The Devil’s Cage Chapter 67: Bright and brilliant photos
The steel torrent of Burning Dawn soldiers roared past.
For these elite warriors, it is instinct to obey the commander’s order, and the direction commander Longsword refers to is the direction of the charge.
Everything that stands in the way of the charge has only one result: destroy!
The swarming team was overwhelmed by Burning Dawn soldiers chopping melons and vegetables.
There are no exceptions.
Even if there is a lot of hidden existence in this team that is very special for ordinary people.
Charge!
Charge!
Charge!
The spear pointed forward, a body was pierced, and these controlled puppets did not have any timidity and retreat. Their servants rushed to the Burning Dawn soldiers, a person with a faint metallic glint all over his body, blocking the charge before.
Dang!
In the metal clash, the unstoppable spear was blocked, and the opponent’s body was not pierced, only about an inch.
"You really think that the people I choose will be ordinary..."
Poof!
The words of Peter were interrupted by an oncoming sword before they were completely finished.
Longsword's light flashed, his head flying high.
The body was picked up by a spear and fell to the ground. It was trampled by the subsequent horse.
Special?
What's special?
For the soldiers of Burning Dawn, the years they lived in had so many special features, they had learned a lot, and they killed more with their own hands!
They already have how to cooperate to kill those special guys.
Not only does this approach work, but they never mind killing more.
"Burning--"
"Dawn!"
In the bugle sound, the team belonging to Peter was penetrated.
The remaining people ran to both sides, and then were again surrounded by Burning Dawn soldiers whose teams were divided into two.
The soldiers of Burning Dawn are too familiar with such annihilation.
Become familiar with eating and sleeping.
And this is a disaster for Peter.
He looked at the people who were carefully selected by him, who had the power that ordinary people could not reach, and died one by one under the spear and Longsword. His heart Wrath began to intensify.
He vowed to kill Kieran.
Just like he had vowed to get that thing.
And now?
The person he wants to kill is holding what he wants.
"I will make you understand!"
"What will happen to me if you irritate me!"
A gray-haired old man shouted at Kieran in the distance.
The opponent's skill is extremely extraordinary, and the speed is extremely fast.
This is also an important reason why the other party can live to the present.
But that's it.
When the opponent shouted, a long gun pierced the opponent's chest.
Poof!
The sharp blade of the gun shook and the body fell to the side. The knight rushed towards the next target without stopping.
And Kieran's gaze withdrew from the battlefield.
He looked to the side.
There, Erbes K slowly came out of the shadows.
"It has been a long time since I returned to my real body."
"It feels so strange."
The other side walked and said, every step forward, the breath is one point thick.
When walking in front of Kieran, the other party's breath is pressing down toward Kieran like a mountain.
Moreover, it is not an ordinary mountain.
It has a strong **** smell.
It is entangled with wraiths.
The wraiths roared loudly.
The vicious eyes of the undead stared at Kieran.
Needless to say ordinary people, even if they are hailed as powerful, under such a contrast, they will be frightened, and even split their hearts.
But Kieran?
People who dare to face Kieran or any creature in any sense should be ready to...death at any time.
The grunt of the Wraith suddenly stagnate.
In their huge both eyes, resentment was replaced by sluggishness.
In their field of vision, the abominable living still stands there.
They instinctively shred each other.
But...
In their field of vision, there is something that should not have appeared.
In the dark, unrelated the dead land.
One side after another supported the heavens and the earth, the wide and unknown geometric pale wall, one after another.
Mermaid tears, long rusty nails, in the hands of a black lacquered figure, the opponent held a wooden mallet, and the nails were aimed at his body, again and again.
It hurts!
It hurts!
You can feel all this without reason.
Such feelings, tell them, this is them.
They wailed.
They beg for mercy.
But it's useless.
The spikes pierced the limbs and torso. They could only let the extinguishing wind blow their firmly fixed body.
But this is not the scariest.
The most terrible thing is that they saw their relatives and friends nailed to them one by one.
No!
Not like this!
Deep buried heart , Already turned into obsession , So that their crazy characters appeared in front of them, and they were cruelly treated, and the grudges raised their heads and looked at the sky Unique/only Begging for mercy.
They are willing to use one handover to get the safety of obsession.
Even if...
My own life.
Slap, pop!
One after another, the wraith burst, and the sound was like shattered glass, and it was crisp and sweet at the same time.
Erbes K took a step back, shaking his body slightly, and his pale face became paler and paler.
The other party escaped [Death Gaze].
Not surprised by this Kieran.
The ability shown by the other party has already explained the speciality of the other party’s soul.
As for formidable?
The soul is divided into hundreds and thousands, and formidable is also limited.
And the other party dares to do this, of course there is a purpose~IndoMTL.com~ Similarly, Kieran does not think that the replaceable body controlled by the other party is the other party's trump card, even if those bodies have different abilities Never let'Wu' catch his hand.
"This is your ability to use that night?"
"Have to say, it works!"
"Relax!"
"I will continue this ability, I will keep your body, and then use this ability."
K Marquis stared at Kieran word by word.
The surrounding darkness becomes restless with such words.
They flow and rotate.
Then, like Ruyan, who came home, came to Marquis K.
Almost instantaneously, it should be dark like gas, and it becomes as if it were a substance, just like a thick wall, blocked in front of Kieran.
"Do you really want to kill me at this time?"
"I know, you must want to do this."
"How could I not be prepared?"
K Marquis sneered at Kieran in the dark.
Kieran shook his head again.
Yeah.
Who will not prepare?
You are ready.
I also prepared.
And... I’ve prepared more than you!
The knights of Burning Dawn divided into dozens of teams rushing through the cemetery, their spears pointing down, and clear marks appeared on the ground.
These rapid traces are connected and integrated with larger traces outside the cemetery.
It was painting fields, rivers, and forests on the ground.
They are dull and dull.
They wait for the darkness to pass.
They call for Dawn to arrive.
Kieran seemed to hear such a call, and he walked by silently.
The soles of the feet leave the deepest stroke on the ground.
Next moment—
Glory.