"Get out!" Bret roared.

He instinctively shook his body, and used his left hand to try to pull away the body of the "blood wind" like a sticky gummy.

Because the two of them were too close to each other, Brett could not use the "White Bear Card" pistol to shoot, and he could not immediately take out some of the cold weapons he had used before.

"Of course I can't get away. After all, I finally found a small shortcoming of my huge body. Brother Brett, your flexibility will be affected after all, and you cannot use firearm weapons. Besides, you have no magic power, so now you can only passively be fooled and bound by me."

The voice of "Blood Wind" was very soft, trying to release a kindness to Brett, trying to take advantage of his panic to affect his thinking and induce him.

This is a common skill among the lost, after all, humans are fragile, weak, and weak.

In the great wasteland world, pure humans have neither powerful magic power that can touch the gods, nor have the ability to influence their thinking, such as [Joker], [Teducator], [Fraudster], etc.

They just rely on generations of ideals, inspiration, and courage to explore and take risks to achieve great people, step by step, struggle to improve everything in the steam era, and then explore the future of the electrical era, and ultimately created a huge scientific system dominated by great steam mechanics and electrical science.

During this period, physicists and mathematicians provide basic research ideas, steam scientists and mechanical experts conduct specific construction and operation, and upper imperial scholars and nobles promote to ensure that funds and personnel are arranged in place. Finally, the imperial citizens who manipulate them one by one and use them all work hard for the prosperity of the steam era.

Most of the pure humans do not believe in gods, and they do not recognize the existence of the Savior.

Human beings believe that only themselves can save themselves. Even in the wasteland era where the "unintentional" virus is raging, in the New Yuan era, human beings will not actively rely on mysterious and extraordinary power and will not pray for the arrival of miracles.

They believe that if they wish to exist, it will definitely be controlled by humans, thereby saving this world struggling in blood and darkness.

If hope is erratic, it must be the realm of the dead forever, and they believe that even hope itself may disappear in the mysterious eternity.

Brett looked embarrassed as he shook his body hard, and his left hand kept slapping his body without any purpose.

Even though the bright red blood in the body no longer overflows, the sequential monster "MB-105: Misilian Blood Drop" has already used its ability to strengthen Brett's physical fitness, improve his physical functions, heal wounds in a short period of time, stimulate the secretion of body hormones related to combat, and strengthen it in the spiritual field to avoid most mental invasions.

This is the unique ability it gives to Brett, and it is also the "extraordinary power" obtained by Brett, a descendant of the Crane family who is a purely human and "divine" who has a firm belief in fighting the lost and the unintentional ones.

Even so, due to the difference in strength and body shape, Bret was restrained by "Blood Wind" and could only passively watch him pierce the sharp little tiger teeth into the blood vessels on his neck under the influence of the magic power of the "Blood Wind".

After sucking two mouthfuls of blood, enduring the tingling sensation from the neck and a slightly lingering sense of exhaustion, Brett finally found a corresponding strategy in the fighting skills he learned in the training of Kusha and Socra.

After all, in the wasteland, the Empire [Warrior] generally learns guns more than any fighting skills. Without the relief of the No. 13 and No. 16 potions, fighting with unintentional people is the worst option. Even the lower-level warriors at the Silver Blade level know how to protect their lives and avoid making any unnecessary sacrifices.

So, it was not until this time that Brett suddenly roared like a beast as if he was bound and angry.

Feeling the vibration transmitted to his back from Brett's chest, the "blood wind" that was close to him was temporarily "confused" by Brett, who was full of personality and physical charm. He hesitated to feel the vibration for a second or two, and actually forgot to make further attacks.

Taking advantage of the brief space of the fight leader, Brett tightened the muscles in his body. The blood vessels under his powerful body with a low body fat rate suddenly emerged, looking extremely powerful.

At the same time, he temporarily threw away the "Crazy Bear" pistol, held the relatively thin "Blood Wind" legs with both hands, and fell back heavily.

Dong!

The power emitted by the huge body caused a brief shock to the ground.

This power that obviously surpassed the limits of humanity even surprised Brett himself.

If it were in cities such as Sogla and Zhnetsk, those geologists would even think that a small earthquake occurred, leaving a "strong mark" in the "Imperial Meteorological Record".

Even the power bursting out of Brett's tense muscles was transmitted to the ground through the body of the "blood wind", causing the dust that was close to pure black to rise and spread outward, forming a circle of smoke and dust with a rich rotten and dry atmosphere.

Feeling the palm of the hand and the clingy body that had just left, Brett quickly rolled forward, picked up the "White Bear Card" pistol, half-squatted into the gun chamber, and aimed at the "Blood Wind" head.

