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Just when everything was going in the right direction, the situation on the side of Silas and Integura was completely out of control.

The Weeping Angel, a monster that cannot be destroyed by external forces, completed the first wave of expansion with the help of the mercenaries who watched it, and the entire castle fell into the fear brought by the Weeping Angel.

The Weeping Angels who were discovered to be acting rhythmically didn't cause panic at first, but only when the mercenaries staring at them were transformed into Weeping Angels did.

With every blink of an eye they move, and every time they open their eyes they can see these guys marching a great distance in the direction of the crowd with their twisted and terrifying faces.

Can't look at them for a long time, and can't stop looking at them.

This dilemma made these mercenaries completely lose the idea of ​​resistance.

Fighting monsters is not their area of ​​expertise, so panic is the natural ending.

Wherever the Weeping Angels go, all humans who are touched will be teleported to a certain time in the past, and will spend the rest of their lives there.

Whenever a mercenary was teleported to the past, a tombstone would appear in the garden behind the present castle.

The tombstones are engraved with the year of birth and death of these people, but the strange thing is that their birth year is much later than the year of death.

Such bizarre tombstones will not make those who see them wonder if the two numbers are engraved wrong, but will feel genuine fear in this absurdity.

Because of the rampant weeping angels, the mercenaries in the entire castle have lost their will to fight and are fleeing in a frenzy.

The beekeepers who belonged to the outer pioneer technology had already invaded the interior of the castle, and then bumped into the Weeping Angels who were concocting food.

At this time, Integra was already sitting on the helicopter, and Silas was still sniping at the enemies with his huge guns.

It's just that this kind of sniping won't last long, and such resistance has lost its meaning.

The driver has already started the helicopter, and will leave this terrifying castle just waiting for Integura's order.

Then just out of their sight, the Weeping Angel had appeared in the shadows!

"Silas! Prepare to leave."

Integura had no intention of caring about the mercenaries who had not left, and her cold eyes were hidden in the reflection of her glasses.

These mercenaries are not her subordinates, they are just a bunch of hyenas who work hard for money.

They were ready to be abandoned and die at any time, so they didn't need Integral's sympathy either.

"My subordinates are still below! Just wait!"

Tarnard shouted fiercely, knowing that his request was too much for the employer.

But there was no way for him to let this most correct decision go ahead.

The long whip that had been cut off at the end had been scattered, and now he was like a mad dog who had lost everything.

As a mercenary, his team has the best reputation, but that doesn't change that they are a group of ghouls eating the wealth of war!

Join the battle, claim victory, and revelry is their life.

But these people also have their own feelings.

"I said, take off!"

Integura said without mercy, and then a gun was placed on the driver's head.

Tarnard violated his proud creed and made a threat to the safety of his employer, but he had no choice.

Then he was directly buckled by Silas on the neck. The power of a vampire is not something that an ordinary person can resist, even if this vampire has not sucked blood.

"Captain Talnad, put down your gun! I will not tolerate you threatening the safety of the Chief!"

Silas fulfilled her duties, and protecting Integura was one of her tasks.

"If you take off now, you'll have to stay in this place with me."

Tarnard's one eye gleamed fiercely, and he had no fear of the plain hand around his neck.

The camaraderie, or brotherhood, made him willing to risk death for it.

This mercenary is confident that he can blow the driver's head just as well after being strangled.

The muscles will automatically tighten to complete the shooting action, but he has no idea about the power of the vampire.

"Your brothers have become one of the gravestones behind the castle, they are dead!"

Integura's voice was a little higher, and then Silas directly broke the firearm in Tarnard's hand at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, making a crisp sound!

Silas's human side prevented her from stopping Tarnard's actions in a brutal way, and she could have just broken the gun-wielding arm.

But she couldn't bear it, this kindness seemed stupid and meaningless, but she did it anyway.

"Leaving now will at least save your life! I say take off!"

Integra said sharply, and the helicopter began to lift off, when the sound of the propellers drowned it all out.

The moment everyone concentrated on taking off, no one noticed that a crying angel's hand was clinging to the helicopter's support.

The moment the helicopter took off, the angel climbed up. It was just an easy turn over. A long and narrow hand appeared behind Tarnard, and the mercenary army captain was teleported to a certain period of time in the past.

At this time, Silas reacted extremely quickly, directly cutting off the Weeping Angel's dependence on the plane with a wave of his hand.

