Vol 2 Chapter 319: Desperate turn

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The rising sun as usual spread the sunlight on this blood-soaked ruin, and also illuminated dozens of flat and sharp swords.
Some of them are huge and heavy, some are light and paired, or they are clustered with sharp thorns, or their teeth are interlaced.
They may have their own different effects. The thick alloy body is filled with wisdom and force that does not belong to this world, and can burst out a variety of powers.
But now they can only quietly accept the baptism of the sun.
Because they were bitten by the wounds they opened or smashed open, they couldn't move, and no one dared to move them.
Just like the so-called star war gods facing the owner of the wound, they were facing the warm sun at this moment, but they felt the biting cold in their bodies. They fought but did not dare to move.
It was all because of the demon with his back facing the rising sun and his body "grown" with weapons.
They seemed to have forgotten the task they had on their backs, they just wanted to escape from the front of the royal demon and ascend to heaven. They didn't want any glorious honor or tens of thousands of wealth now.
Because they saw things more terrifying than death, those things lay on the ground behind the devil.
Some people even wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy in order to survive, but the exoskeleton armor in the silver-gray clothes interlayer did not allow them to do such a humiliating thing. However, they did not dare to attack, so they stood frozen in their original position. On the ground, cold sweat poured on his face, teeth biting his lip to avoid trembling and knocking.
"How did you stop?"
The demon didn't seem to feel the desperate atmosphere in the air, and he spread out a palm and asked questioningly. At its feet, a member of the starship crew who had been covered in blood stained with silver gray was holding his ulcerated body "hoho". Neck, crawling forward with both elbows at the same time, his eyes looked at his former comrades-in-arms, with a look of help.
But who would dare to save him?
The lower part of the body turned into fleshy bones, the internal organs in the abdominal cavity dragged behind and some were even squirming. The throat and voice were picked off by the devil and played in his hands. He is now a corpse with remnants of soul, unable to survive and temporarily unable to die. .
"Does anyone dare to go? Killing a target is very boring, you technicians must understand this feeling."
Langren scanned the remaining people in the early tens, and under his eyes, no one dared to look directly at him.
"Oh, it seems that you are tired. Let's take a break. You can rest as long as you want. If you are ready, you can take a step back and forth. I can start anytime."
Langren lost the throat in his hand and glanced down, put his head on a concrete pier in a certain cement gap behind him, and then took off the weapons on his body one by one and banged. After piled up next to him, he sat down on his head, then folded his left leg and right leg leisurely shaking his ankle, and then played with the weapon in his hand.
When you are ready, take a step back and forth. Obviously these people are not allowed to move!
Torture, torture thoroughly.

"Is the royal new power so terrifying?"
"This... even if it is A-level ministers, one-on-one will not take advantage of it, and one may be killed by accident."
"If the main force behind the royal clan also has such ghosts, then I will fart, and the fight will be for nothing!"
"What are you talking about! Is this what you should say?"
"Then tell me how do you want to fight? Are you going? Or is it dead?"
"We have so many powerful equipment..."
"Is it comparable to a star boat? They are all large-scale attack firepower, and they burn themselves before the royal family fall? This is on our own land! Moreover, it is still uncertain whether it is effective."
In the central inland of Liaofengzhou, a fierce battle of debate was staged in the command headquarters full of people.
Just when one of them was about to be angered by the other's frustrating words, two coincident coughs interrupted.
The left sideburns are frosty white, the face is thin and long with a beard, the cold light in his eyes is not angry and majestic, and the momentum of blood rushing does not match the wrinkles carved from time on his face.
He is an A-level pinnacle superpower, the supreme commander of the Order Barracks.
Sitting across from him was a bald and greasy middle-aged man with a blessed posture. His momentum was comparable to him. He was wearing an orange-patterned white uniform and was the exclusive uniform of the official Supreme Prosecutor Commander.
"Chen Molan, is this the attitude of your procuratorate? You don't want to win in the face of foreign enemies, but you say such frustrating words to hurt the military?"
Chen Molan took out a white but yellowed handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the greasy sweat on his shiny forehead, and squinted with a smile:
"Well, young people, you can't hold back your temper when you encounter setbacks. It's normal, and it's not like our old fried dough sticks that we walked by in big waves,"
It seemed that he was tired, he paused and called out his subordinates who had just been arguing below.
"Apologize to the Order Barracks and Commander Huang. This is a strategy of mocking Fengzhou's survival. Don't say that."
It seemed that the commanding officer, who looked like a big belly, was very prestigious. The prosecutor who was still arguing just now pursed his lips and bowed and apologized to everyone in the Order Barracks.
It was just a beating on the young man, Commander Huang snorted and stopped talking.
"Hey, although young people are impatient, they will look more at the places we once saw, but now we can't see, but now we need more methods now, I don't know..."
Chen Molan slowly wiped the grease and sweat on his face, squinting his eyes gently just now and slowly opening a gap, his gaze pierced from the pair of small eyes to the commander white beard on the opposite side, "Commander Huang Yuyan can Is there any coup to solve the royal family of Chu Luo?"
Commander Huang wasn't the first day to deal with this smiling fat tiger. Facing the coercion from the other side, he didn't have any offensive attitude, because this was the immediate urgent need.
"Cooperating for so many years, how many cards I have in my hand, and how many cards are in your hand, don't we count them?"
Commander Huang responded faintly, and then glanced at the center of the two sides. The screen projected high in the air was the scene of Langren sitting on a human head bench, staring at a group of wooden people.
"Then what he meant, the acting he said had nothing to do with your order barracks? Eh, how did I hear that your order barracks have recruited quite a few ugly people as soldiers."
"You mean I'm lying to you?"
"Where and where, you can really be joking. Who and who are we two? I just mean that the order barracks are probably not in your hands. I am worried about you."
"Let’s stop talking cold words, do you think your Procuratorate is just one piece? In the first half of the year, we thought how much B-level and A-level combat power was lost in various accidents. Now every continent is hard to protect itself. We laugh at Fengzhou even more so. Groups of ghosts are waiting for us to send A-level and S-level rescue fields..."
Before Commander Huang finished speaking, he was taken over by the bald fat man opposite. He wasn't very angry, but the more the other party said, the more angry he got.
"That way they can just tear up the treaty. At that time, we laugh at Fengzhou at the loss of top-level combat power, and the speed of the fall will be greatly accelerated. Instead, we are the one who absolutely cannot use high-level force..."
"It's really bullying too much!!!"
Hearing this, he slammed a fist on the desktop, and the white hair on his head automatically followed with anger.
Chen Molan did not attack each other again, because at this moment they seemed to be in desperate situation.
You obviously have the ability, the means, and the abilities, but because of countless things that must be passed, you can only watch that thing slowly happen.
This kind of powerlessness is the most painful.
At this moment, a slight buzzing sound spread to the center of the hall.
Commander Huang glanced at Chen Molan.
Chen Molan didn't care, because this was a special plane communication for an emergency by the Procuratorate.
"what happened?"
"Commander, someone... wants to talk to you."
"conversation?"
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It's a term used by their upper echelons to default to equality, talk about identity, prestige, and wealth.
This is an agreement generated for necessary conversations at certain necessary moments.
Just like this time.
"Come on."
Chen Mo's fat palm lightly patted the table, got up and walked to the highest level, which is their temporary room on this level, which is an absolutely closed space.
Commander Huang received the vibration message, raised his eyebrows, and immediately followed.
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