Mishe woke up slowly from his coma, followed by severe pain.

The bridge of the face and the nose was shattered, the flesh was blurred, and the mouth was full of blood.

The right arm was slashed overload and kept twitching. He was temporarily disabled and needed to rest for a long time.

"Huh?" He also saw his left hand being nailed to the ground by his leaf-breaking knife.

The blade pierced through the back of the palm and pierced through the palm.

"Swish!" Mi Xiu pulled out the leaf-breaking knife with his mouth and stood up.

He moved his left hand and found that his fingers were not flexible enough, and the penetration of his palms made him not very quick to use his left hand knife.

"Damn it, why didn't you kill me directly!" Mixiu held the knife in her teeth and looked around.

There was silence in the darkness. He found the flares, pulled a few and threw them everywhere, and found that Huang Ji had disappeared long ago.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Mishe found the healing bandage from the quarantine custody, cleaned the wound, and bandaged the left palm.

Then he washed his lower part and wrapped a circle of bandages around his face.

Then he held a titanium shield in his left hand, held a knife in his mouth, and staggered out of the military guarantor's warehouse.

The left palm is penetrated, the entire arm of the right hand is disabled, and both sides are not suitable for holding the knife, so just use your mouth.

When dealing with Huang Ji, he had realized that small attacks such as knives and bullets were very restrained.

It’s better to use a blunt tool!

For example, a shield only requires the swing of the arms and wrists. The left palm is not flexible now, but it is still no problem to hold a shield.

It can be used as a weapon.

This shield has a large attack range, and even if it is deflected by force, he still has room for operation.

I have to say that Mishe has a strong adaptability.

He walked out the door and found that there was no one at the door, but a fire was lit on the training ground opposite.

There were two charred corpses inside, and Mithur recognized them as Gus and Carter.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Mixiu was confused, and at this time, the voice of Miaosa sounded from the communicator.

"The three of them were killed in full swing, including Herich, Adams, Marco, and they could not be let go!"

Mishe frowned. He had never heard of these people. His target was only one dragon.

He couldn't help asking, "Where is the dragon?"

...

A few minutes ago.

"Setti!"

Yam ran out of the passage with Somi on his back and saw countless people lying on the square.

Even Sethy lay on the ground and gasped with difficulty.

There was only one person left in the field, and that was Bethibu.

He held the door panel with blood on it, ticking down.

"Are you idiots? Why do you have to fight him head-on! Run!" Yam yelled.

Sethy struggled to get up, looking at Hawk who couldn't get bleeding next to him, and sighed, "Yam, why are you back? What about the instructor? Did he successfully escape?"

"Yes, the instructors have all run away, don't drag it here!" Yam looked at everyone and shouted, "Who else can stand up and leave quickly!"

In an instant, more than thirty people stood up on the field.

And at this moment, Bethibu moved and rushed into the crowd like a ferocious beast again.

Only then did Yam realize that many students were not cut to stand up, but once they stood up, Besieb would see them.

At this moment, Bethibu was covered in wounds, his face was covered in blood, and his eyes were red, as if he could no longer see clearly.

He was already fighting by instinct very early on.

In Bethibu's vision, his eyes were blurred, the world was shining with scarlet red, and everyone's details could not be seen clearly, as if they were mosaiced.

When everyone lay on the ground, he didn't know who was still alive and who was dead.

"Ahh!" Sethy rushed up to intercept Bethibu.

Beizeb's attack was also very simple and unpretentious, turning! Waving the two door panels like a big windmill.

His movements were too fast and powerful. No matter what it was, as long as he was still standing, he would kill him!

The only one on the field was Seth. He was killed and could kick Bethibu and add another point to his heavy injury.

"This guy is such a monster!"

Everyone was chopped away by him again, and even Yam and Somi who were coming were smashed to the ground, and Yam's ribs were broken on the spot.

"Fortunately, his weapon is very dull and he is a random whirlwind slash. We will not die as long as we avoid the vital points." Yam coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Nonsense, I've seen it long ago. He's like a combat machine now. But so what? As soon as we stand up, we'll be swept over by the door panel." Sethy said.

Even if Bethibu had a dull knife on his hand, they would sooner or later die of injury.

Yam looked at the surrounding environment and said, "You can still move. Climb into the passage and we escaped from the other side of the base."

Sethy said anxiously: "What should I do if my unconscious brother? Everyone is not dead, but they are too seriously injured."

"If we really want to leave in this state of Bezebub, we would have left long ago!"

Beizeb was one person after all. If a large group of students really wanted to run away and evacuate in all directions, how could he stop him?

The key is that we have to leave together!

Teammates who are missing arms and legs, those who are too injured and unable to move, and those who are directly smashed to coma will all be taken away.

If they wanted to leave them behind, Sethy would have run away long ago.

Obviously, Beizeb knew them well, so he did not finish the attack on the people on the ground.

There were so many people lying on the ground, but he didn't go up to step on his head and smash his neck.

Because he knew that as long as there was a living person here, these people would not be able to leave!

This is the key to him being able to stop eighty people alone.

When no one can stand up again, if you finish the blow, you will all die here.

"We are rebels, we must go together, die together," said Sethy.

Yam frowned, grabbed the seriously injured Somi and crawled towards the passage.

Obviously, he didn't want to be dragged here like Seth and others so foolishly.

Although everyone has a good relationship, there are only one or two of the best ones. Yam knows how to give up. At this time, he should give up on everyone and take away his best Somi.

"Ahhhhhh!" Suddenly, a roar came from a distance.

Everyone lay on the ground and looked at it. Outside the square, on the middle avenue of the college, a fast figure showed an S-shaped running position, and rushed over at a terrifying speed of 100 meters and four seconds.

"That's...Mousa!" Everyone was shocked.

A Beizeb is so terrible. Once the stronger Musa joins, there is no hope at all.

Just when everyone was desperate, they soon discovered that Mousa's destination was not the square.

He seemed to be not at this point at all. He flashed left and right and flipped over the college gate and left the base.

“Eh?”

"Run... ran?"

The students felt it was inexplicable. Is anyone chasing Miao Sa? Judging from his appearance, it seemed like there were a flood of beasts behind him!

"Who? Who beat Mousa away?" The students looked at each other and found that the people who rebeled were here.

From their perspective, I don't remember who Adams was at all.

In their story, this is just a story of a group of students and an instructor resisting.

Now that the students are lying here, they will drive away the people of Miao Sa at this moment. Even if it is impossible, there seems to be only one possibility left: Instructor Long.

"The instructor hasn't left yet! He...he has gone to intercept Mousa!" Sethy said in surprise.

Yam also said in horror: "This is not an interception...Musa was beaten to escape by him!"

How is that possible? Is Instructor Long so powerful?

At this moment, outside the base, Miao Sa leaned against the steel courtyard wall and looked back secretly.

There is no plasma cannon, no movement.

"Huh? Even if you can't aim at me, you must release it. This move cannot be accumulated for too long, and it is even more impossible to take it back."
To be continued...