The "Blood Wind" caught off guard by the sudden attack did not have time to surge the magic power in his body. Moreover, Brett's human blood could not bring him more power.

Even those mixed with "Sun-Sacrificing Flowers" and "Abyss Mandala" that permeate Brett's body, and some poisons that cause anesthetic substances make the "Blood Wind" feel further trance, and there is a numbness in the corner of the mouth, as if they have eaten a "candy" that seems to be able to beat.

Therefore, he did not make any protective moves, and he stood upright with the Lost's semi-steel solid body to resist the impact.

Seeing the "Blood Wind" eyes wide open, the red part protruding out, almost exploding by internal pressure, and his arms and legs unconsciously hung on the ground and twitched slightly. The corners of his mouth were still spraying out without restraint, and he vomited mixed with blood, acid, and some white burning substances.

Bret simply stood up straight, and took two steps backwards smoothly, then looked around to observe the energy field and whether the surrounding red winds were inclined to fade or even silence.

But it is obvious that the red wind is still blowing sharply, and the world of dark and red intertwined even seems deeper and dim, which is shocking.

Even a few seconds later, Brett actually discovered that "flowers" composed of flames suddenly appeared in this energy field.

The bottom is light blue, burning, and the upper part is intertwined with red and dim yellow, but it seems to be compressed by something, quickly turning from "flowers" into square existence.

"There are 12 flames in total. Could it be that this lost person, "Blood Wind", is going to activate his final skill and engage in the final desperate battle? I want to seize the opportunity." Brett thought in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly pulled the trigger of the "White Bear Card" pistol and chose to fire.

Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch!

Bret fired all the remaining bullets in the barrel in a row. This one is similar to the "Crazy Bear" pistol series, which is equivalent to its sister "White Bear" pistol, which has great power, so it has shortcomings in the storage of ammunition.

Including Wright, its users often need to adopt a strategy of killing one shot, which can be solved by two shots, and try not to fire a third shot.

Brett, who is familiar with the magazine "Imperial Firearms" and is proficient in using various firearms, naturally knows this.

Therefore, when the shooting was completed, he did not have time to check the "Blood Wind" lying on his back on the ground and twitched, but threw away the pistol and pulled out the "Kusha Blade" hidden at his ankle before the "Site Hunter" had time to search and take away.

The silver bullets have produced some effects. At least this series of pistols are unquestionable in terms of power. They can not only penetrate steel plates, but also have the strong metal hearts of the unintentional and the loser, but also have a certain small explosion ability after hitting the target.

Although the effect is sometimes unchanged and not very stable, at least when Bret looked at it with his green eyes again, half of the tuxedo that looked very expensive with the sound of "Blood Wind" turned into rags, and even the relatively intact part had several small holes with burning breath.

The "blood wind" is exposed, which is white and delicate, as if it has been well maintained by animal fat and precious medicines. The skin with a light blue light has lost its epidermal skin, and the exposed one is constantly beating, like a water pump to continuously transport blood to all parts of the body.

Seeing this, Brett was not in a hurry to come forward to check the situation. After all, the lost and the unintentional people with a small amount of wisdom often use "fake death" to deceive humans. If those empires who lack experience are eager to obtain scorching liquid or other spoils, they usually lose all their combat power as long as they are cut by the sharp part of their bodies, which is not worth the loss.

Thinking of this, Bret bent his strong thighs under his tactical trousers stained with black substances and viscous blood. He clutched the "Kusha Blade" in his right hand and made a standard defense move with a dagger. He clenched his fist with his left hand and aimed his arm flat in front, so as to achieve relatively complete defense as possible.

The gloss of the silver-white "Kusa Blade" will not emit in the dim place, but instead reflect the gloomy feeling of the pure black field.

But a few seconds later, Bret felt that the dagger, which was about 30 cm in length, was actually jumping slightly, as if he was afraid of something, and seemed to be impulsively trying to launch an attack.

He looked up slightly and focused his gaze on the "blood wind" in front of him.

He was surprised to find that the body of "Blood Wind" no longer trembled, but became stiff and softer.

As his throat made a drowning sound, his body suddenly stood up, like a well-trained martial artist in the Fire Empire, bounced up from the ground like a "kung fu", twisting his somewhat stiff and painful body.

"Celebrity! Sweet! Delicious! Our three churches of the Lost have not seen such pure humans for a long time. Brother Brett, I decided that I don't want to kill you. You are not worthy of facing death. You cannot meet the Lord of the Underworld, the Lord, or the Great Creator."

