Black Rain Villa, east side.
A group of black figures were fighting with a group of colorful figures. In terms of numbers, the colorful figures were clearly in the upper hand, with at least three to four times the number of the black figures. But judging from the fighting situation on both sides, the black figures were in a one-sided position, while the other side was losing ground.
whoosh!
A black crossbow arrow shot out from the opening of the crossbow, drawing a distant arc in the air and pointing directly at a black figure.
Bang!
Just when the arrow was about to hit, the black figure suddenly swung out with one hand, knocking the crossbow arrow away! He also dodged the opponent's attack with an extremely smooth sideways movement, and his two arms exploded, and his palms with bulging cross muscles were printed on the reporter's back.
With a bang, the opponent was severely injured and coughed up blood.
The black figure raised his arm and was about to kill him, but three Nightmare Monsters rushed over and rescued him.
"Who are they? Why do they have such horrible physical fitness?" A figure in the distance muttered to himself.
He was thin and lean, and held a semi-automatic crossbow in his hand. Its full name was the Violent Steam Mechanical Crossbow.
Around this man, there were also many figures holding mechanical crossbows, occasionally aiming and shooting, fighting and retreating.
Everyone here is a member of the Crossbow Clan. Since the Crossbow Clan is closer to the east side, all of them were recruited here at the villa.
On the left side of the team, a tall and thin man about 1.8 meters tall pulled the trigger, then retracted the crossbow with a gloomy face.
Since learning the "Dentinda Wind Arrow Technique", Black Blade has never felt so aggrieved. The villa was suddenly invaded by powerful enemies, these men in black. The power they displayed was something that the Night Stranger had never encountered before.
If we have to find a similar one, it would be the declining body-refining school in Night of the Stranger. But these men in black are much stronger than the trash of the body-refining school, and they are simply not comparable.
His super strong physique can crush the strongest defensive half-beast flow in the same level of the Nightmare. His terrifying explosive power exceeds that of the self-transformed dark flow. His tenacious martial arts will is not affected by the telekinesis of the mercury flow! And his reaction speed is also ridiculously fast, and he can dodge arrows shot by the crossbow flow.
Even like just now, just punch it and knock it away!
It's so versatile that it seems like there are no flaws.
Compared with them, the various methods of the Night Monsters are like deformed children who walk in an unconventional way and limp. It may be okay to bully children, but if they encounter healthy and strong adults, they will be directly pinned to the ground and beaten.
Three minutes had passed since the crossbows joined the battle. In these three minutes, Black Blade had emptied three quivers. In the end, he didn't kill anyone, and couldn't even hit the vital parts. The best result was that he shot a man in black in the arm with a crossbow arrow, but the man in black pulled out the arrow and continued to fight, as if he had not suffered any damage.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
In the distance, deafening bombardment could be heard from all over the villa. For a moment, it seemed that every area was in flames.
"kill!"
The men in black began to charge forward, each of them was a sharp knife. In the sound of running wildly, the Night Evils were constantly killed. A dead body of an Indian fell to the ground with blood gushing out, followed by the second, third, and fourth bodies. The defense line collapsed.
The fighters of the Northern Secret Martial Arts Alliance are simply unstoppable.
The Nightmare Monsters fled in all directions. They all had an illusion in their hearts that the enemy was very familiar with the abilities of all schools of Indian journalists and were completely targeted and restrained by the men in black.
Black Blade looked at the large number of black-clad men rushing towards him in despair, and couldn't help but wail in his heart: "Where on earth did these mysterious little Superman-like enemies come from?!!!"
"Why do you know us Indian reporters so well?!"
Just when the crossbow arrow stream was about to be completely defeated and swallowed up.
Purple-red flames in the distance illuminated the sky, and round after round of artillery shells swept towards that area and exploded in mid-air.
The men in black all looked over there, and as if they were summoned, they turned around and rushed in that direction without any hesitation.
"Ahem..."
Black Blade fell to the ground, gasping for breath. He survived, although he didn't know why, but he survived!
Pah. Black Blade spat. The rain falling from the sky tasted salty, as if it was mixed with salt.
“Huh?! What happened to my villa mark…” Someone from the crossbow group exclaimed, and then one after another looked down at the back of their hands.
