"Squeak...you weak, shouldn't let you be in charge of the world."
The leader of the blood race watched Roman who was lying on the ground slowly retreating from the shape of the gorefiend to the original appearance, arrogantly ironically said: "Even if you humans touch our power, you will only stay for a short time. Your destiny is doomed. It is the end of destruction. The so-called king of soldiers, the so-called war machine, in the eyes of our kinsmen, are just a bunch of self-righteous fools and rubbish."
His voice was sharp and harsh, as if it were criticism from hell. He stepped on Roman's neck, turned and stared at the remaining six members of the Mayan organization and yelled:
"Including you, although you have special abilities, you are only confined in the fragile human body after all, and perhaps even one ten thousandths of the power can't be exerted. You don't deserve to have these abilities at all. This is the sorrow of human beings. ······"
The leader of the blood clan finally laughed sharply, as if the whole world was within reach, that kind of arrogance swept the earth like an autumn wind, turning all vitality into fallen leaves.
"What did you just say? The king of soldiers is rubbish?"
Originally slumped to the ground, Roman, who was like a mud, slammed the foot of the leader of the blood race on his neck, and threw him out fiercely, and slowly stood up with his arms supporting him. The blood leader just got up. The insult was like a shot in the heart, making Roman, who was wounded all over and his physical strength reached the limit, miraculously stood up.
Everyone's eyes widened, looking at Roman, who was more terrifying than this vampire, who had just turned into a blood demon, and now the wounds all over his body were miraculously healed. Could it be that he also became an immortal blood clan
The blood leader looked at Roman's miraculous recovery ability, and his pale face as white as a white paper was taken aback for a moment, and then a hint of joy was revealed:
"Child, you are welcome to join the blood clan. From now on, the whole world will belong to our blood clan!"
Roman lowered his head, shirtless, standing there like a zombie, his eyes still glowing red, although he was beaten back into a human form, it seems that the blood demon's ability has not disappeared, and those eyes are like red eyes. The heart is like a heart, beating constantly in his eye sockets, and his whole body exudes a red breath. This breath is like the smelly blood that has been silent for thousands of years in the blood cave. It is disgusting, just listen to his mumbling. Said:
"You dare to say that the king of soldiers is rubbish?"
"boom·······"
The leader of the blood race had not yet realized what his words meant, Roman's body floated in front of him like the wind, and hit the head of the blood race with a punch, actually directly knocking his head around a hundred. At eighty degrees, the sound of the fracture of the neck bone was like the sound of firecrackers, which made everyone's heart sink.
No one would be surprised if it was just two meters high with the body of the Gorefiend, but now that Roman is a human body, how could it be so explosive? And still in the case of injury!
The young Roman can be called the king of soldiers in the country of Ruishi. No one dares to defile the word king of soldiers. His fighting power can even be called abnormal. This is why the Ruishi government will send him and his eleventh. A team member came to help quell the cause of the civil unrest.
"Quack..."
The head of the blood family who faced his back let out a weird laugh again. The young man in front of him who was violent with the word "king of soldiers" surprised him time and time again, but he could smell the same kind of smell from this young man.
"Papa Papa..."
The blood leader pressed his head with both hands, and turned the head that had been flipped over a little bit, like a painless machine, with a little bit of clockwork on his deadly face, With a twisted smile.
"My grass, Elder Prophet, can this soldier win? Our lives are in his hands."
The fire-controlling teenager, with a face full of fear, watched the head of the blood race head turning upside down a little bit. This is exactly the plot that will only appear in novels and TV dramas. Now it is truly presented in front of him, just like broad daylight. Heck, who would believe it
"Haha, Fireborn," surrounded by a bald-headed and white-bearded old man, who was the prophet of the three elders of the Mayan organization, he only said with a smile: "Let you be caught by these blood races, you can be like Roman Become a gorefiend that even low-level vampires admire, and even feel scared?"
"amount·······"
The fire-controlling boy who was called by the Prophet the Fireborn was completely speechless, because he knew that if the claws of the blood claw caught him on his back, the result would be immortal and crippled, otherwise the corpses in the square would even be Where do the internal organs come from? It can be seen the brutality and bloodthirsty of these blood races.
"Aren't you curious, why didn't Roman not die, and even turned into a blood demon with the body of a blood clan?"
The words of the prophet attracted the attention of the other six people who survived. Their eyes were like a thirsty scholar, expecting the prophet to reveal the answer, but he paused and continued:
"Because he has Mayan blood in his body, but with the change of times and races, his abilities have long been weakened or even disappeared."
"Prophet", the bewilderment on the side finally couldn't help but said, "No wonder this kid can distinguish my bewitching skills, and even follow the voice to find my position, is he..."
