Marceau dragged the injured young son group member with his left hand and a musket in his right hand. While dragging the net, he kept shooting at the depths of the net with the guy in his hand.

At the beginning, a small group of young sons followed him, and these brave and fearless teenagers stayed with Marceau during the previous cover retreat, and attracted the attention of the new Edens in the subsequent battle.

At that time, in addition to a small team of the Young Son Group, there was only an independent real Young Son Team, a team of grassland elves and two seriously injured cats. Marceau could no longer let these little guys go up and fight to the death. Even if he was destined to die in the Internet, he could not be a coward, because death is not scary, what is terrible is that he is afraid of death psychologically.

Now, there are only the last young son group members. The young man is seriously injured. Blood is flowing out of his abdominal wound uncontrollably, and his hands no longer have the strength to cover the wound.

His consciousness was already blurred. When Marceau finished firing the bullets in the revolver musket, rolled the musket with his tail, and started loading with his hands, he seemed to have woken up again.

"...you go quickly..."

"Don't be stupid, I'll take you out of this ghost place."

Marceau grabbed the dead pin on the back of his chest plate armor with force and dragged him desperately.

"Everyone is dead, it's my turn..." The internet was a little dim, but Marceau could still see the glory in his eyes: "Commander, if you are alone, you will definitely escape."

Then Marceau heard the sound of the grenade safety pin being pulled open, and also saw his movement of putting the grenade on his chest.

"Diet here, your role is over."

"But at least we are not ashamed of the battle flag of the Sarlock villagers. My grandfather served the war group in the first time he opened up... My family has never done evil things in this world... Now it's my turn to pay for this world..." The young man stopped breathing before he finished speaking, and Marceau finally helped him turn around.

The grenade pressed under him might not deceive the fooled new Edens, but at least it could prevent them from reusing his body.

Marceau pulled out the double-barrel shotgun from behind, and the quick loader in his belt was ready. Listening to the roars of the ghouls coming from behind, watching them appear continuously under the reflection of the flares they were throwing out, Marceau finally took a deep breath.

Whether it is a shaman or a sage, they are all very good at scolding the dead.

In the first second, a scream came from Marceau's mouth.

The second second, the zombies and demons who had already pounced on him spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes in an instant.

In the third second, the burn visible to the naked eye spread through the network, further and further away until the end.

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"The sound wave beam receiver heard a high wave coming from the front." Anne, who was walking in the net in silence, stopped and released the collar of the new Eden in her hand. The arcane pulley eyeballs on the full-cover heavy helmet emitted scarlet light.

In the Arcane headphones, Boonetani's affirmation came: "The sound spectrum confirmed that it was the cat man's voice, the wavelength confirmed that it was the undead's rebuke. The list of kitten men who went down the Internet with Marceau confirmed a Paladin, with a 50% chance, Anne."

"Let's go and see." After saying that, the girl who was walking forward pulled out her power hammer from the chest and abdomen of the New Eden on the side of the Internet, swung it hard, and threw the blood away, smashing the New Eden who was pretending to be dead on the side into two sections.

Walking through a pile of corpses, Anne took out a rotary shotgun from her waist. This huge musket was only possible to be used safely with power like her. She pointed it at the girl screaming in a pool of blood. Anne, who was a peer, hesitated for a moment, and Boonetani, who shared the vision through the arcane pulley eyeball, came from the arcane headphones: "What's wrong, do you care about the jade, Anne."

"No, I'm curious. Since I'm so timid, why should I join the New Eden? I can't face the killing, but I have to enter the Internet again... It's just because I have a boyfriend in front of me, can I be fearless?" Looking at the man who was sitting next to her and leaning against the earth wall of the Internet, Anne shook her head: "So stupid."

"What do you think, my sister," Boonetani asked.

"My father said that things should be reasonable; mother said that people should be polite; while Master said that there is only one right way..." At this point, Anne pulled the trigger: "And Marceau always said that the way is different, and he will not plan for each other."

"Yes, my sister, our way is different from the way these guys...at least in this world."

Carrying the power hammer onto his shoulders, Anne walked over the flesh-covered net and said, "We and them are opponents, enemies in this world, enemies who do not need to show mercy and love. If someone hurts Marceau, I will peel them, suck their tendons, and break every bone in their body."

"Uh, let's not mention whether someone hurt Marceau. When did you start thinking this way? Is it too violent?" Boonetani asked with a dry smile.

"When I was in the first grade of kindergarten, Marceau had just started school. Because he was a lame mixed-race child, his peers always bullied him. I had fought with the boys in the class for him." When talking about this past event, Annie's mood improved a little, while Boonetani in the headphones was full of curiosity: "How is the result?"

"Everyone had to choose the dentures my uncle made for them before changing their teeth." Annie snorted with satisfaction.

It was a brilliant victory. Anne of the powerful Thuringian family protected her weak and helpless partner. Although she had her uncle had a whole week of dentures, victory was victory!

Thinking of this, Anne waved the war hammer in her hand and smashed the demon who rushed in front of her. She waved her way without even breathing, embellishing the zombie that followed her into a flesh-and-blooded landscape in the network.

After walking along the Internet for a while, passing through two forks, Annie finally stopped and looked at the flesh-and-blooded cat in front of her, Annie was a little confused: "Where is our guest."

"On another network, Anne, where is your face." Marceau asked in front of him.

"I haven't confirmed your authenticity yet." Anne shook the warhammer in her hand.

So the cat forked his waist: "You are covered in blood, I thought where did you come from the Evil God champion? OK, if you want evidence and I remember correctly, you are bear pants today, right?"

"Yes." Annie laughed, and then instantly launched a romantic ninth level magic - dedicated to cats, tail breaks, front and reverse spiral kills.

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Bounettani couldn't help but sigh as he heard the cat screaming from his headphones.

Why is this kitten man so powerful in his ability to commit suicide?
Chapter completed!