Chapter 671: Fatal trap (middle)

"You have suffered tonight, monster."
Bosco said to the darkness that he was still turning and searching for the target.
"I think you should be a little tired, after killing so many kids."
Quietly gasped.
"More--"
Bosco turned his pistol slowly, his fingers ready to pull the trigger at any time.
"I Xunsi can bathe your blood tonight."
"On your left!"
The nerve boy suddenly shouted.
Dalian Chang twisted his body and opened fire, what did he hear, did he really hit? Hit the other party?
"On your right!"
Bosco turned around again and fired two shots. The nerve boy shrank under a scroll to interpret the darkness and detect the attacker's actions.
"What now?"
Dalian Chang said angrily:
"Where is he? You can't get out from under the table to help!"
"Behind you!"
The nerve boy roared again.
Ok turned quickly, but he was not fast enough. The missed blow made him fall to the ground, the pistol flew out of his palm and slid aside along the floor.
"hide!"
Bosco hurriedly turned sideways, and the claws that appeared out of nowhere suddenly swung down, cutting the floor he had just laid into pieces.
He crawled forward with his hands and feet, reaching for his gun.
"No! Keep hiding!"
The nerve boy's voice urged him again.
Dalian Mayor rolled to the side again, and the claws came one after another. He almost climbed onto a dead taxi soldier. Posco, who had nothing to do, pulled the saber out of the body's neck in anxiety.
"Left! Left!"
"Let's be real! Don't just use your mouth!"
Posco chopped to the left with a blood-stained blade, once, twice.
"front!"
Bosco waved another knife, and this time he felt some shock through the hilt.
Black blood drops splashed on the floor, and he left a wound that caused damage to the opponent, just like Auguste.
"Rear right!"
Nervous reminders are not always so timely.
Posco turned around, putting all his strength in this knife, and immediately felt the heavy saber bounce off his claws.
The stainless steel cast in the waste city blocked the shadow claws in a burst of sparks. Dalian Mayor responded immediately after parrying, then waved a knife aimlessly, trying to force the monster away.
He pretended to the left, then cut into the darkness on the right, and waved a knife forward.
"Why don't you talk, Dika! Where is he?"
"There, on your left!"
The nerve boy shouted, pointing at the darkness in the darkness uselessly.
Pocos slashed to the left. He could smell some kind of stench in the dark, a fiery rage.
It was a filthy smell, like a sick beast, which seemed to be fighting a dying owner in a cave.
"Left, now!"
"See it!"
Pocos roared violently and waved his blade.
He hit again, he could feel it.
"Did I cut you?"
He gently turned the saber in his hand and asked the darkness with a provocative tone.
"Are you bleeding?"
In response to a head-on blow, Pocos was knocked to the ground. He tried to recover his mind in dizziness, and his mouth was full of blood.
"Damn—"
He could hear Dika shouting his name, letting him dodge, but he couldn't sort his mind.
Then he seemed to be kicked in the abdomen with a heavy kick and rolled out on the floor of the memorial hall. He had no arms in his hands and no air in his lungs.
Dalian Chang spit out blood.
He lay on the edge of the memorial hall, bathed in a strange light from the nervous boy.
Dika was hiding next to him, breathless, they seemed to be close at hand, but in fact they were far away from the sky, this guy's cowardice made Pocos want to kill him.
However, Dika's ability is very special, and his aggressiveness is indeed not strong.
Still have to rely on yourself.
Pocos tried to get up.
Everything became still. He heard the Yin image panting like a jump. He could perceive something looking down at him beside him. The tips of the slender claws slowly and gently crossed the breastplate, ready work hard.
"Yes, I'm bleeding."
A near-death-like voice said softly:
"But not as much blood as you bleed, Ok."
Pocos tightened his body, ready to meet death.
The roaring claws pressed against his head.
Suddenly, a hand covered with armor pulled his left arm and pulled it violently. Its strength was extremely large. He was pulled to the side, so the black knight's beheading completely deviated from the target.
Pocos raised his head to see who joined the battle and saved him.
But there are only three people here: Pocos, the shadow of the attacker and the neurotic boy.
Dika was holding Pocos's left hand tightly, the air was cool, it smelled completely different, and the sound around him also changed.
It turned out that he was no longer in the memorial hall, he was lying outside the garden of the memorial hall.
"Dika?"
"I can't explain..."
They turned around and looked back. A tall, smiling shadow was staring at them from the darkness of the memorial hall. It was Bruce who had taken his prey.
He reached out a clawed hand and tried to reach out the door~EbookFREE.me~ but some kind of force trapped him inside, although Pocos moved here, Bruce couldn't.
Dika's special ability is to be able to create an invisible cage, and its strength is so strong that even Beiruf is amazed. He is also one of the few neurons with little attack ability. Only the blood axe is willing to accept his special talent.
"You are really unpredictable..."
Bruce hissed, spitting between the black teeth.
"What is going on, how is it done?"
"I think I can catch you."
The neuroboy answered very directly.
"The ability without logic is the same as your existence!"
The Black Knight roared, and his corpse-like skinny, slender figure was a sign of death.
"Come back now and let me kill you."
"I'm not so stupid as farts, I can't beat you again."
The nerves of the nerve boy made Posco want to give him a shot, but given that he saved his life, this shot will be left to Xiami.
"Furthermore, when I think about it, you will have more urgent things to worry about right away."
Behind Bruce, two pairs of doors to the west and south suddenly opened, and light flooded into the memorial hall.
The warlord stood in the south porch, holding a sharp blade in his hand, surrounded by a large group of heavy bodyguards. They were armed with weapons enough to wipe out the entire memorial hall, and even the nerve boy heard the roar of the engine of the dirty car tank.
"Go back."
Beirut said to his men that anger emanated from him like a haze.
"This is I."
"Oh--"
Bruce looked back and grunted. He raised his claws, which were slenderly exaggerated, and thoughtfully pulled the corner of his left mouth.
"interesting."