"Simon!"

Simon's head suddenly collapsed, and several noble playboys who had conspired with him in the carriage hissed and exclaimed at the same time.

Then, the carriage suddenly became silent.

The sound of gunfire, cannons, roars, crossbows and arrows break through the air, and the sound of projectiles flying outside the car disappeared completely. The dead silence that made the heart solidify enveloped the entire car, and all the sounds completely disappeared.

All the colors disappeared.

Everything in the carriage, including the gorgeous clothes of these noble playboys from the imperial capital, lost their color. The whole world completely turned into black and white.

Then, everything around these playboys was slowly decaying and collapsed. It was as if after billions of years of baptism, everything was completely weathered.

The world has become blank, and only a few playboys are standing stiffly in this void black and white world.

The sound of gentle footsteps came, and inexplicable fear was like a cold poisonous snake, slowly lingering on the hearts of these playboys. They widened their eyes, opened their mouths, and were covered in cold sweat. They wanted to hiss and wail for help, but they could not make any sound.

Behind a playboy, a dull and erratic figure slowly appeared.

He covered the playboy's mouth with one hand from behind, held a small blade in his right hand, and gently stroked his neck.

A crisp sound of "swish" was like a sharp paper cutting knife cutting through white paper.

There was an extremely deep and extremely thin crack on the playboy's neck, but no blood was spewed out.

Amid the gentle footsteps, this dull and erratic figure appeared behind another playboy. Another crisp sound was sneered, and the playboy was also covered with his mouth from behind and gently stabbed his neck.

One, two, three...

In the carriage, several noble playboys who had conspired with Simon were each stabbed.

In the process, they were like ducks hanging under the eaves and were dry, stiff and rigid, unable to move at all. They could not resist, could not escape, could not call for help, as if they were in a nightmare.

Then, the surrounding scenes were restored, and countless tiny colorful particles floated up, forming the carriage and forming the various furnishings in the carriage. A subtle sound came from a very far place, and gradually the noisy and messy sound became louder and louder.

Suddenly, the whole world returned to normal.

A thin piece of blood mist was spewing out from the necks of several playboys. Their own blood pressure made blood spurt out from the extremely deep and extremely thin wounds. The blood mist sprayed more than ten feet away, almost evenly applying the entire carriage.

They covered their throats with their hands in despair, and fell to the ground with their bodies twitching, and could not make any sound until they died.

In their perception, they were trapped in the black and white world for at least three or five minutes. The dim and erratic figure took more than a minute before they slowly and methodically killed them one by one.

However, if there were outsiders in the carriage, they could see that these playboys gathered in everything in the moment, exclaiming Simon's name, but the next moment...

Maybe not even a hundredth of a second, only a faint cold light flashed by, their necks were cut open, and large pieces of blood splattered, and they lost their lives in an instant.

The people who attacked them were very fast, extremely fast... like a nightmare, like the most terrifying nightmare in a nightmare... He appeared, harvested his life, and then disappeared without a trace!

Several playboys fell heavily into the carriage, their faces turned dead white, and their eyes turned into turbid grayish white only that only dead fish that had been dead for five or six days had.

If there were clergy from the church present, they would definitely see at a glance that these playboys not only had their lives been harvested, but even their souls were completely destroyed by terrible secret techniques in an instant.

This secret technique of destroying the soul is called "hereth" in the mouths of the clergy of the church!

Qiao looked at the carriage where Simon was just now.

Something must have happened in the carriage. Although he could not see the entire process of the strange assassin harvesting life, in his "scarlet" vision, he saw the scarlet evil spirit suddenly erupting in the carriage like a volcanic eruption.

The strong and solid evil spirit rushed out "slammed" and then turned into a long dragon with a diameter of several feet and rushed towards Qiao.

Death, an incredible death erupts in the carriage!

"These guys are dead!" Qiao suddenly raised his hand, and a sixty-inch caliber shell hit his palm heavily. This was a damn flowering bullet. Before Qiao could even kill it back the same way, the shell exploded in Qiao's palm.

With a loud bang, the fire flooded Qiao's body.

Qiao's white flesh fluctuated violently for a few times. The 60-inch caliber blooming bullets were definitely not as destructive as the one-car-headed destructive force hit by a train car.

The flesh on Qiao's palm trembled, and the white and tender flesh was stained with a layer of black smoke...that's all.

But all his clothes were destroyed, and his clothes and big trousers were blown to pieces. Only a few broken pieces of cloth stuck to him strongly and stubbornly. The pieces of cloth were still burning violently and were burned clean in a few seconds.