Black Blade raised his hand in confusion, and the sword mark on it began to appear faintly, just like the light paint on the drawing board being washed away by water, almost turning it into a blank board.
The sound that suddenly came from Black Rain Villa became very, very small, and was intermittent until it completely disappeared.
"All...marks...will be...purged...from...the...church! All..."
Squeak! It was like a radio being paused.
The sound of Black Rain Villa disappeared, and so did the mark on the back of Night Stranger's hand. Black Blade looked at the rough skin in confusion, and rubbed his other hand, as if he couldn't believe that the mark had disappeared. Maybe it just disappeared under the skin? How could the mark of Black Rain Villa disappear
Ah! A shrill scream came from the side.
It turned out that a werewolf was so cruel that he scraped off the skin and flesh on the back of his hand layer by layer, just to see if the mark was really gone. Suddenly, his palm became a bloody mess.
"It's gone! It's gone! It's really gone! Hahahahahahaha..." The werewolf was suddenly ecstatic. Even though there were only white bones left in his palms, he was dancing with joy.
There was an expression of disbelief and madness on his face.
This laughter seemed to be contagious, and all of a sudden, the surviving defeated soldiers all started laughing. Some were even so excited that they sobbed on the ground like children.
Even the seriously injured ones were coughing up blood and trembling with excitement. Some who were about to die fell to the ground, feeling the rain taking away the remaining warmth, but their expressions showed relief.
The Night Stranger lives in the rainy world all year round, and his personality is affected by some unknown substance in the black rain, which makes him more emotional than normal people and more prone to emotional fluctuations. But the current situation is obviously not just due to this one reason.
This is related to the origin of the reporter. How did the Night Stranger come about? Just like the dusk of that year, they were originally a group of poor people looking for hope. After discovering the magical and mysterious Black Rain Villa, they thought they had found salvation and could change the fate of themselves or their loved ones! But the result was still more tragedy.
The mark of Black Rain Villa seemed like a fair contract to the Night Evils at first, but in reality it was an unequal slave brand. They had to struggle to survive in endless dangerous missions, and could never enjoy a peaceful life. Just like the legendary bird that was born flying without feet, it would die the moment it fell.
Not even that…
All the Nightcrawler seemed to be cursed, like a star doomed to fail, and deserved to die in exile.
It’s not that they don’t want to live a peaceful and happy life, but an invisible voice is telling them that you only deserve to enjoy yourself in the moment!
They call themselves weirdos, but deep down they know that they are just a group of slaves who have lost their freedom, bound by shackles, and imprisoned in the manor. A group of chained dogs...
I would rather die than be without liberty.
Thick leaden clouds covered the sky of the rainy world, and the salty rain penetrated the clouds and hit Black Blade's face.
He looked up at the gray-black sky, and he had never felt so good before. With a complicated expression on his face, Black Blade said to himself with emotion: "Fuck, stupid Black Rain Villa!"
After saying that, he raised his right hand and gave a middle finger.
Then he looked at the back of his hand with a guilty conscience, and turned around to look around. He breathed a sigh of relief, but found that his companions had already started to run away from the villa. Black Blade was naturally no less capable. Without the dog chain, who would still work for the villa
The thin figure ran farther and farther away in the rain and fog.
If you look down from the sky at this time, you will find a very strange phenomenon. The sound of artillery fire continued in the area of the Baptismal Church, and the intensity of the battle was extremely high. The men in black and the Night Evils from other directions were all gathering here. When the Night Evils entered the range of the artillery fire, they froze in place.
After a pause of a few seconds, most of them turned around and ran away.
Some of them even lost their shoes and ran in the opposite direction, making strange noises of excitement. They were as happy as wild horses...
However, many disciples of the Northern Secret Martial Arts Alliance were not surprised by this and watched coldly. They looked at the journalists with a look of idiots and gathered towards the baptismal church.
Although these evil night monsters were just a bunch of rabble in the eyes of the Northern Secret Martial Alliance, they could not care about anything else when the most critical battlefield broke out. It would be a waste of time to attack these people, and the key was to help the assault team capture the Baptism Church.
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The baptismal church was already packed with people.
Hundreds of corrupted knights in heavy armor charged on tall warhorses, huge white gargoyles swooped down in the sky like eagles, and there were all kinds of strange things emitting abilities.
