Albion·20km level.

District 3.

The divided third battlefield.

The once bustling, vibrant and vibrant neighborhood has now become a scene of ruins.

Traces of destruction are everywhere, broken walls are scattered on the ground, rubble and debris are scattered into a broken puzzle, and the walls of houses have collapsed, leaving only fragmented remains, unable to recognize their former form.

Black smoke lingered over the ruins, filled with a strong burning smell. As the flames engulfed the house, it turned into a piece of scorched earth. The burning flames licked the remaining buildings, and the blazing light illuminated the entire ruins, which was dazzling and desolate.

.

The roads on the street have been destroyed beyond recognition, and the cracked ground reveals bottomless cracks, like a hideous wound. Broken pipes spurt out sewage, forming dirty rivers flowing in the ruins.

Plop~

A headless corpse flashing with electronic sparks fell in front of a young man with blond hair and golden eyes. In his right hand, the blond young man was holding a head of a structure that was also flashing with electric sparks.

Around the blond young man, structural corpses were scattered in every corner of the block. Their bodies were broken into pieces, and the fragments were scattered on the ground, shining with cold metal light. Broken parts and twisted mechanical structures were exposed,

It formed a desolate and terrifying scene, with electronic sparks flickering on the corpse, and a magical light jumping in the darkness.

"The last one."

Xia Xiu, who was wearing a [Kaomoji mask], slowly lifted up the still active mechanical head in his hand. As he lifted it up, his right hand began to be covered in bloody steam.

"You should have uploaded the battle data to the [Round Table Memory Center] section. Maybe the engineering section of [Section Thirteen] is looking at me."

Xia Xiu turned his head upside down and let the mechanical eye on it point at himself. His action was as if what he was holding was not a head, but a camera for taking selfies, and he was focusing the camera and using it.

It can take pictures of yourself more clearly.

"Hello everyone."

The blond young man's warm and brilliant laughter came out from behind the mask, and the expression on his mask looked like this at this time:

(????)??

After saying hello, the blood-colored steam on the right hand holding the head expanded to an extreme, and then the terrifying blood-colored steam turned into an astonishing wave.

[Blood Fighting Technique·Strong Skull Crushing!]

Peng!

The mechanical head in the hands of the blond young man was directly crushed into pieces.

After doing all this, Xia Xiu looked up at the ruins of the Third District. The people here had torn apart the cheap goods created through the [Big Magic Circuit] long after he bombed the Dennis Theater.

The teleportation scroll was transferred to [Tidal Refuge].

Looking at the burning neighborhood, Xia Xiu subconsciously pressed the [Kaomoji Mask] on his face, then turned his head nonchalantly and looked elsewhere.

The people who blew up this place were Dennis Circus' temporary hired performer 'Kid' and several other weirdos wearing masks, but they had nothing to do with him.

"By now, Broly and Turs should have been resolved, and Lando El-Melloi should also start his performance according to the script I envisioned..."

Thinking of this, the golden eyes of the blond young man revealed an inexplicable meaning.

"Truth can disorient people and lose its original meaning. This happened in the past and it does so now."

*********

Another collapsed street corner in District 3.

The second divided battlefield.

"Cough cough cough...monster,...don't...don't come..."

During the day, the old-looking Cappadocia Ruskin was struggling painfully on the ground. His chest was covered with many sharp wooden thorns. Those wooden thorns were like devil's claws, penetrating through his chest.

The skin penetrated deeply into his chest.

Blood dripped down the surface of the wooden thorns, like a bright red waterfall, outlining a horrifying picture.

At this moment, Ruskin only felt a suffocating pain coming from his internal organs. Every breath brought him severe pain. His body was constantly spasming due to fear and pain, and his eyes were filled with endless pain.

and despair.

In front of him, the berserker who resisted the "Puncture Fortress" walked towards him with wounds all over his body. At the same time, the other party was slowly pulling out the cross spear that penetrated his abdomen - that was the last core blood energy of the vampire's burning.

His strongest blow was also his last counterattack.

Ruskin originally thought that one blow would kill the terrifying beast on the other side. However, his desperate struggle and the huge wound he inflicted on the opponent seemed to stimulate hormones, making the beast in front of him even more excited.

