was standing quietly.
This power has surpassed the simple monarch flame. Whether it is the lethality or the range, it is the highest that Chu Zihang has ever seen, and it is also their strongest move. Even the monarch flame released by Constantine that night was
Not as good as the fire tornado at this moment!
but……
The huge fire tornado was wiped away by some force when it came within two meters of the opponent!
Neither the sharp wind nor the hot flames can break through the invisible barrier, which is the sacred and inviolable absolute spiritual realm. The fire tornado hit the boundary of this realm head-on, like a moth to the flame, struggling continuously.
It disappeared into ashes in no time.
"This is the King of Sky and Wind..." Xia Mi's almost moaning voice sounded in Chu Zihang's ears.
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"Don't bomb him! Bomb the cellar door!" Tiger suddenly shouted in English.
"Brother, let's do it again!" Xia Mi naturally understood English. She no longer concealed her power. The Wind King's Child released the Dragon King's power and took her and Chu Zihang to fly up and float in mid-air.
Without any hesitation, Chu Zihang activated the second burst of blood, and his body showed the characteristics of dragon transformation.
"break!"
"Yan Ling·Jun Yan" was released in just one word.
The fire tornado breaks out again, and the target is...the cellar door!
Until the cellar door and the wall above were blown down, completely blocking the cellar, the dragon still didn't take any action and just stood there, watching Xia Mi.
"What...?" Meineke gasped and asked in English.
"We don't have time to talk so much." Chu Zihang looked sternly, "We are also members of the secret party. Hurry up and ask your people to set up defenses. This won't stop him for long."
Angers...but there was no time to be sad. He wiped his face and wiped away the rain and tears on his face.
Lu Shanyan stood in front of him and understood everything from his eyes.
The Chinese official nodded firmly to Meniek and motioned for Meniek to move away from the door. He stood in the drizzle with a big mouthful of revolver, shook his head and threw away the gentleman's hat. The long black hair
The top of the braid is tied with a red rope, flying wildly in the night wind.
"We'll stay too." Chu Zihang switched to Chinese.
Lu Shanyan was silent. Although he didn't know where so many members of the secret party appeared from, their determination to stay and accompany him to death could explain everything.