Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 86: British Commissioner
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The commissioner trapped in the reception room and the key members of the Suez Canal Company looked at each other, and the guards who protected them suddenly broke out. The most frightening thing was the two arrows shot from a tricky angle. The sharpness of the arrow made Chen Ang's heart suddenly feel a sense of vigilance. His right hand was pressed against his waist, and the side was like a fan, and the translucent silver light fan with a radius of a sword land was fleeting.
Split the two arrows in half from the middle, cast off, and land on the ground.
At this time, the silver sword light side of the air was dissipated, and the British saw the weapon held by Chen Ang's right hand, but it was a soft sword with excellent elasticity, which could even be wrapped around the waist. The sword light was as clear as water and the sword body Tough, straight and sharp in the hands of Chen Ang, no one can imagine that this sword has just wrapped around the waist of Chen Ang with a relatively large curvature.
"England Longbowman!" Chen Ang looked at the two British soldiers behind the commissioner. The long purple bow in their hands revealed their identity. This kind of peculiar body with a very strong upper body and deformed bones on the chest and back is very good. It is hard to think of an English long archer who resisted aggression before the British Industrial Revolution and made the invading army on the European continent frightened.
It's just that Chen Ang did not expect that this ancient armament is still reserved by the British in today's era when thermal weapons are developed.
At this time, two British soldiers rushing out of the reception room have arrived in front of Chen Ang. Although they are wearing British military uniforms, their yellow skin color and distinctive characteristics of highland ethnicity all indicate that these soldiers are not British. People, their peculiar weapons like doglegs in their hands are their own identity. These Nepalese scimitars are the Gurkha Jedi that once gave the British army a huge blow.
After these Gurkhas conquered Gurkhas in England, they hired a large number of these war-torn Gurkhas Jedi to participate in the suppression of the uprising against colonial rule in India. Gurkha Jedi has strict discipline, bravery, and warfare. The physique of the highland people makes them sturdy, believes in Hinduism, and advocates the ritual of asceticism, so that they have a strong will to endure pain.
Two dog-leg scimitars slashed towards the key point of Chen Ang mercilessly. These Gurkhas Jedi have extremely high tolerance for pain and almost unresponsiveness to pain. They are skilled in martial arts, the most important is tough Not afraid of death, often willing to die with life and the enemy, these two Gurkhas are the best selected by the British army.
After some mysterious rituals in Hinduism, they are proficient in yoga, their bodies are extremely agile, and they are more powerful, and their positive strength is not under the blood, and of course, if the two sides fight hard, the final victory is still the blood Because the blood race has the ability to recover almost undead.
The Gurkha Jedi is still human.
The long sword in Chen Ang bends slightly under his capacity. The blade draws a curve, accumulating elastic dynamic potential energy, and the blade tip shakes with the bending of the blade. In the hands of Chen Ang, this kind of extremely difficult to use The weapon is flexible like a vicious viper, just Chen Ang took a step forward, and scratched a deep bone scar on the wrists of two Gurkha Jedi.
The dogleg knife can no longer grasp the castration and releases his hand from Gurkha Jedi.
The sword light flashed again, and the face of the two was scratched by the tip of the sword with a deep scar. The scar passed the two eyes and cut the eyeball under the protection of the eyelid in half.
"Ah!" Gurkha Jedi gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in their eyes. They still wanted to fight again, but Chen Ang had passed them, and the blood race behind them soon dragged the two who lost their vision. Going down, at this time, Chen Ang was only five steps away from the British Commissioner. He stepped on his sword. The long sword in his hand was drawn like a blue dragon in his sleeve, and he stabbed a British soldier who came up to block.
A priest in black next to the British Commissioner pressed a hand on the Bible, and in his mouth hurriedly read the Latin scriptures, he made the front of the cross Chen Ang, made of gold, and inlaid with gems on the cross, released the bright Holy Light, the blood race behind Chen Ang groaned, and the skin exposed to the Holy Light seemed to be burned, and large pieces fell off and scorched.
Three other black-footed black soldiers quickly rushed up. These British men employed from the most warlike tribes of Africa, the Masai are tall and extremely muscular. The spears in their hands are extremely flexible. , Or divided into, or combined attack, some enemies, some anti-enemy, three people as a single person, three heads and six arms to kill, it is difficult to parry.
If the blood tribe is standing here, when they are attacked by the Holy Light, they are suddenly attacked by these three people. Even if Hong Fan comes, they will suffer a big loss.
Unfortunately, it is not Hong Fan who is standing here.
Chen Ang left hand stretched down, a silver P229 pistol in his sleeve fell into the palm of his hand, the long-hand sword with the shaking of the wrist, the blade trembling like a flower, but implied fierce, always calm and unhurried At the same time, he pierced the enemy to the point, and at the same time fired repeatedly from his left hand, calmly killing the two long archers who were posing a threat.
He kept striding, and God kept killing the gods along the way, leaving behind a body until he came to the British Commissioner.
At this time, the blood clan whose face was blinded by the Holy Light had also returned to normal. They drew the blood lost from the people who died around them, and soon recovered, and several people have followed Chen Ang to kill them. A black priest is still waiting to resist. The cross in his hand is giving birth to a fierce counterattack, and he is cut off by Chen Ang.
The blood in the neck touched a black blood clan behind Chen Ang, making him mad and roaring, rushing into the center of the reception room. The face of the central Suez company's face changed greatly, and he shot repeatedly to stop, but he The speed is just like the wind, and immediately scammed into several people, pinched the necks of two of them, and **** nails have penetrated their arteries.
The British Special Commissioner saw that Chen Ang was already standing opposite him and hurriedly shouted: "You can't kill me, I am the hereditary baron of Great Britain, kill me, even if you are a blood race, there is a big trouble, as long as you can let me Leave, I will tell you about all the opportunities related to the Empire! "
Chen Ang's face is just faint: "No, we will get it ourselves!"
He gave way aside, a blood baron who was behind him looked up from his hood, his pale face made him carry a unique evil spirit, but the British commissioner apparently recognized him, Shouting in horror, he screamed like a little girl: "Wingate! Former Commissioner for Egypt Wingate!"
His voice was horrified, and with a hint of surprise, since Wingate was transformed into a blood, then prove his fate, about the same, although the transformation into the blood has lost many powers and benefits, but at least left One life, and can enjoy the life of eternal life.
So when Wingate bit his throat, he didn't mean to resist.
The commissioner soon turned into a zombie, thrown on the ground like Wingate garbage, and Wingate knelt down on the ground, reporting: "Master, I have read his memory and I know the UK Aspect plan. "
Chen Ang calmly said: "The relevant information was submitted to the intelligence team, now we are going to smash Huanglong!"