Immediately afterwards, a piece of sharp gun blade was penetrated from behind his neck without any warning...

When the last threads merged, the iron spear, which was more than two meters long, was completed in the hands of the hand of the iron spear.

Lift your eyes.

Then, it's over.

There is no way to see the puncture process.

But even a flash of lightning that was difficult to measure even for a moment, came forward, and then blood gushed like a spring.

This is the perfection of fire and the realm of transformation, without a single thorn!

"Next!"

Before the centurion's body fell, the gray knight stared at the disturbed opponents and suddenly said considerately: "Forget it...you, let's get on together!"

Just as if they were afraid that they would not agree, the knight stepped on a pool of blood and moved forward, and the cold guns rubbed against the stone and iron, and sparks were cracked in the high-pitched and sharp sound.

It was like galloping, pushing the gun forward, straight forward.

Toward your opponents.

From the raised muzzles, between the cracks between dozens of bullets, suddenly, roaring and roaring!

The iron spear on the ground bounced up like a snake, and fell into his hands with his rush. Then, it waved itself, flew forward, and entered the crowd straight.

In the wailing and hissing, it continues to penetrate!

And at that moment, the original photo, as if flying against the ground, was already close. One hand, holding the centurion's sword, and the other hand pulled out the dagger from the sheath at the waist.

Go forward, launch!

Beheading!

Before the blood could be sprayed out, the gray-clothed knight had already stepped on the shoulders of the dead, and flew up and fell into the crowd. After discarding the sword in his hand, he pulled out another dagger and headed to both sides.

Spread.

The harvest begins.

The array, which was already heavily guarded in just a few seconds, has now become the Cauldron of Death.

In the boiling disturbance, blood colors like foam and water splashes constantly splashing, sprinkling on the walls and the earth.

Stepping on the corpse under his feet, Yuan Zhao walked forward, pierced the dagger in his right hand into the face of the blocker, and with his backhand, took off the weapon in his hand, aimed it around, and pulled the trigger.

It is as powerful as a bamboo shoot.

After the riots ended in just over a dozen seconds, the entire corridor fell into silence again.

Only crisscrossing corpses were left, spreading all over the ground, and blood was constantly flowing out, spreading, turning into streams.

Just at the end of the corpse, a line of scarlet footprints continued to extend forward.

Finally, he threw down the cracked dagger in his hand.

Yuan Zhao pushed open the door in front of him.

In the office behind the door, the crowd was panicked and screamed. The noisy sound made people's eardrums hurt.

Yuan Zhao frowned, looked around, and suddenly asked, "Who is the leader?"

For a moment, everyone subconsciously looked at the back, where a pale middle-aged man stared wide, his lips stammered, and he opened his mouth to speak.

"I have something for you."

The original photo said.

He reached out and pulled out his pistol from the holster under his ribs, pointed it at the unimpressed face, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Amid the echoing loud noise, the gift was delivered.

Yuan Zhao took a step back, threw down a grenade, closed the door, turned around and left.

Behind him, his subordinates splashed gasoline in an orderly manner, arranged explosives, and cleared the residue. Finally, sparks were lit, and roars burst out in the diffuse flame light.

It was like a dying roar of a giant beast.

The tall buildings collapsed, and as the tremor of the arrogant earth trembled, countless smoke and dust rolled up.

The loud noise echoed, like a loud sound of cannons echoing above the sky of the Holy Capital.

In the brief stagnation, all the pupils of watching were wide open in disbelief, witnessing the fall of the Central Guard again, at a loss.

"It's a lawyer!"

In the dead silence, the terrified person cried out: "It must be a lawyer!"

"I saw it with my own eyes, it's a lawyer!"

The man who fled back from the ruins gasped, couldn't calm down, and cried: "The lawyer is back!"

The moment the cursed name was pronounced, everyone fell into silence, and involuntarily, took a step back and couldn't breathe.

But then, what emerged in my heart was unprecedented excitement and excitement.

Soon, everyone clearly saw that in just a few days, the flag belonging to the lawyer slowly rose from the ruins of the guard station.

So, those empty pupils gradually lit up.

Show off, the brilliance of the beast...

I couldn't help but show a smile of expectation.

Those wonderful days, again, are back!

"Transfer lawyer..."

"Transfer lawyers!"

"Transfer lawyer!!!"

This name emerged in the forgotten corners again, spreading in every corner of the capital at a terrifying speed, in whispers, in fanatical shouts, in secret radio waves and calls.

It was as if an inaudible horn was blown.
Chapter completed!