The commissioner trapped in the reception room and the important members of the Suez Canal Company looked at each other. The guards who protected them suddenly burst out. The most terrifying thing was the two arrows shot from tricky angles. The urgent and sharp arrows suddenly made Chen Ang's heart feel a little vigilant. He pressed his right hand on his waist, and one side was slanted like a fan, with a translucent silver light fan with a radius of one sword.

Split the two arrows from the middle into two halves, and the castration was over and landed on the ground.

At this time, the silver sword light in the air dissipated. Only then did the British see clearly that the weapon held by Chen Ang’s right hand was a soft sword with excellent elasticity and could even be wrapped around his waist. The sword light was as clear as water, the sword body was tough, straight and bright in Chen Ang’s hand. No one could imagine that the sword had just been wrapped around Chen Ang’s waist with a relatively large curvature.

"English Longbowman!" Chen Ang looked at the two British soldiers behind the commissioner. The purple-shirted wooden longbow in their hands exposed their identities. This strange body shape with extremely strong upper body and deformation of the chest and back bones is hard to think of the English longbowman who resisted invasion before the British Industrial Revolution and made the invading army on the continent frightened.

But Chen Ang did not expect that this ancient military force was still retained by the British in today's era of advanced thermal weapons.

At this time, the two British soldiers rushed out of the reception room had arrived in front of Chen Ang. Although they were wearing British military uniforms, their yellow skin color and the prominent characteristics of the plateau race all showed that these soldiers were not British. The strange weapons in their hands, like dog legs, even more obvious. These Gurkha warriors who held Nepalese scimitars were the ones who had given the British army a huge blow.

After Britain conquered Gurkha, these Gurkhas hired a large number of warlike Gurkha warriors to participate in the suppression of India's uprising against colonial rule. The Gurkha warriors were strict in discipline, brave and good at fighting, and the physique of the plateau race made them tough in constitutions, believed in Hinduism, advocated ascetic rituals, and gave them a strong will to endure pain.

Two dog-legged scimitars ruthlessly slashed at Chen Ang's vital points. These Gurkha warriors had a very high tolerance for pain and were almost slow to respond to pain. They were skilled in martial arts, and the most important thing was that they were not afraid of death and were often willing to die with their lives. These two Gurkhas were the best selected by the British army.

After some mysterious Hindu rituals, they were proficient in yoga, their bodies were extremely agile, and their strength was extremely strong. Their positive strength was not inferior to those with titles from the vampire. Of course, if the two sides fought hard, the vampire would be the vampire who won the final victory, because the vampire had almost immortal recovery ability.

And the Gurkha warriors are still humans.

The long sword in Chen Ang's hand bent slightly under his capacity. The sword body drew a curve, accumulating elastic dynamic potential energy. The tip of the sword swayed with the bend of the sword body. In Chen Ang's hand, this extremely difficult weapon was as flexible as a vicious poisonous snake. However, when Chen Ang took a step forward, a deep bone-visible scar was cut on the wrists of the two Gurkha warriors.

The dog-legged knife could no longer grasp the castration and escaped from the Gurkha warrior.

The sword light flashed again, and the two men's faces were scratched by the tip of the sword. The scars passed through their eyes and cut the eyeballs under their eyelids in half.

"Ah!" The Gurkha warriors gritted their teeth and endured the severe pain in their eyes. They still wanted to fight again, but Chen Ang had already passed them. The blood clan following behind quickly dragged the two people who had lost their vision. At this time, Chen Ang was only five steps away from the British Commissioner. He stepped on his sword, and the long sword in his hand pulled out like a green dragon in his sleeve, stabbing a British soldier who came up to stop him.

A priest in black next to the British Commissioner pressed his hand on the Bible and recited the Latin scriptures quickly. He crafted Chen Ang on the front of the cross, made of gold and gems inlaid with gems, emitting a dazzling holy light. The blood clan behind Chen Ang groaned, and the skin exposed to the holy light seemed to be burned, falling off and burning.

The other three barefoot black soldiers rushed up quickly. The Maasai people hired by the British from the most warlike tribe in Africa were tall and extremely agile. The spears in their hands were extremely flexible. The three of them cooperated in a row, either in a split or in a joint attack. Some lured the enemy, and some resisted the enemy. The three of them seemed to be one, with three heads and six arms coming, which was unbearable.

If the blood clan is standing here, then when he is attacked by the holy light, he is suddenly attacked by these three people, and even if Hong Fan comes, he will suffer a big loss.

Unfortunately, it is not Hong Fan who stands here.

Chen Ang stretched his left hand down, and a silver p229 pistol in his sleeve fell into his palm. The sword with his right hand trembled like a flower as his wrist trembled, but it was sharp, and could always penetrate the enemy's vital points in a calm manner. At the same time, the left hand shot repeatedly, calmly killing the two longbowmen who pose a faint threat.

He made great strides, and along the way, he blocked the gods and killed the gods, leaving behind corpses on the ground until he came to the British Commissioner.

At this time, the blood clan with holy light on his face behind him had returned to normal. They absorbed the blood lost by the dead people around them and quickly recovered. Several people followed Chen Ang to kill in. The black-clothed priest was still waiting to resist. The cross in his hand was nurturing a fierce counterattack, and Chen Ang cut his neck open.

The neck blood touched a black-clothed blood clan behind Chen Ang, making him crazy, roared, and pounced into the center of the reception room. The face of the Suez company official in the middle changed drastically and shot repeatedly to try to stop it, but his speed was like the wind, and he instantly bullied several people, pinched the necks of two of them, and his blood-energy nails had already pierced into their arteries.

When the British special commissioner saw that Chen Ang was already standing opposite him, he hurriedly shouted: "You can't kill me. I am the hereditary baron of Great Britain. If you kill me, even if you are a blood clan, there will be big trouble. As long as you can let me go, I will inform you of all the opportunities related to the empire!"

Chen Ang's face was just light: "No need, we will get it ourselves!"

He moved aside, a blood-horse baron following him suddenly looked up from his hood, his pale face made him feel a unique evil spirit, but the British special commissioner obviously recognized him and screamed in horror. He screamed like a little girl: "Wingate! Former Commissioner to Egypt Wingate!"

His voice was terrified and a little surprise. Since Wingate was transformed into a blood clan, it was probably the same for his fate. Although he had lost a lot of power and interests in the blood clan, he had at least left one life and could enjoy the life of immortality.

Therefore, when Wingate bit his throat, he had no intention of resisting.

Soon the commissioner turned into a mummy and was thrown on the ground like a garbage dump by Wingate. Wingate knelt on the ground and reported: "Master, I have read his memory and learned about the British plan."
Chapter completed!