Dole was quite surprised when he heard it. Although the bloody battle does not divide the war zone, since the Monroe clan is hunting here, who will step in to snatch their prey.
Twilight smiled, flicked his fingers, threw the little thing in his hand to Dule, and said, "Don't worry, that kid's troubles are yet to come. The one who wants to kill him is the human race itself."
Dule took the thing and took a closer look. It turned out to be a shapeless metal mass. When it fell on his hand, he felt a burning sensation. He immediately spit out a stream of blood from his palm to isolate the metal surface.
This is the bullet that killed Qianye, and it contains mithril. Mithril will only be added to the physical bullets made by the human race, and lead and black titanium will be added to the dark race side. However, there seemed to be some dark force lingering on the warhead. Although it was extremely faint, it did not escape Dole's senses.
Dule said with some regret: "That kid is very strong, it would be a pity to die in the hands of others."
Twilight said lightly: "It's not that you are too weak to take down the team in front of me, so I have to make a move. Now I am being targeted by a terrifying strong human being, and she has been watching me nearby. If you and that kid You can't kill with one blow, even if you only use the second move, she may catch the opportunity to kill you. Do you want me to die so much?"
"Ah! This subordinate dare not!" Dule was startled and felt a little ashamed. However, he also had doubts. How dare a strong man who can kill Twilight act casually under the Iron Curtain
Twilight could see what he was thinking, "That person is very powerful, even facing the ghost clone, she is not completely powerless. Once she fights, she will of course alert the Iron Curtain. The edge is not far away, even if the Heavenly Ghost clone appears, it is very likely that she will escape outside the Iron Curtain."
Dule gasped, and turned his head to look around instinctively. Even the ghost avatar can resist one or two people. It's just a matter of flipping to kill him. Such a person has been lingering around, but he didn't even notice any clues.
"Master, what should we do now? Should we notify the clan to find that person and kill him?"
Twilight said indifferently: "No need, as long as I don't take action and be vigilant at all times, she can't do anything about me, otherwise she will be killed by the ghost clone before killing me. So I can kill me without doing anything. Her containment here will be of great benefit to our battle situation. Alright, let's clean this place quickly, and we'll leave."
Soon Dule ordered his men to bury all the corpses, pack them with military merit certificates, and clean up the scene.
Before leaving, Twilight glanced at the direction where Qianye was escaping, showing a playful smile, and whispered softly: "Don't die, otherwise, I might be sad too!"
On a mountain peak a thousand meters away, a girl was sitting with a sniper rifle that was longer than her body, with a dazed expression. It was very windy and cold at the height, but she was wearing a thin white dress with her arms and thighs exposed, as if she didn't know what cold was.
She was motionless, as if thinking about something. A gust of mountain wind blew past, blowing the girl's long hair, and suddenly a clump of hair like ink fell off and flew away with the wind. And there was also a long line of blood on her cheek, and a few drops of blood slowly seeped out.
The girl stretched out her hand, touched her face, and then put it in front of her eyes. The blood on her fingertips was extremely red. She looked a little bewildered, and Qianye's figure appeared in her pupils.
He turned around, was hit by a sniper bullet, and flew backwards. During this process, a sniper rifle with obvious blood clan style appeared in Qianye's hand instantly, the muzzle of the gun flashed, and then a force bullet became bigger and bigger until it filled the entire pupil!
The girl shivered suddenly, and woke up from the confusion, with thin beads of sweat unknowingly oozing from the tip of her nose.
At this moment, a soft call sounded in her ear: "Kongzhao, where are you? Come and see me."
Bai Kongzhao quickly removed the butt mount of the sniper rifle and carried it behind his back, so that the oversized gun would not affect the action. She was like a nimble leopard, running lightly in the mountains, and in a blink of an eye, she went down the mountain and disappeared into the jungle.
After a while, Bai Kongzhao came under an ancient tree. Here, stood a woman with a wide coat and long sleeves, white bumps.
Bai Bump glanced at the sniper rifle on the girl's back. The gun was obviously longer and larger than the human sniper rifle, with a dark and gorgeous style, but it was a bit more rough and hideous than the blood guns. It was a special sniper rifle made by the demons, much rarer than the blood sniper rifles.
Bai Bump raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "You snatched it?"
At this moment, Bai Kongzhao is a well-behaved girl who is a little timid, and said softly: "Fortunately, I met a dying demon descendant, and this thing came into my hands. If you want it, it is yours." gone."
Bai Aotu didn't know what he was thinking, he sighed lightly after a while, and asked again: "Is it easy to use?"
Bai Kongzhao nodded honestly.
"You don't reject the dark force, and the original method of cultivation is very rare, and even the cultivation speed is not worse than my white valve heart method. But I still want to remind you, if the dark force completely suppresses the dawn force, you It is very likely to completely transform and fall into the eternal night side."
"I know, I will always be a human race." Bai Kong said.