When the Weeping Angel fell directly to the ground, her ankle was firmly grasped by the Weeping Angel!

Although she had blocked the Weeping Angel's movements with her eyes at this time, it was too late.

The two people fell towards the ground like falling stones, and the Integral circle on the plane stared, and it was too late to shout.

At the moment when Silas' body covered Integra's sight, the Weeping Angel regained his mobility, and then Silas' figure disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only the Weeping Angel. The fangs seemed to straighten their fingers.

"Silas!"

Integura's exclamation came out at this moment. She threw off the earphone and violently fired at the falling crying angel with the gun in her hand.

But the bullet had no effect when it hit the Weeping Angel, just scribbled a few sparks and disappeared.

And the Weeping Angel, who was staring at him, fell as motionless as an ordinary stone, until there was a sound of heavy objects falling on the ground.

Then Integura calmed down, put the gun back between the holsters, and folded his hands on his chest.

"Back to London!"

Integura's grief was only for a brief moment, and then she returned to her expressionless face.

At this time, she is not qualified to grieve at all, and now she needs to witness the end of this war with her own eyes!

Moreover, Integura's emotions were completely hidden in her heart when she was betrayed by her own relatives. Although Silas disappeared from sight, she would no longer show weakness.

A weak appearance will only invite greater malice from those who are full of maliciousness, which she had already understood when she was crying at her uncle's threat.

She felt Walter's passing, but because she and the mercenaries were under threat, she couldn't show emotion.

She felt Akado's disappearance, but she couldn't show weakness either.

At this time, the only person she could trust disappeared, but she was not sad at this time.

Integura thinks she will see Arcador and Silas again, they are vampires! Will not die easily.

"Chief?"

The pilot was talking loudly, and because of the loud noise from the helicopter, he had to roar at his loudest if he wanted Integura, who was not wearing headphones, to hear him.

"Keep going to Central London, I'm going to find Peywood! You know where he is!"

Integura took the headset from the seat next to him and put it on his head, then sat quietly on the seat with his arms crossed indifferently.

Among the tombstones on the ground, there is one more tombstone covered with traces of the years.

The handwriting on the tombstone, which does not look like it was carved with a carving knife, can still be clearly distinguished under the erosion of the years.

On the top is Tarnard's handwriting. The beautiful cursive characters make the tombstone look a bit fancy. On the tombstone, there is also a portrait of Tarnard's handsome face even after his old age.

"Tarnad, a valiant warrior. A fighter who never gave up his resistance.

I no longer exist as a man, I am one with him.

This man did not give up hope of life until he was unable to pick up a cigarette in old age.

With the blessing of the angels, we are united.

Under the gaze of the angels, we merge.

Surrounded by angels, we are united in love.

For love we sleep till we wake up.

Love keeps us alive - Silas Victoria Tarnard"

No one can continue to identify the inscription, just standing there alone.

There were five crying angels standing here, as if waiting for something. Their hands rarely did not cover their faces, but they were just weirdly blocking something.

Those bodies that should never show signs of damage are actually covered with cracks at this time.

The Weeping Angels looked at each other, but their originally hideous and terrifying faces actually showed a soft emotion at this time.

Or, like a relief, you can vaguely see the corners of the mouth rising.

The blood-colored trace of a pentagram was glowing red at the feet of these weeping angels, shimmering faintly.

"The bird of Hermes is my name, devouring my own wings to control my heart"

A string of somewhat obscure words is being written by blood on the ground, and is changing from dry blood to fresh blood.

The dry blood finally turned into a bright red color, as if it had just been written with fresh blood.

This quote comes from a book on alchemy called Ripley's Scrolls.

A simple explanation is:

"In order to cross the ocean and eat its uneasy feathers, the bird of Hermes can continue to fly with determination, even if its wings have been eaten away, even if this determination will accelerate its own death. As long as all this is correct.

And I am named after the bird of Hermes! "

Here is the glory of the martyrs.

The words engraved in the coffin, gloves, and even life of Akado are the obsession of this vampire king!

"Only human beings can kill monsters" is what Arcador said repeatedly. It was his insistence.

And Akado felt infinite pain for his incarnation as a monster, and praising his longing for life was his original truth!

In an instant, the surrounding crying angels were all shattered into pieces, and there was no extra movement at all, neat and clean.

The words written in blood on the ground disappeared in an instant.

Mephisto was the first to appear on this deserted wasteland.

"Vampire, then it's up to you."

