Percival found it difficult to describe his feelings at the moment. He thought he was forced into a desperate situation by Roger, but the Anonymous' previous plan took effect at this moment, and there were also living Anonymous who joined the battle, but he was alone and his figure looked so thin.
The antimemetic explosion was over. The force that was enough to destroy large groups of demons only slowed down Roger's pace slightly. The anonymous person stepped back and approached the command room, still firing continuously.
The continuous gunfire finally made Roger feel a pain. He lowered his head and saw that cracks had appeared on his armor at some point. It was probably due to the previous anti-meme and the gunfire. They were concentrated on this point and finally left marks on this sturdy armor. As these bullets fell, the armor was completely shattered, injuring his flesh and blood.
It's just a scratch, no... not even a scratch.
The bullet was squeezed out of the gap by the strong muscles, and then the dense hard tissue proliferated and wrapped the damaged area again.
Roger looked ahead, to the end of the road, and Anonymous looked at him expressionlessly, as if he had no emotions.
"Jiuxia people."
Roger whispered, swung his spikes, and leaped over.
Anonymous seemed to have no emotions. The impending death did not hinder him at all. Seeing that shooting was no longer effective, he immediately pulled out the folding knife plated with holy silver.
The speed of the human body reached its limit, and Anonymous barely avoided the monster's attack. The long spikes cut a huge scar on his side. If they had fallen on his body, Anonymous would have been cut in half like the other soldiers.
Swinging the folding knife, in this narrow and close distance, Anonymous had his only chance to hit Roger.
The folding knife slashed fiercely on the throat. Although the armor blocked it, the folding knife still cut into it a little bit under the full force attack, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
Anonymous tried to use force to completely cut off Roger's head, but he couldn't do it. His flesh and blood grew rapidly, and the damage to his body didn't affect Roger much.
Roger grabbed Yi Wuming's hand that was wielding the knife and pressed gently, and he could hear the sound of bones breaking.
Without any suspense, the anonymous figure crashed out and fell in front of Percival. The soldiers reached out and dragged him into the command room.
His arm was twisted, and the moment it came into contact with Roger, the huge force completely shattered his bones.
"You shouldn't have come out."
Percival said to the anonymous person that he could have hidden himself and escaped from here. Exposing himself now would only increase the death toll.
Anonymous did not respond. His face was covered in blood, making it difficult to see his appearance clearly, but in the blood-red, one could see a pair of calm eyes.
He stretched out his other hand with difficulty, drew a few circles beside his ear, and waved it wildly in front of him. Percival couldn't understand what he meant, but then the anonymous person stuffed something into her hand.
Silver crown.
Anonymous waved her hand again, and Percival realized that this was sign language, but she couldn't understand it at all. She could only take the crown, but before she could put it on, Roger's threat approached again.
Without giving it much thought, she turned around, pulled the trigger, and led the remaining soldiers to launch a final counterattack.