The black figure in the sentry tower slowly got up, reached out to pick up the long sword leaning on the armrest of the seat, and prepared to climb the stairs to the top to face Qianye. However, at this moment, an indescribably strong sense of danger suddenly surged in his heart, and he suddenly turned his head to look sideways. At that place, a layer of bluish green suddenly appeared on the wall, and the wall bulged abnormally.
Time seemed to slow down, and a blue original force bullet was reflected in his pupils, and it was flying towards him through the wall of the sentry tower.
This force bomb appeared without warning, as if it had condensed from the void, and a thought rose in the black shadow's mind, he couldn't avoid it, no matter what! When the bullet was about to hit, it was extremely dangerous to have such thoughts. He finally had a strong mind, desperately suppressed the strange thoughts of depression in his heart, tried his best to move his body, and finally avoided the vital organs of the chest and abdomen, but he was still shot. middle. He suddenly screamed, and most of his legs were separated from his body.
However, the sense of crisis has not weakened at all, but has become more intense. He endured the severe pain, stepped on the ground with one foot, jumped up, forcibly smashed through the top floor of the sentry tower, and jumped into the air.
He suddenly raised his head, only seeing Dongyue Jianfeng in his eyes!
Qianye swung his sword horizontally, cutting the black shadow in front of him into two halves. After succeeding with the sword, Qianye was also slightly taken aback, not understanding why the blood count would make such a move that looked like giving him his head to chop. When he saw the blood count's missing thigh, he suddenly realized that someone had already fought ahead of him.
Looking around, he couldn't find anyone who was helping in the dark, so Qianye had no choice but to give up. In his heart, he admired and guarded the strong man who made the shot. With his real vision and keen perception, he didn't notice the original force bullet. Obviously, it was a special firearm ability.
In the darkness far away, Zhao Jundu put down the blue sky and made a forward gesture. More than a dozen elite warriors in dark armor appeared from the darkness and followed Zhao Jundu to outflank the castle.
At this moment, Zhang Shiduo also found that the battle situation was different from what he expected. He immediately jumped up to the sentry tower and saw the blood earl's body.
After the sentry tower lost its defensive power, the lower part has become a battlefield where imperial soldiers and dark fighters meet. The battle situation is urgent. Zhang Shiduo quickly set up his assault rifle and said to Qianye: "If you encounter powerful enemies, try to lure them to an open area. I will deal with them!"
"Okay!" Qianye agreed, jumped off the sentry tower, and ran to the depths of the castle.
The instructions he left for the soldiers of the Vanguard Battalion were to occupy the city walls and sentry towers, control the outer perimeter of the castle, and gradually infiltrate inward. In the battle inside the castle, ordinary soldiers are of little use, and they will only be slaughtered when they meet the real strong of Yongye, while the generals who serve as officers need to provide the battle fulcrum for the team, Qianye does not plan to withdraw, With them, the casualty rate of the team can be greatly reduced.
Hearing Qianye's arrangement, Zhang Shiduo couldn't help touching his chin, where the stubble had already appeared, and felt that this young man's fighting style was quite fresh. He turned his head and gave orders to his team, asking them to act together with the Zhao Clan's vanguard battalion, combining melee combat with long-distance attack, there would be no suspense about the outcome of this front line.
Qianye has already penetrated into the castle, and the main building area in front of him is layered on top of the mountain, with more than ten floors from bottom to top. Moreover, the entire interior of the mountain has been hollowed out, turning into an intricate maze.
This castle is undoubtedly a masterwork. It combines the two styles of the vampire and the nerubian, but it is completely natural, and its scale is even bigger than Zhang Boqian's Chinese army camp. It only took more than ten days to rise from the ground. Just from the construction speed, one can imagine how many strong people were used to build it.
The battle inside the castle was extremely tough, even exceeding Qianye's expectations. In this fortress that is no different from a city, every room and every corner has the possibility of a battle. Every street fight will be stained with the blood of the strong.
Ever since stepping into the castle, Qianye felt that the enemies would never be finished, and bullets would shoot out from unexpected corners at any time. One enemy after another fell in front of Qianye, and the battle seemed to never stop.
Qianye kicked open a door and rushed in, only to find that the room was empty and no trap had been set up. This was the first time he encountered a room without enemies or ambushes, and suddenly he felt a sense of luck against heaven.
Looking at the furnishings in the room, it should belong to the residence of the nobles of the blood clan, and the layout is quite exquisite and delicate. There was still a pot of soup boiling on the stove in the kitchen, and it was still warm to the touch.
In the study room, hung a portrait of several blood races riding horses in the forest after the snow. The style of the painting was cold and cold, which was also a typical blood race style. The one in the middle was wearing a viscount costume, and his expression was quite gentle, which was different from the coldness common to blood races.
It seems that this small room is the residence of the Viscount. In the residence of the two great monarchs, there are so many strong people, even a viscount can only occupy one suite.