At that moment.

The inner destruction and killing of the berserker reached its peak, and the roar full of madness and excitement echoed throughout the neighborhood. When the vampire heard this roar, he instantly fell into madness.

Subsequently, the vampire and the berserker had the most simple and wild battle among beasts.

[Master Incarnation] and [Soul] sway all their spirituality, distort the benchmark of reality, collide with each other, and never stop.

Only when the spirituality of one completely devours the spirituality of the other, and the distortion of one devours the distortion of the other, will they stop colliding.

The berserker and the vampire are like two instinctive beasts, fighting and wrestling together.

Kill and shed blood!

The two of them were dominated by the pure intention to kill, and under the "Oath of Beowulf", they began the most brutal fight to the death.

Finally, when Ruskin recovered from his wild madness, he had become an old man with a desolate look.

The wooden thorns were tightly fixed in his chest, making it impossible for him to escape from this torture. The light of day shone on his pale skin, burning his body and soul like a flame.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! And he couldn't help but uttered the words just now to the oncoming beast.

The fierce fighting just now has pleased the purest and crazy destructive desire in Broly's heart. Although his expression at the moment looks terrifying and abnormal, compared with the pure beast-like posture before, his current appearance is undoubtedly good.

Too many.

Broly, who was holding the [Cross Execution], had now arrived in front of the struggling Cappadocia Raskin. He looked down at his enemy from a high position.

Unlike any previous enemy, Cappadocia Ruskin also maintained resistance when facing death, but the opponent's resistance was so fierce, and he was so resistant to the disappearance of life.

"I...can't die yet..."

Ruskin's original clear vision was gradually shrouded by a layer of mist, and the outline of the scenery gradually blurred, losing its clear boundaries. The colors also became dim, and the world became gray and hazy. The light weakened in his eyes, and through the haze

His vision was dim and dull. He could not accurately identify the objects and figures around him, only blurred outlines and blurred colors.

He tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to maintain a clear vision, but his vision became increasingly blurry, as if separated by a veil.

Cappadocia Ruskin's senses gradually receded, and his body was no longer able to perceive the world around him. He fell into a vague state of existence and lost direct perception of the outside world.

His memory seemed to be pulled back to that summer in the past.

The clear blue sky in the countryside and the drowsy summer, and...

"Nias..."

Poof——

The sharp object pierced the fragile throat, cutting off the vampire's last words and beautiful memories.

"The wicked are not like this; they are like chaff that the wind drives away."

Broly whispered slowly, and the cross spear in his hand began to gradually collapse and shatter.

Cappadocia Ruskin, execution completed.

*******

Near the Dennis Theater.

The first battlefield of partition.

"No!!!"

The huge iron maiden suddenly opened, and an ugly and embarrassed woman fell out. She knelt down on the cold ground. Her trembling body could not bear the pain in her heart. She clutched her chest tightly with both hands, and her tears were like broken threads.

It rolled down like beads and landed on her pale cheek, intertwined with her cries.

The sound was like heart-rending wails. The vampire's face was twisted in pain, and her tears and saliva intertwined to form a flowing river of sadness. Her lips turned purple from crying, as if they were driven by the power of the wail.

eroded.

Cappadocia Nias was full of despair at this moment, and she kept mumbling like a madman.

"Brother...my love...my everything..."

Cappadocia Nias should not have acted so insanely, and actually ran away from the shelter of the [Bloody Iron Maiden] during the battle. This was undoubtedly a fatal mistake.

The reason why she behaved in such a demented manner was naturally because she sensed that her brother's life had disappeared.

At that moment, her heart was occupied by pain, which penetrated every cell and could not be forgotten or forgotten.

Nias raised her ferocious head and looked at the two [Masters] who were fighting with [Bathory Elizabeth] with resentful eyes.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!!!"

Hatred made her regain some sense. She stood up shakily again, and the huge metal cabinet behind her once again spread its arms, ready to embrace its master again.

"Madam, this is not a third-rate picture book battle scene. A mistake on the battlefield can really cost you your life."
To be continued...