Qiao's hair and eyebrows were also burned into chaos by the explosion...

What is annoying is that Joe faced the direction of the shell explosion, he was only burned off the hair on his right half of his head, while his left half was roughly well preserved.

The bare right scalp and the vigorous hair on the left scalp.

Joe raised his hand and touched his weird hairstyle, looked down at his naked body, and couldn't help but growl in anger: "This makes no sense... In Tulum Port, why are Longinus and the church knights not burned their robes by flames?"

At the Golden Anchor Club Department, Joe clearly remembered that in the same battle surrounded by flames, the uniforms of the two Imperial Major Generals were burned clean, while the uniforms of Longinus were not damaged at all.

Even the church knights of the Holy Court under Longineus, many of them also exerted the power of flames.

But their robe was unscathed in the flames!

Lan Mujin stood behind Qiao's side, holding Qiao's coat in his left hand, and a cold light flashed between his five fingers in his right hand, and quietly pinched a poisoned cow hair needle.

Hearing Qiao's complaints and roars, Lan Mujin said in a low voice: "The church's robe is made of rare and extraordinary materials, and is blessed by divine arts and has extremely strong resistance... But this kind of robe is expensive, and no country except the church is willing to be equipped."

"Ha!" Qiao slapped his exposed belly hard, rolled his eyes and said in a strange voice: "No wonder Lieutenant General Otto ran around naked just now... In other words, we must get used to this in the future?"

Lan Mujin laughed dryly: "It's good to get used to it... However, if you are willing to spend a lot of money, you can also customize some clothing from the church... However, the price is very expensive, very expensive!"

Qiao's face shivered for a moment, and he hesitated: "Then, I think about it again. Actually, there is nothing wrong with this, isn't it?"

The Imperial Army Major General on the special train has fought fiercely with the attackers.

The low wolf roars kept rising and falling, and the Imperial Army Major Generals were at a disadvantage in the number of people, but they cooperated with each other in a very tacit way, and they were faintly suppressing the enemy.

Among the attackers, whether it was the burly men covered with yellow light or the ice and snow werewolf flying towards them, they were extremely brave, but they had almost no cooperation, and they were completely a group of mobs.

In the special train, in addition to the thirty extraordinary fifth-level swamp shadow wolf with the rank of major general, there are also two hundred extraordinary fourth-level swamp sword-tooth wolf officers with the rank of colonel and lieutenant colonel.

The train has overturned, and now there are only twenty-three people in the fifth-level combat power, and more than one hundred and seventy people in the fourth-level combat power.

The sound of wolves came one after another, and iron-gray figures were in groups of three or five, just like a pack of wolves hunting in the swamp. Cooperating with the twenty-three major generals of the Imperial Army, nearly forty fifth-level enemies who attacked will be trapped in the middle.

These Imperial Army officers did not seek a final say in the finale to damage the enemy. They just involved the enemy's attention, kept harassing the enemy, constantly dispersing their energy, and occasionally leaving a little insignificant injury on them, causing them to shed some blood...

It is this kind of harassment that makes the invading fifth-level powerful men unpleasant.

In just a few minutes, not far from Qiao, a burly man with yellow light shining all over the body beat an Imperial Army colonel to his mouth and spit blood back dozens of feet, but his head was cut by an Imperial Army major general.

The major general of the Imperial Army who succeeded in one blow was besieged by two enemies of the same level. He was chopped three axes and two hammers in a row. He vomited blood and flew backwards. The two fifth-level enemies who hit him were pierced by a sword and a knife.

Joe stood at the top of the carriage and hissed: "Kill them, ha, kill them!"

In the carriage at Qiao's feet, the doors of small imprisonment cars were closed, and several injured inspectors were lying in the carriage covered in blood and could not move.

All the imperial officers stationed in this carriage have attacked, and deep knocks and insults are constantly heard from the small imprisonment carriage, which are the hysterical screams and insults of the imprisoned playboys.

A ray of cold air swept through the carriage, and stopped slightly outside the door of each imprisonment carriage, and then quickly moved away.

The verbs of the playboys in the car disappeared, and the sound of knocking completely disappeared. Except for the moans of several injured inspectors, there was no other sound in the car.

Qiao, who was standing at the top of the carriage, suddenly lowered his head and looked at the carriage that turned scarlet like a burning soldering iron in the "Scarlet Red" vision.

Death, death, death...

Death and the fear brought about by this turned into scarlet, like a substantial evil spirit rolling out, constantly injecting into Qiao's body.
Chapter completed!