"Damn it, bastard!..."

The murderous intent that can freeze the heart makes the young Kobayashi regain a trace of self-control. The excessive fear makes his lips tremble and speechless, and also makes him act crazy. ()

"...Damn it! Bastard! Damn it! Damn it!"

He could no longer hear any sound, and could not see the old policeman Yangmu holding him anxiously. He just tried to get rid of all the constraints and rushed towards the root of the terror in front of him.

"... Go to die! Go to die! Go to die! Go to die! Go to die for me-!"

Pulling the trigger frantically, bullets were accompanied by the sound of gunpowder explosion. Under the influence of the muzzle shaking due to fear, the tearing air rushed forward aimlessly, and only three bullets found the correct target.

Human science has developed for hundreds of years to date, and the easiest and most convenient killing weapon has been created, and it is aimed at the target in front of you at a speed that exceeds the sound.

The next moment, you can penetrate the fragile sac and create a huge wound rolling inside your flesh.

This is the only purpose of every copper meatball created, and they have accomplished this goal in hundreds of millions.

Kobayashi's eyes were filled with bloodshot, and she just wanted to smash the fear in her heart with the gun in her hand.

Even when the figure was motionless, he thought he had succeeded.

"Yuan--"

A strange sound exploded before he and the other party.

It’s not that steel penetrates the flesh and blood, smashes the bones, and is accompanied by the brittleness of blood splashing everywhere.

It’s not that steel hits steel, and it doesn’t make any noise.

It's more like the sound of diamond slashing through glass and the grinding wheel sawing out hardwood. It seems indestructible, but it actually collapses at once.

Before Kobayashi understood the meaning of his voice, he felt a pain of violent contraction in his heart.

Then, for the first time, he saw clearly the appearance of the murderer in front of him.

A strong and arrogant face appeared in front of him so close.

Scarlet eyes emit a sense of enjoyment. ()

Kobayashi stretched out his hand weakly, as if he was resisting something, and as if he wanted to keep it. He finally held the long sword stretched out by the murderer, eager to plunder his life.

Warm and wet, the sticky liquid flowed down from his fingers along the blade. ()

He lowered his head in confusion and stared at the tip of the knife that penetrated the thick bulletproof vest and sent it into his heart, and his eyes gradually lost their spirit.

Kobayashi opened her mouth and murmured to say something. The warm gas from her chest was spitting out, and only a hissing sound was made through her throat.

Her legs fell weakly and stood upright with the support of the magic knife. The young policeman let out his last breath and silently ended his life.

"call--"

The satisfied magic knife proudly drew an arc, picked up its prey and pointed it high towards the sky, looking down at its next target with a greedy and covetous gaze.

I just witnessed my colleague dying and fell to the ground, and my pistol fell to the side, and a trembling human in my twitching age was nearly fifty years old.

"Hao—"

The body that had lost its life was discarded by the magic knife without any nostalgia, rolling to the ground and making a dull impact sound.

"Don't, don't kill me, please... I still have children, I don't want to die..."

This is Yang Mu's last words before his death, but this is not something that the murderer will care about. ()

The magic knife excitedly drew a perfect circle in the darkness, and then suddenly shrank to a point.

The next moment, that point will become an irresistible straight line, kissing the beating heart.

Warm, humid, and bloody touch are the pleasure that Magic Knife longs for and expects the most.

Suddenly, the rain falling from the sky broke the expectation of the magic sword.

The raindrops were golden, cast by steel, and they hit the ground and exploded, forming a chaotic storm, raging towards the magic sword.

What's even more terrifying is that he aimed directly at the golden light of the magic sword. As long as a golden light hits, the murderer who slaughtered life will be nailed to the ground and tore it to pieces without leaving any wreckage.

The silver light flashed like a flower blooming, and the magic sword barely danced to create an arc-shaped defense circle that would almost collapse immediately.

The golden sword rain flashed with dazzling light hit the silver defense. After finding it difficult to penetrate, it stopped boringly and fell to the ground to restore its true body.

Unsheathed swords, axes, guns, and all kinds of weapons stand on the ground in the tunnel.

Each handle is decorated with dazzling shinyness, and is more like a ceremonial guard of God than an ordinary weapon. ()

"What are these...?"

Yang Mu, who was born and raised in ordinary people, has never been exposed to such miracles. Faced with such a scene, his eyes were so excited that he was about to suffocate.

"Who dares to destroy my grandfather's interest? Sign up!"

The silver magic sword waved and pointed to the sky. With the long hair curled like a flag of death, the owner of the magic sword looked up angrily.

Above the alley, on the top of the tall buildings, and under the sky, there is only one person proudly independent.

The thick golden, luxurious armor covers the whole body. Under the same golden short hair, the handsome and proud face of the man is even more dazzling than the sun under the dim moonlight.

The burgundy eyes are different from the hungry and crazy scarlet eyes of the owner of the Demon Sword, but are born with a noble and arrogant temperament. At this time, the eyes are staring at the black madman under his eyes with arrogant anger.

"I dare to be disrespectful to me."

This king's claim to be said in this man's mouth was natural, as if it were natural, and even made others who had heard it want to nod and think that it should be. The arrogance that transcends the times made the murderer particularly unhappy.

What is even more hateful is that the golden visitor actually looked down at the murderer on the ground with a more arrogant attitude as if he met a disgusting bug.

His posture made the always arrogant murderer angry to a trembling state.

"Where is the madman, I'm stuck out my neck and died under my knife!"

"Hmph, no matter how arrogant the miscellaneous is, he is still indifferent. How can he know the nobleness of this king!"

From the first glance of each other, both parties can understand that they are incompatible from the root.

The arrogant people hate the nobleness of the noble people from the bottom of their hearts.

The noble ones also hate the ignorance of the arrogant ones from the heart.

All languages ​​are redundant. Both sides who are both warriors choose to destroy each other from the top.

"Go to die—!"

The black murderer jumped up and ran along the upright wall up to a hundred meters high and rushed towards the roof, counterattacking the man at a height.

"Hmph, the arrogant miscellaneous. Since you don't know how to kneel down and beg for mercy, then give your life to please me."

Accompanied by the cold declaration, guns and swords flew in the air together.

Six golden weapons appeared behind people, dragging Liuli's dazzling light and shadow to fight against the murderer.

The long sword flashing with silver moonlight danced with black figures. The man and the knife were misaligned and two dazzling spears flashed by. The silver light flew away the long halberd, hook spear, heavy sword, and the figure jumped up and landed on the opposite wall and continued to move forward, avoiding the last blade.

I missed the enemy's weapons and hit the ground and walls, and the violent explosion brought up a lot of dust, blocking Yangmu's view, who was lying on the ground and looking up. I saw three golden lights swaying from the dust and flying backwards backwards back into the sky.

The warriors rushing into the sky, the king of manipulating gorgeous weapons.

The heroes that only appear in the epic actually appear in front of ordinary humans so truly. They are afraid, trembling, and worship from the bottom of their hearts, admiring such a powerful hero.

He looked up at the dusty sky, looking for the golden light that penetrated the darkness until the sound of explosion sounded in his ears again.

Yangmu finally remembered that he had to leave here immediately, but he was surprised to find that he could not raise the strength to escape.

On the ground that lost its original form, he lowered his head and saw blood flowing all over the ground mixing and agglomerating in the dust.

This blood not only includes strangers, colleagues, but also his own.

What happened to this world...
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