Bai Aotu sighed again, and said: "In the next period of time, you can hunt freely. Under the Iron Curtain may be hell for others, but it is the best hunting ground for you. Just remember not to be too indulgent. In addition, if it is not necessary, try not to kill people on our side."
Bai Kongzhao lowered his head and said softly: "I will try my best to control it."
"Very well, then I'm leaving."
Bai Kongzhao was startled, and raised her head. This time, the panic on her face was not fake, "Where are you going?"
Bai Bump pointed to the dark sky above his head, and said, "This guy is already paying attention to me, so he can't stay for long. But before I leave, I will teach the blood woman opposite me a profound lesson and ask her to go back and lie down for a while. Then at least for the next few days, you don't have to worry about her."
After finishing speaking, Bai Aotu patted the girl's head, then turned and left. Her pace was not fast, just like walking normally, but she disappeared into the depths of the forest in a blink of an eye.
Bai Kongzhao stood on the spot, motionless, and still kept his head bowed obediently. But at an angle that no one could see, there was a slightly weird smile on the corners of her petal-like pink lips. After waiting for a while, she raised her head, sniffed the air vigorously, and then chose a direction to walk.
Strangely, Qianye was in the direction Bai Kongzhao chose.
Qianye leaned against a big tree, pulled off the clothes on his chest, and was about to inspect the wound. However, his movements suddenly stopped, and he listened carefully. There were subtle rustling sounds in the forest, and someone was approaching quickly.
Qianye took a step across, walked around behind the tree, and stood close to each other.
Several figures walked quickly through the forest with terrifying agility. Qianye stood still, like a stone sculpture, when suddenly Dongyue swept across, and a figure happened to pass by the ancient tree, and was cut in half by a sword.
The rest of the figures froze for a moment, Qianye rushed behind another figure, Dongyue pierced through his back and protruded from his chest.
Most of the chasing warriors were blood warriors, only one werewolf. The blood tribe is naturally known for its agility and speed, and after Qianye was injured, he had to reserve spare energy to guard against those who would shoot coldly in the dark. The warrior flung himself away.
At this moment, two companions died, but the remaining blood warriors were unafraid, one by one rushing towards Qianye without fear of death.
Qianye swung Dongyue, swung eastward and westward, seemingly without any rules, but the sword was as heavy as a mountain. These blood warriors couldn't even block a sword, and most of them were cut off with a single blow.
More than a dozen dark warriors were beheaded in the blink of an eye, and Qianye only left one on purpose. In his impression, it was this guy who discovered his whereabouts from afar. Qianye really wanted to know the reason. He had to know that even if the Viscount of Darkness walked by, it would be difficult to find his existence when he was hiding with all his strength.
And this blood warrior is just a knight, but he can accurately find out his position, and his perception is almost as sharp as the mutated beast under the Iron Curtain.
That is a middle-aged blood family member. He may have lived for hundreds of years, but he still only has such a little strength. He should be a small character at the bottom of the Monroe clan. And in the battle just now, he didn't show any excellence either. He was slapped on the back by Qianye's sword, and immediately broke several bones, completely losing his ability to move.
Qianye walked up to him, touched the Blood Knight's chest with Dongyue, and asked, "How did you find me?"
"A warrior of the Monroe clan will not submit. You kill me!"
Qianye sneered, "I don't want to say it, I have plenty of ways to get you to talk. For example, injecting molten mithril juice into the blood vessels little by little, what do you think?"
The blood knight was shocked, his face completely changed, and he lost his voice: "You, you devil!"
Qianye continued: "You can also open a small hole in your chest, melt the mithril, and let it drop in drop by drop. This method is also good."
The juice containing mithril runs in the blood vessels of the blood, and the blood vessels will be burned to ashes wherever it passes. And after the mithril melted and dripped into the heart of the blood race, it would cause permanent damage, and the bleeding core would no longer condense. The most terrifying thing is not this method of death, but that as long as the dosage is well controlled, the blood race can still live for a long time.
This is one of the tortures most feared by the blood races, most of which are invented by the human race, and a small part are the masterpieces of the dark race itself. Qianye came from the Red Scorpion, and he has dealt with various dark races a lot, so he has also received professional-level training on how to use torture.
Seeing the blood knight's complexion constantly changing, Qianye knew that the heat was almost ready, and he just needed to work harder. He took out a mithril original force bomb, removed the bullet, and raised the crimson original force light in his hand, so the bullet that was pinched in the palm gradually softened, and the silver reflection seemed to start to flow.
"I, I say!" The blood knight finally couldn't bear the mental pressure.
Qianye didn't stop what he was doing, "Speak, I'll listen."
"It's like this..." Just as the blood knight spoke, Qianye suddenly felt something strange, as if the surrounding environment had changed at this moment. This change cannot be expressed in words, nor even that part of the body is directly stimulated, as if it exists only in sensation.
However, Qianye, who had crossed the dividing line between life and death countless times, still moved. He almost instinctively took a step sideways and turned to look. Immediately afterwards, the abnormal feeling became real, and there was a faint chill in his lower back.