Mephisto disappeared with a smug laugh and a twisted smile, and he didn't reveal the slightest breath in the process.

None of the Demon Lords of Hell wanted to attract Bulkesso, so they would all act very carefully.

Mephisto got a perfect work, even if the origin of the vampire has nothing to do with him.

"I'll do what I want, it's ridiculous!"

Another figure followed closely behind, wearing old-fashioned aristocratic clothing, with two sharp fangs leaking from his pale face.

The scarlet cloak spread out along the arms raised sideways, like a terrifying bat.

Arcador?

No!

Now he is Dracula!

Vlad Tepesh Dracula!

In the process of battling Mephisto, the Demon Lord of Hell, both beings are vying for control of the body.

Both are constantly wiping out the consciousness of other beings in order to be the only manipulator in this body.

The two are constantly competing in this racing contest, and the most likely outcome is that the winner takes all!

In this process, Arkado took the lead in mastering Schrödinger's soul and power in a backward state, so he succeeded in being able to accurately find himself between existence and non-existence!

In the final step of his reincarnation, when he could succeed only by defeating Mephisto, the Lord of Hatred, Akado was corrupted by Mephisto, the Lord of Hatred.

The hatred for God, the hatred for life, the hatred for no one to look for after he disappeared.

All emotions that could inspire hatred were instigated by Mephisto, who became a monster full of hatred.

Losing oneself is the most terrible punishment, and becoming another being is the beginning of the vanishing traces.

No longer insisting on the idea that "monsters should die at the hands of humans", all that remains is the endless hatred spawned by the Demon King of Hell.

The monster between existence and non-existence perfectly avoided the weird defense of Weeping Angel. At this time, he was the only one who could kill Weeping Angel head-on.

"How hateful, why do you have power similar to mine?"

Dracula turned his head to look at the Weeping Angels who were approaching in his direction not far away, with an ugly smile on his face.

Then he glanced at the tombstone full of words beside him, and Dracula smashed it into pieces with contempt.

Then he raised his cloak gracefully and disappeared in place.

Those Weeping Angels encountered the most terrifying threat, and their indestructible bodies were disintegrating little by little.

These weeping angels couldn't even run away.

Dracula is everywhere and never existed.

So the Weeping Angels stayed in a state of being observed and unobserved, and at this time they were just a bit harder stone statues.

"Come on, only I can master this kind of power, your existence is too hateful!"

Dracula's gloomy voice sounded in this deserted place, accompanied by the sound of the Weeping Angels falling to the ground after being smashed, making this place extraordinarily terrifying.

No one knew where Dracula would end up after finishing this side of things.

...

"what is that?"

Looking at the death of those cybermen's souls on his own throne, his face is strange.

She sensed a presence beyond her authority.

When she shifted her gaze to the place where the breath was, she could only see stone fragments all over the ground.

But she could feel it, feel that hateful breath was watching her from a distance.

"No one can avoid and escape death! Unless that is my privilege!"

Death abruptly rose from the throne, roaring with rage for the first time.

The undead is the hatred she never gets rid of, and the dead is her gift to the life immersed in pain.

Being immortal is a contempt for her authority and a blasphemy against the rules of life!

And an existence beyond her control appeared, and she dared to follow her gaze backwards!

Death couldn't bear the existence at all, so she was angry.

This is more serious than being cut off by Bourkessel!

The Bulkasso who hurt her was only strong enough, but as a life, it still followed the rules of life and death.

Bulkasso's actions were considered offensive, but Bourkesso, as a soulless person, was never qualified to replace her.

So she doesn't care about the existence of a powerful and unimaginable human being, and this person still has the opportunity to upgrade the world.

So death chose to give in to Bourkesso, and the big deal was not to meet.

But Dracula actually peeped at the kingdom of the dead through her line of sight, this guy can't stand it!

An existence that is not bound by her authority should not appear in this world!

"Frank! Go find it, kill it, and I'll give you back the souls of your wife and daughter, and you'll live forever with my permission!"

The power of death followed the ring in her hand, along with this message, to Frank.

Frank, who was walking aimlessly at this time, felt the power and command that belonged to his master.

The incessant force of death poured into his body from the ring, and the black turbulence surging on Frank, who was originally a human, became exactly the same as the skull pattern on his chest.

The wild grass that was still growing strongly around him dried up in an instant, and then turned into fly ash.

It's like a cycle of life has been completed in an instant, and only a dead death is left.