"I think they will be amazed at your perseverance, your efforts, and your unique personal charm. If you are the loser, you may be able to see four sequence cores: "pain", "hope", "fight" and "abandonment" in your limited life. Then rely on the "divine nature" of the Klein family, you may not be "confused". But you will definitely be able to break through the shackles brought to us by the sequence core and become the existence of that demigod." "Blood Wind" said in a gloomy and seductive voice.

It seems that he is officially throwing an olive branch to Brett.

"To put it in an old proverb from the Putoya Federation, the current situation is that 'dice has been thrown', and the Imperial soldiers cannot surrender to the loser. And I think it is yours, and under such circumstances, he has invested so much silence, and I believe that he will not let go easily." Bret said with a gloomy face and frown.

He further clamped the "Kusha Man" and tightened his muscles in his body, making the final preparations for the battle.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I think it is really not necessary to delay the matter that can be ended with one blow. What kind of monster, what kind of poison, what kind of gun, if I were willing to give up 30% of my life just now to release hidden power to transform you, there would be no such twists and turns. Brett..." "Blood Wind" suddenly looked up, staring at Brett with pure red eyes, and murmured:

"Brother, it's a good choice to become a blood clan like me. And there is also a person on the mechanical chariot behind you who has multiple auras of blood clan and the lost. I probably hope to church too. Why not join us and become an existence like us."

"What?" Brett asked.

Immediately afterwards, the questioning instantly turned into a scream and horror at the power.

A bright storm of blood surged around the body of the "blood wind" in front of him, wrapping him tightly in it.

A few seconds later, a pair of bat-like wings grew on his back, with a green and obvious fascia. Under the stimulation, it caused obvious changes in the surrounding airflow.

Then, he held the "Sword of Ashes" in his hand and attacked Bret at a speed that surpassed the peak of most lost people in the Sunneth Empire.

puff!

Before Bret could react, the long sword penetrated his wide chest and bursts of bright blood oozed out.

Brett did not struggle. He obviously felt his physical strength passing rapidly. The "Kusa Blade" in his hand fell on the ground with the passage of power, making a crisp "bang" sound.

puff!

"Blood Wind" pulled out the man from Kusha. At the same time, two thick, flesh-colored blood vessels extended out of his neck, which were directly connected to Brett's wound.

"Brother Brett, I will make up for the power you overdrawn to humans, and the power of the 'Misinian Blood Drop' will be suppressed by me to help you suppress it in the depths of your soul. Immediately, some burning liquid, and one-third of my blood will flow into your blood vessels. You have to learn to bear it, you have to learn to accept it. Oh, no, you can only be forced to accept it."

"I thought about it again. Now I really want you alone. I will pour this bottle of ‘Convert A-01’ potion into your mouth later. There may be some side effects, so you have to endure it."

As he said that, "Blood Wind" surged the magic source power belonging to the wind in his body. After a second, accompanied by the rotation of light, a bottle of bottle looks ordinary and in a glass state, and the internal liquid is in a fiery red magic source potion appeared in his hands.

Then, he forcibly opened Brett's mouth, which had lost most of his consciousness, and endured the sour and bloody "charming" smell, and poured it straight into Brett's mouth.

When Brett's eyes suddenly opened, a red light shone in his eyes, and then quickly closed, the "Blood Wind" showed a pretentious smile.

He continued to wrap two blood vessels around Brett and lifted it into the air.

Then, the twelve square flames that Brett had just seen quickly floated in front of him. After mechanical arrangement and combination, it formed a portal filled with twisted red, purple and yellow chaotic lights intertwined.

"Okay...well...left. My mission... is completed!" He seemed to think of something when he held Brett with his tentacles and tried to step into the door with his right foot.

Then, he retracted the magic source power blessed on the "Ash Sword" and turned it back into the state of iron chains.

He looked at Oliver on the demonic branches again. He waved his left hand gently, and the iron chains that bound Oliver back to his hand, and once again returned to the state of floating arms surrounding him with red "dyes".

"You seem to want a variant of the 'converting agent', "enhanced agent'. This bottle of 'enhanced C-01' is what I hope the main cardinal of the church will give it to you. Thank you for your unintentional 'help' me."

"Blood Wind" said with a smile, throwing the sticky, black and purple potion to Oliver's ears lying on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he manipulated Bret with his blood vessels and stepped into the teleportation door leading to the station of the Dark Night Church in the silent highlands.

Half a minute later, the red wind dissipated, and the black "Dark Forest" did not change its original color.

However, as Oliver struggled to get up with sleepy eyes, he heard the crows chirping.
Chapter completed!