"That's right." The prophet's eyes showed brilliance. The unpredictability of the future made him live for inheritance alone, and even the old man who knew in advance finally realized the joy of life. The face on his face This kind of excitement is an expression that has never been seen before in bewitching and mind-reading.
"Mind-reading, bewitching, the blood of Roman is the pure blood of Maya," the prophet said with interest:
"In the age of ancient civilizations, on this earth, there were not only humans, but also foreign races-Maya people. These blood races of dark creatures were just Maya pets, and Roman bloodline had the orthodox Maya. Although the blood of the clan is pitiful, it is enough to deter those low-level vampires. This is why I asked Rui Shizheng to ask Roman’s special team to come and help out. Unfortunately, for the pure-blooded leader of the clan, his blood is still not enough."
"Prophet, what you call the Maya are actually aliens that scientists collectively call now?" said the boy who had just wrapped his body in ice.
"Well, you can say that, but I don't know the specific history. You know, I am a prophet, not an archaeologist." The prophet stroked his beard and said jokingly.
"But the Prophet", the girl next to him who screamed like cannonballs asked: "Since he is the pure blood of the Mayan tribe, how did he become a blood demon just now?"
"That is the only trace of blood in his body that is fighting and assimilating with foreign toxins. The healing ability you just saw is the self-healing ability of the blood he has absorbed."
At this time, Roman on the side had already battled with the leader of the blood clan. Both you came and me. With all the skills of special fighting, Roman cut off the bones of the vampire in front of him, but the leader of the blood clan had the ability to immortality. , With his pure physical strength and Luoman head-on, the slate floor on the entire International Plaza was like an earthquake, cracking every inch, and the gravel rolled over.
"boom······"
The two fists collided again, as if two artillery shells smashed together, and an explosion sounded like a howitzer. Under this punch, the blood leader and Roman were shocked by the strength of the opponent. Flying backwards, the fist wind caused the surrounding gravel to fly away.
A few minutes later, the gravel and dust slowly dissipated. Everyone saw that the blood leader’s entire right arm was shattered shoulder-to-shoulder. The wound hissed and left black blood, and the bones of Roman’s right arm were also Every inch of it broke, one person and one ghost gathered ten meters away, half kneeling face to face, panting heavily.
"Squeak...you are not a human being at all." The leader of the blood race bit his fangs, his eyes stared at Roman like a sharp knife, and murmured.
"You can insult me, or even kill me, but you can't tarnish the honor of soldiers, trample on the dignity of soldiers." Roman lowered his head, but did not look at the vampire. The flesh on his arm was like tiny strips of flesh and blood. The python was wriggling under his skin in a state visible to the naked eye along his bones, and he was recovering on his own.
"Squeak...you are the blood, you are our kind, we don't need to kill each other, we should fight for our race." The leader of the blood family looked at the wound on his shoulder and began to persuade him to surrender. .
At this time. Roman raised his head suddenly, and those blood-red eyes were like two beams of infrared rays in the dark night, which made people feel chilly.
"I am a soldier, I fight for the soldier," Roman said with determination and passion. Perhaps as long as he knew how much sweat and blood and tears the soldier had, he could cast him into this vampire's idiot, rubbish-like laurel crown. .
"rub·······"
Romain kicked his feet, and his whole body flew out like a cannonball. This time, he used his body without any skill to hit the unprepared blood leader, and his body followed the vampire. The body flew out together.
But in the air, Roman used his right hand, which he had just recovered, to wave out all the anger in his heart.
boom······
"This punch is for the dignity of all soldiers."
boom······
"This punch is for the title of Bingwang."
boom······
"This punch is for my eleven brothers who died in the special forces."
Bang bang bang...
Roman swung his punches and punches until they landed, the blood leader's head, at this time, had long become a black paste, and the poisonous black blood stuck to Roman's body. It turned out to be like a tongs, with dense small holes burned on his body, but then he was overwhelmed by the new flesh, leaving only the scars like white spots.
Although the head of the blood leader was blown by Roman abruptly, his limbs were still waving frantically, resisting, and even wanted to push Roman who was riding on him away, and the two of them twisted their hands and wrestled with each other.
"Quickly, dig out his heart." Bewitched on the side reminded loudly.
Roman broke free from the restrained right hand, and a hand knife was inserted into the blood leader’s chest. The six people present, including the three elders, all had triumphant smiles on their faces, because they all understood that the blood family without the head and heart, No matter how strong he is, he will undoubtedly die.
But when Roman inserted his entire right palm into the blood leader’s chest, he was stunned for an instant, holding the poked flesh and blood with his backhand, directly tore the blood chest open, and the three elders watched the blood leader empty. On his chest, the joy of victory on his original face dissipated in an instant.