Kashudomon and his men were trapped inside, with dozens of people huddled into a circle to minimize contact with the enemy.
The sight was filled with shining weapons slashing at him, whether it was a cross sword, a long-handled battle axe, or a knight's lance.
Everyone who had fought with the Decayed Knights felt that the power of these Decayed Knights had been strengthened. This was the interior of the Black Rain Villa, the main venue of the villa. And it was adjacent to the core area such as the Baptismal Church, so of course the knights were strong.
Its combat effectiveness has increased by at least 30%.
And it is gradually getting stronger over time.
Although the Decayed Knights have lost their immortality due to the secret drug that caused them to fake death, they are still troublesome.
Phew!
The sharp cross sword slashed across Kaxiu's shoulder, leaving a narrow bloody mark on it. His clothes had been chopped to shreds, covered with dense white and bloody marks. Kaxiu's ability to survive was obviously very strong due to his hard Qigong. In such a complex environment, he still only suffered some minor skin injuries.
Domon on one side was not so lucky.
There were three cuts on his back, bloody and bloody. One of his arms was not working properly, as if the muscles or meridians were damaged. He could only hide behind his uncle Mian and looked much more miserable than Kaxiu.
Kaxiu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, stacking flesh is right. Without a strong defensive body, how can one escape from the continuous dangers? In fact, the magnificent fighting style of Fengxiang Miwu is really a good match for hard Qigong, a head-on confrontation.
The practice in battle made Kaxiu more enlightened.
Now, the surrounding situation is not very good. There are too many enemies, and they are quite strong. Even if there are many strong people attacking the church, they can only barely protect themselves and cannot get close to the church.
You know, in Dusk's original memory, in order to close the Black Rain Villa, all the corrupt knights had to be eliminated, and the special buildings in the villa had to be destroyed. The church was undoubtedly the core of the core!
Kaxiu took a deep breath and continued to wait patiently.
Half a minute later, there was a sudden commotion outside the Decayed Knights. Just like the wild monsters in the game, they were attracted by the hatred and distracted by the players appearing in other places.
If Black Rain Villa still had the ability to control the Decayed Knights, this would never happen. They would definitely choose to kill the trapped Kaxiu and his group first. But there is no if in this situation.
Elite disciples from the Northern Secret Martial Arts Alliance came from all directions. At first, there were a few people in small groups, then more than a dozen people, and even nearly a hundred people! In addition, masters from other assault teams also arrived. The first thing they said when they rushed into the battlefield was to shout that a certain special building had been destroyed!
Craniotomy Clinic, Dawn Hospital, Mission Hall, Core Bell Tower, Arthropod Hall. No matter what the casualties of these assault teams were, they had truly completed their mission!
With the entry of the combat brigade and other assault teams.
The original numerical advantage of the Decayed Knights and the Gargoyles was gone. Kashu and his men began to attack from both inside and outside, constantly killing the powerful but chaotic Decayed Knights. Torn iron cans kept falling off their horses, hitting the ground with clanging sounds.
Large amounts of liquid splashed onto the ground, broken pieces of cold weapons flew everywhere, and war horses that had lost their owners turned into black water.
The number of corrupt knights decreased sharply, and the pressure on the attacking group dropped sharply. Immediately, Kaxiu and Mian Domon looked at each other.
They nodded one after another and then rushed directly towards the church.
Since the artillery had to be continuously suppressed with potions to prevent the Decay Knights from weakening their potency, they had to destroy the Baptismal Church themselves. Kaxiu and his men brought three times the amount of explosives to ensure that the Baptismal Church would be completely blown up.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Half of the dozens of shadows stayed where they were, and the remaining dozen or so were like spears that cut through the defenses of the corrupt knights, and shuttled around the periphery of the church like nimble swifts. The explosive packs were placed skillfully one by one, and the smell of gunpowder was unusually strong.
Hiss…
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!
A violent explosion roared into the sky, and a rapidly expanding ball of fire mixed with gravel sent a shock wave sweeping out.
The rain in the air appears like waves.
In the flames, a tall figure stopped and stared.
The black corners of the clothes rustled in the roaring wind and waves.
"The heat of the flames is much more comfortable than the cold black rain..."
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