Chapter 670: Fatal Trap (Part 1)

"Damn!"
He pounced on the face in front of him, the gun in his hand spit out his tongue.
In an instant, the face, the shadow, and even the mad laughter disappeared.
Auguste was discouraged to find that his bullet killed a kid standing at the far end of the hall.
Everyone else is still firing, this is completely crazy and chaotic, all discipline is gone, from the beginning of the battle to no more than a few seconds.
Auguste realized that he had been yelling, venting his anger with a meaningless cry of despair.
Is this fear? Is this really fear?
He is an Ok, a warrior and should not be intimidated by this kind of thing!
He saw a special warfare boy hit and flew into the air, and he was only hit by a shadow, like the broken wings of a black vulture, but the impact was enough to make him fly out like a cannonball.
Then, the kid crashed through a window in the hall in the rain-like glass fragments.
A soldier's helmet rolled down the floor to Auguste's feet.
There is also a head inside.
"Come and face me!"
Auguste shouted angrily:
"Face me like a warrior! You weak ass! You nocturnal monster!"
In response, the erratic shadow penetrated the armor, lining and muscles with a clawed hand, piercing his internal organs.
Auguste knelt forward, and blood spewed from the ripped wound.
A large amount of blood oozed from the dead Oak around him, so that a slowly flowing scarlet tide appeared on the ground, and the darkness was full of smell.
The black knight paused for a moment, and the tall, thin shadow stood still in the twilight, raising a claw, holding Augustur's steaming internal organs like a loot in his hand.
"It's really tenacious, as always."
Since the catastrophic jump gang fight, the first time he has so freely killed, pushing him to crazy power has also made him stronger than ever.
Now he even feels like he can try the most difficult challenge.
For example, hunt for the head of an Oker warlord.
"I'm not dead yet, you bastard."
Auguste muttered, foam spewing from his mouth. He was soaked with his blood almost from head to toe, but still holding his curved saber with his right hand, rushed towards Bruce .
"Waaaaagh!!!"
In the candle-lit memorial hall, the terrorists’ terrorist actions were clearly audible: stern alarms, frantic communications, running and gunshots, and loud explosions from all directions from time to time.
"Sounds like a war."
Neptune Dika whispered.
"Fortunately, you are not beside the warlord."
The eleventh Dalian company commander Bocos shook his head.
"I heard that he was very angry and killed several shrimp heads."
The lighting outside the memorial hall was suddenly interrupted, and Pocos glanced behind him. He could smell the burning smell, so he pulled out the pistol in his right hand.
"I have to take a step first to stop this crazy act."
"So wish you all the best, Mr. Dalian."
The nervous boy said, turning to leave.
Pocos gave him a cold look, as if a sincere blessing of a neuropath were more like a curse, and then he reached out and lifted the other person back.
"You have to come too!"
At this time, his guard also entered the memorial hall, searching for the enemy with the weapon in their hands. They saw Pocos and lowered their muzzle.
"Sir, what instructions do you have?"
"Block this area."
"Sir, do you think he is nearby?"
"He is everywhere."
Dalian Chang replied somberly.
"The command given above was to "eliminate the shadow". At first, I thought...I thought it was nonsense, but he might be really a shadow."
"He just does tricks."
The thin figure holding a metal stick in his hand said behind them.
"You can beat him if you find him."
Suddenly, the nervous boy jumped up from the broken chair and walked to the extreme edge of the candlestick's light.
"Beware."
He said suddenly, looking around nervously.
"Comrades, watch out--"
All the candles in the memorial hall were extinguished at the same time, and the blue smoke rising from the residual candle coiled up and down in the suddenly falling darkness. Most of the lighting now comes from the arc on the metal long stick of the neuron, and the light through the thin The mist shone in the memorial hall shrouded by the dark night, lighting up the whole room in this peculiar way.
The memorial hall has four pairs of double doors, located in four directions.
Boom~!
The gate on the north side was suddenly smashed into pieces by brute force, and the two locked figures rushed in, shaking across the wide hall of the memorial hall.
One of them is the third company commander, Augusto, who was covered with blood from head to toe like a goblin, holding a war knife in his hand.
The other is the incarnation of darkness-that is a tall, cruel, slender, indefinitely terrifying existence, like a vague image left on the ground by a rook flashing in the winter sky.
"coming!!"
Pocos and his guard rushed up, but the two figures who were entangled were inseparable, and they could not ensure that they would not hurt Ogurt when firing.
The eleventh company commander of Dalian stared at this scene in hesitation and fear.
The attacker looked like a ghost, an illusion with sharp claws, broken cloaks, flying hair, pale faces, and grinning black teeth.
"He's here!"
And his lieutenant shouted at the communicator.
"Shrimp Memorial Hall! Memorial Hall! Hurry—"
The sound stopped abruptly~EbookFREE.me~ Scarred Augustel finally fell exhausted, he knelt down on the ground, and in a flash Pocos saw the shocking huge damage he had suffered.
The third company commander of Dalian was ripped open and half of his face was torn apart, but he was still able to act, which in itself showed his incomparable courage and strong physique.
The curved saber is no longer in Auguste's hands.
It was thrown out like a spear, the neck of Pierce's adjutant pierced before being able to repeat the notification.
He collapsed, drowned in his own blood, and the air screamed out of the hole in his throat.
"shot!!"
Pocos and his guard opened fire immediately, but they seemed unable to find any targets.
"Pocos!"
Neurotic Dick shouted at the edge of the memorial hall:
"Run! You can't fight him, run now! Call support!"
The claws struck from the smoky darkness and shattered an Ok soldier.
The other rushed forward, but his continuous fire only hit the dead colleague, the darkness twisted around him, and his head suddenly twisted 180 degrees in a crisp sound.
The next second, the Ok warrior fell on his colleague's body.
"Pocos! Run, sir! Run!"
Pocos did not respond. He stood still, turned slowly, and raised his pistol.
Darkness dissipated and circulated around him, and the silence was breathing like a beast. He could feel that the monster was nearby, and he could feel the filthy evil watching him in the darkness.
Nearby, Ogurt made a terrible gurgling noise, and his body was finally engulfed in death with a violent convulsion.