The time for dedication has come.
Hu Ao clenched the twisted steel, his figure swaying, and every move forward would pull the wound in his abdomen, and the broken iron pieces would cut deeper into his flesh.
The pain warned him that continuing forward would lead to death.
In the past, Huo would have retreated in fear, but now it is different. Huo has no choice but to do this. He cannot continue to compromise. Behind him are Miguel and Liya, who are his sacred faith and his light.
More footsteps were heard all around, and the choir soldiers were approaching here quickly. Miguel looked at the figures in the sea of fire, and the smile on his face became more and more wild.
Yes, that's right. As long as Huo can buy him a little bit of time, it will be enough. Miguel is very clear about the power of the choirs. Although they cannot compare with the witchers with their secret blood, they are also beyond ordinary people.
"Hurry, do it! Eve!"
Hong Xun saw Miguel leaning on the side. This guy was not dead as expected. Although his breath was weak, but thinking of the guy called Plague Doctor, Hong Xun felt that to be on the safe side, he had to stab Miguel a few more times.
“I saw it!”
Eve said as she raised the pistol from her arms. The Meteorite was on her back. At such a close distance, Eve felt that there was no need to use this damn thing.
The light was chaotic and dim, and Eve could only judge the location by the flickering firelight. She quickened her pace and pulled the trigger at the same time.
Gunshots rang out one after another.
The bullet landed beside Miguel, splashing up dust, then hit his ankle and passed by his arm.
He no longer had the strength to wail, but he also didn't feel any fear.
Miguel is a poor man whose soul has been destroyed by power, but at the same time, he is fearless for all this and even says he is willing to risk his life.
Let's take a gamble. There is no need to add any prerequisites. Miguel is betting on whether he can survive and whether there will be a turning point.
"stop!"
Huo roared, and he felt that his angry soul was about to tear out of his chest.
He swung the twisted steel at the approaching Red Falcon and Eve. This was Huo's first time killing someone, and he did not hesitate at all.
At this moment, ordinary cowardly souls also went crazy, just like this distorted world.
A noisy sound rang out in front of him. In the dim light, Hong Falcon had no idea who the guy in front of him was, but he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before...
But it doesn't matter. Red Falcon wants to kill Miguel, and all the guys who get in the way will be stabbed once... or twice, depending on whether they are willing to lie down quietly or stand up and fight against him.
Hong Xun swung the folding knife with one hand, and the cold edge illuminated his crazy face.
After all, Huo was just a sailor. He had never been to the battlefield, nor had he killed anyone. In this hellish battlefield, he was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.
He is one of the few, the only one, who is without sin.
The folding knife caught the steel, blocked it easily, and then deflected it to another angle using the direction of the force.
This is a very simple sword fighting technique, so simple that Hong Jian hasn't used it in a long time, because the enemies he faces will not be misled by such tricks.