The two of them felt the tension in the air at the same time.

They turned their heads.

I saw the companion behind Huaiya: a man wearing half a silver mask and metal prosthetics - he was shaking.

Rolf's eyes were red with Sui Feng's ghost fixing a broken hand on his body, and he stared at the blond vigilance officer, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

He touched his throat with difficulty, and then suddenly let go of his hand as if he had been burned.

Soon, Rolf's eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

Cohen squinted his eyes in confusion, looking at this strange short-haired silver-faced man. His eyes glanced at his lower body, which was covered by clothes, but he could still hear the prosthetic limbs. He scratched his head.

Why are you looking at me like this?

Do we have any grudge?

"Excuse me," facing the extremely unkind gaze of the other party, the security officer asked cautiously and confusedly: "Have we met?"

Cohen soon no longer had any doubts.

The next second, Rolf waved his right hand coldly, and a hidden sword popped out from his arm!

Looking at the familiar hidden sword, Cohen's eyes tightened.

A memory from not long ago flashed through my mind.

It was that night.

Sword of Disaster, Gulaton.

The girl with two swords.

he himself.

as well as……

The security officer frowned, leaned down and put his hand on his sword.

Miranda and Wyatt were both stunned, looking at the two people at war with each other in confusion.

"So you're not dead yet, old friend from Red Square Street," Cohen took a half-step back vigilantly, his eyes like swords and his tone cold:

"The scum of the Blood Bottle Gang."

The expression on the half of Rolf's face outside the mask became increasingly ugly. He made a deep guttural sound and clenched his fists tighter and tighter.

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The sound of rustling flesh and blood came from everywhere.

Like millions of snakes swimming wildly in all directions.

How many threats, how many enemies, how many dangers do these friction sounds portend?

Amidst the strange rustling sounds, Nicolai, who was under the dilapidated roof, gently opened his eyes.

The power of termination in his body began to operate strangely, and surged through his body in waves.

The next moment, the meteorite came to the world like thunder, breaking through the roof with an astonishing momentum!

"boom!"

As Nikolai emerged, what appeared in front of him were a dozen large and small blood-red tentacles.

The tentacles trembled together and attacked him from different angles.

There was no way to avoid Nicolai in the air.

But his figure began to flicker and blur unexpectedly.

All the tentacles reaching out to Nikolai curled, whipped, struck, and stabbed him back and forth.

And these life-threatening tentacles passed by his ears, armpits, soles of feet, and waist in the air... but almost without exception, they all missed his body by a hair!

The air was torn apart by the tentacles, and the howling wind slid across the meteorite's body.

At that second, Nikolai, who was unharmed, looked calm and swung the Soul-Destroying Blade out of thin air.

The trajectory and arc of the blade formed countless ovals in the air as Nicolai's figure descended.

"clatter!"

Nikolai landed firmly.

Behind him, many broken tentacles fell, turning into ashes one after another.

Nicolai stood up and stabbed the Soul-Destroying Blade into the big tentacle in front of him without moving his expression.

Soon, Kilika's limb disappeared from the world.

It's much easier than on the battlefield, fending off weapons from all directions - Nicolai thought to himself: After all, there is only "one" enemy to face.

He broke through all the way from the edge of the shield area to here, and the worry in his heart only increased.

The "enemies" on the road are getting denser and denser, and the figure of the hydra is getting bigger and bigger - obviously, he is almost approaching Grievor.

I hope nothing happens to him.

As one of the few extreme warriors who fought his way out of the dead on the battlefield, Drew Grewal has an indomitable will, rich experience, and no delay that match his superb combat skills.

Decision - This kind of warrior seems to be born for large-scale battlefields. Regardless of good or bad times, or when they have an advantage, they can create unimaginable miracles.

For example - thinking of that person, Nikolai couldn't help but frown - the Wrath of the Kingdom in the south.

This is why, no matter how bad Grievo's temper is and no matter how bad his relationship with Longxiao City officials is, he was still selected as the user of the Soul-killing Spear ten years ago - even though he took over the spear for the first time.

On that day, he was still cursing and slandering all the Dukes of Walton, including Nun VII, and his parents.

Of course, it was his bad temper that prevented the retired epee infantryman Grievo from having any title, official position, or wealth, and his name was not among the "Five Generals".

On the contrary, he created a famous boss in the Shield District and Hammer District.

Ahead is the place of the multi-headed snake.

Nicolai gritted his teeth.

Before new monsters or tentacles extended, Nikolai kept moving forward quickly.

After walking around the ruins of a collapsed mill, Nicolai was stunned.

He saw Grivet.

The opponent was not as suppressed as he thought, and was unable to fight back, or had simply collapsed - this was the worst-case scenario expected.

Griveaux stood in front of him calmly, with his back to Nicolai.

The soul-killing spear was still lying in his hand, the tip of the spear vibrating continuously.

What really stunned Nicolai was not Grivet.

But his surroundings.

Behind Grivet, there were countless corpses.

Adults, children, the elderly, men, women...

Most of the people were dressed in ragged clothes and had peaceful smiles.

But his face was completely black - like dried wood.

Nicolai looked at the dead people on the ground with an ugly expression. He had seen this kind of death before.

That was the effect of being hit by ‘killing’.

but……

Nicolai looked at Grivet in disbelief.

"Grivo!" Nicolai shouted.

Grivet was slightly shocked and turned around slowly.

Nicolai squeezed the soul-breaking blade in his hand - Grivet didn't even notice that he was behind him, which was unthinkable in the past.

His current spirit is not right.

The Fallen Starman thought to himself.

The lame former heavy swordsman turned around tremblingly and looked at the Faller.

Nicolai looked at Griveaux's face in astonishment - it was covered with tears.

"It's you," Grivet bit his lip and shed another tear. He said hoarsely and weakly: "Walton's hand-held lackey."

Hearing the familiar and polite address, Nicolai felt a little at ease.

But he still looked at the corpses on the ground and asked doubtfully: "What's going on? These people..."

"What's going on?" Grivet was shocked and his voice suddenly rose:

"what happened?"

Griwal gritted his teeth tightly and closed his eyes in pain:
To be continued...