Qianye searched all over the place, sat down on the chair in front of the desk, picked up a few books and flipped through them. Most of them are about history and art, and they are also quite popular hobbies among upper blood nobles.
However, Qianye came across two translations of imperial books by accident, one was history, and the other was a novel, telling a tragic story of a pair of young lovers who could not get together because of family conflicts, and finally both died in love.
Qianye slowly put down the book, and when he looked at the room again, he felt different again. It can be seen that the owner of the room likes life very much, and treats this place as a home when decorating and managing it.
Judging from the furnishings and daily necessities in the house, there is also a hostess here, but I don't know if she also needs to go to the battlefield. However, almost all the people of the dark race are soldiers, even older children may be fierce fighters, and blood race women are no exception.
In fact, Qianye had seen similar scenes before, but at that time he didn't pay attention to them at all. His hatred for the dark race made him unable to see anything superfluous.
Perhaps it was because of Yetong that now he saw something that he hadn't seen before.
After resting for a few minutes, Qianye's tired body regained a little strength, he stood up and walked towards the door. The short rest is over, the fighting is still going on, and the killing will continue.
In front of the door, Qianye suddenly restrained his breath, took a step across, and dodged to the side. The door suddenly shattered, and a heavy ax fell, slamming heavily on the floor. A werewolf warrior rushed into the room, lost his center of gravity and staggered.
Qianye slapped him on the back with Dongyue, immediately knocked him to the ground, and then pierced his back with the blood-sucking blade.
The werewolf's struggle gradually weakened, and the hot blood made Qianye enter the state of boiling blood again, and his physical strength quickly recovered.
Qianye pulled out the blood-sucking blade and wiped off the blood on the werewolf. With a sudden movement in his heart, he turned the werewolf warrior over, and what he saw was an unexpectedly young and handsome face.
According to Yong Ye's standards, having such combat power at this age has a bright future, otherwise, he would not have appeared in the Maharaja's castle. It's just that his career as a warrior had just begun, and ended in Qianye's hands.
Qianye got up slowly, his face turned calm, and the turmoil in his heart subsided, suppressing all the emotions in his heart. When he walked out of the room, he turned into the invincible killing god in the bloody battle again.
It was another continuous battle, and Qianye's newly recovered force quickly bottomed out. He rushed into a nearby room, ready to take a breather. At this moment, his eyes suddenly froze. There is also a door inside, which should be the location of the bedroom. At this moment, blood is constantly leaking from the crack of the door. And the smell of fresh blood, as soon as you smell it, you know it belongs to human beings.
Qianye gathered the only force he had, walked outside the bedroom, and slammed the door open. When he saw the scene inside the house, a rush of blood rushed straight to the top of his head!
The corpses of more than a dozen imperial soldiers were placed in the room, and some of them obviously died not long ago. These corpses have been gnawed and mutilated, and some even have more than half of their bodies turned into white bones. In this room, there was a small-scale blood feast.
Among the wreckage of these soldiers, Qianye also saw the emblem of the Zhao Clan. Judging from the traces of haste at the scene, most of the people who held this battlefield blood feast were out of venting their anger rather than satisfying their appetite.
Qianye stood quietly for a while, then took out an incendiary grenade, put it in the pile of corpses, and closed the door. As he stepped out of the house, flames erupted behind him, engulfing the hellish scene.
At this moment, Qianye only felt that he was hit on the side with great force like a giant beast, and he couldn't help but fly up, falling several meters. He seemed to jump up immediately, dived into a nearby bend, and then rolled and hid behind a row of weapons racks.
Qianye only felt a burning pain in the back of his shoulder, stretched out his hand to touch it, and saw the blood on his hand. He didn't have time to deal with his injuries, so he threw an incendiary grenade outwards, setting up a sea of flames to prevent any possible pursuit before examining himself.
He had just been shot, and this original force bullet was so powerful that it directly shattered Qianye's armor, and then tore his strong body apart. The place where the shot was shot was a bloody mess, and several bones had already been shattered. up. Fortunately, in order to pursue pure power, this original force bomb uses a special structure without adding black titanium, otherwise Qianye will be in trouble now.
The shot came without a sound, until the bullet reached his body, Qianye didn't notice it at all. It seems that unless the real vision is turned on, normal perception methods will not be able to detect the danger.
However, the battlefield here is like a street fight, the space is narrow, there are strong people fighting fiercely everywhere, and at the same time, they are constantly disturbing the force of the environment. Otherwise, it would be difficult to detect any clues from the pile of mess.
This is definitely a power, and it is an extremely dangerous power on the battlefield. Qianye suddenly remembered the demon descendant who died in his hands. He also had a similar ability, which could quietly send grenades to the enemy. If it was a one-on-one duel, Qianye would naturally have ways to deal with him, but on the chaotic battlefield, even Qianye was successfully attacked by him.
Qianye wondered what was the reason for the force bomb or the grenade to hide from his perception. Combined with the experience of killing the first demon, he vaguely felt that this ability might be related to the force of the void.