Chapter 611: End (on)

How many warriors are left with you to come to Eternal Fury?
Bruce was fighting, but his eyes were blank.
The feeling is gone again, which is worse than before... or better?
Lactic acid made his muscles sore, and the pressure behind his eyes almost broke his skull, but with each heartbeat, the enemy's movements became slower and slower.
He blocked the particle sword with the middle section of the claw blade and grabbed the gear for a roundabout, thrusting the claw tip into the samurai wearing the blue-grey armor, and then turned back to resist the attack of a howling Ok.
As he did so, he saw the slightest correction of the angle balance of another attack by his enemy.
Before the action even started, Bruce pierced the opponent with one claw, and while facing the checkmate, another claw also penetrated into the internal organs of the other soldier.
His eyepiece was surrounded by darkness. It took him a few seconds to realize that this was not a blood stain in his helmet, but the dirt directly covered his eyes.
Something, like a humid, explosive liquid jet burst from his skull, the reading on the goggles was just as distorted as the previous anger.
He can now hear his soldiers calling him.
They thought he was injured, and he was not sure if he could refute them.
The warlock's warning appeared in his heart, just as his words burned on flesh with flames, not just the sound of memories.
"You will kill yourself like this, Wayne."
"You get enough strength, but no ability to control."
"Once done, you can't look back. If you liberate this power...some doors will never be closed once opened."
Ridiculous warning.
He staggered and knelt on one knee, using the inertia of the fall to cut off the legs of the closest enemy.
It was an Ok, screaming, and Bruce died with his arm through his chest after a heartbeat.
I may be dying.
He thought, and began to laugh.
"Sir!"
Someone is yelling.
"Sir! The officer is down!"
He turned his head to see a black army soldier standing above him, a soldier wearing a black armor, while the crow was waving his claws, bursting into a lethal light when it collided with Ikron's particle sword.
Then the sword penetrated his throat, and the warrior fell silently, because everything was still.
Bruce’s unstable life monitor no longer flashes warning sounds, and his world is no longer a storm of boots, weapons roaring, and armor collision.
Now, somehow, it has become quiet.
The black knight started to spit blood in his helmet, and was choked by an unstoppable gasp, forced to drink his blood.
Then he went home.
Home, Arkham, the roof where he is often alone.
The gray world has not been burned by the ugly, angry Oak, he stands on the highest edge of the clock tower, like a gargoyle looking up at the sky, standing in the rain before the impending storm, and the one in his head The pressure is the same as it was in childhood.
Wayne, Wayne, Wayne...
They call him.
He turned around, facing them upside down under the eaves of the stone paving, flapping them with their messy wings.
Boy, boy, boy...
They screamed and giggled, as if mocking.
The boy peeked into his pocket and took out a little crumbs.
bring it on.
He said so, he said to the bats, this is the food tonight.
Wayne, Wayne, Wayne!
They respond.
flesh!
He laughed at the black animals hanging on his shoulders and outstretched arms.
flesh……
He agreed, there will be flesh soon, now only bread crumbs.
Now we need flesh and blood, now we want.
He asked them to eat rotten crumbs as hard as stone while complaining.
The boy remained silent while they were eating, listening to the sound of the black wings flapping, and letting the dirty fluff touch his cheeks like enjoyment, no other voices could smooth his heart, and there was no feeling that he could sleep before he slept Take away his headache.
"what!!"
A sharp voice sounded.
Then there was tearing, and blood spewed out suddenly, as if a leather bag full of red wine had just broken between them.
Preparing to intercept the Ikron, who was dragging the Black Knights to retreat from the Black Army, aware of some familiarity with the sound. When he turned his head, Resk was making a faint sound, like a scream of wet fingers across the glass.
Gurugi was right behind him, his shark teeth buried deep into the chest of the Son of Dawn, penetrating the armor, muscles and strengthened bones.
The pierced Ruisk twitched, his feet were off the ground, his arms were clamped to his side, his head leaned back, and he was trembling.
The particle sword slipped from his palm and bounced on the deck.
"Damn!!"
Ikron roared and could only drop those black troops to save Ruisk. Although the relationship between the other party and him was not enough to make him behave so excitedly, but the loss of this battle was already large enough, he had to give the parliament An account.
He alone cannot afford that heavy responsibility.
An Oaker ran across in front of him, bluffing his axe, which was surprisingly large. This action exposed the weakness of his defense.
Ikron didn't hesitate, his long sword pierced.
After a breath, the vibrating blade cut off Ok's right half of the helmet.
The fangs, cheeks, ears, and part of the skull broke off, and the Oaker staggered, confused by the pain.
"Ah!"
Ikron rushed forward and slammed it into another Oak, splattering blood.
Then he leaned over the blade of the third enemy and immediately beheaded him.
Guruji stared directly at Ruisk's eyes, his dark purple lips twitching, the shrimp blinked violently, and saliva accumulated in his trembling mouth.
With a low growl, the boss of Oak pulled his weapon out, with a broken heart hanging on it.
The Son of Dawn fell on the deck, bitter black blood spreading around him~EbookFREE.me~ He vomited, leaving a pool of filthy acid on the ground.
Guruji raised his hand, ready to cut off the other party's head.
Boom~~!
A violent explosion nearly overturned the entire deck, and everyone on the ground fell to the ground. The explosion of the ammunition compartment finally brought the Eternal Wrath to its end. This explosion was ordered by Niles, and he has moved to At night, all he has to do is destroy all the enemies on the flagship.
When Guruji raised his head, the entire deck was already in flames.
Flames and smoke quickly filled the line of sight, the remnants of the Black Army were quickly retreating towards the bow, they hugged the wounded Black Knight tightly, and a speedboat was already standing on the sea waiting for them.
"Boss!"
The boys also found him, and also brought a few bubbles of Sigug, but Guruji stared at another group of people.
"These shrimps..."
He could see several surviving sons of Dawn, who were carrying the blood-stained remains of Ruisk, and the shrimp actually survived, even if Guruji pulled his main heart out of his chest.
The children of dawn began to blink.
The frost that came out of nowhere converged into a ring at their feet, and the electric light coiled around them, and they instantly disappeared in the burst of energy.
"go!"
When it came to the end, Grugi did not hesitate and jumped into the sea with the remaining boys.
Under the water, several shark-training boys were waiting, and after seeing them, they handed over the ropes, dragging them to swim towards the wilderness that was moving towards the port.
On the sea, the wreckage of the Eternal Wrath is sinking, with hundreds of lives that have not left, among them Ok and humans, but they will all be buried in the icy underwater iron coffin forever with the vortex of war ...