"Ah!"

Frank's incomparably resolute nerves could not resist the discomfort brought about by the erosion of the divine force of death, and let out a sharp and twisted strange cry.

The last firearm in his hand became dark and plain.

But Frank knew in an instant what he could do with the gun.

Use the power of death as a bullet, and all life struck by it perishes, confronting death itself in the realm of the dead.

There is the realm of death, and death that can mobilize full authority without hesitation is worthy of the identity of the **** of creation.

That is not a force that regular existence can resist.

Frank Custer, The Punisher.

He is now the agent of death, and aside from that humble deal, he has only one final task, and that is to find the being that has angered death itself.

Then use all available methods to send that guy to death.

Or make that guy disappear forever!

Frank felt his strength and tightened the gun in his hand.

The Punisher can do anything for his family!

Then Frank the Agent of Death can only do more!

"Death? I'm everywhere and I've never been. Can death catch up to me?"

Dracula showed her gloomy figure and provocatively faced the gaze of death.

Authority, he also wanted.

Dracula, who was tied with Mephisto, had a strong desire for authority.

Under the rule of hatred, although he did not lose, he was always suppressed.

Dracula, who was completely caught up in hatred, hated everything and became the best power collector for the Lord of Hatred!

The scheming of the oldest Demon Lord Mephisto is far away from his brothers and sisters.

For the current Dracula, he is immortal, and even death will have nothing to do with him.

The monster full of hatred chose the first goal, which was to bring down the existence that dominated life and death.

"Why can you control life and death? Why can I only face death back then? Do you know how hateful you are?"

Dracula continued to provocatively defiantly.

"Ah!!!╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Death turned into the real image of a skeleton, kicking his throne to the ground with one kick.

The endless number of dead people in the distance are shivering, for fear that they will anger death and enjoy endless torment.

The white ring on her hand split into two in an instant.

Then the extra one flew out in the direction of the World Destruction Titan.

The power displayed by Dracula very restrained the rule of death, so death itself had to give birth to another powerful existence, even at the expense of the authority of life that she did not fully grasp.

Between life and death is Dracula!

Therefore, only under the combined force of life and death can there be a chance to defeat Dracula.

Death will not let the beings who seek her authority be free!

In order to be strong to this day, the efforts and risks she has taken are simply inhumane.

Even the death at this time has not returned to the peak state she should be in!

She will never hand over the authority that she has obtained after paying so much for evil, not to anyone!

...

"Is this a gift from my goddess?"

Thanos looked at the white ring that suddenly appeared in front of him and was surprised.

As a competent licking dog, he perfectly showed the state when the goddess he pursued gave gifts.

First was the ecstasy of being overwhelmed by the surprise. The open mouth on the purple head took up a third of the position, and even the bright red tongue could be seen.

Then there is the deep suspicion, and the disbelief in the result. Scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, he observed the gift in front of him with a very cautious expression.

He is doing a fierce ideological struggle, whether to wear the ring or to watch it every day?

[Does wearing a ring gifted by death count as an engagement? 】

Thanos is completely immersed in his own fantasy!

And then there's no waiting.

Thanos took the white ring on his hand with almost no hesitation.

[Go to his Tiantian worship, this is a gift from the goddess! 】

Filled with ecstasy, Thanos almost lost his ability to think.

Then this extremely talented world-destroying titan felt the rules of life in an instant.

The balance between life and death lies in continuation!

"I got it! My goddess!"

Thanos roared loudly with fanaticism, as if only in this way could he better demonstrate his loyalty to the goddess.

"The dead will become the nourishment for the balance of the universe, and the living will continue to be better!"

"The more the living, the closer the universe is to destruction! Only by constantly bringing death can the universe continue forever, and the tragedy of Titan will not be repeated!"

"I'll do what you mean, my goddess!"

"I will kill half of the life in the universe and let the universe have a longer-term development!"

"When the universe is on the verge of extinction, I will take another shot and make everything balanced!"

"My goddess! How sublime you are! How foresight you are!"

"Death is rebirth! My merciful goddess!!!"

Thanos praised loudly, then rubbed the ring on his rough face.

Like an excellent licking dog who is madly caught in his own world.

Yet his accolades made death in anger even more angry!

"Thanos! You are not allowed to step into my kingdom until I allow it!"

The voice of death spread all over the world, focusing on making Thanos hear clearly!

The anger of death was again misunderstood by Thanos.

"I will! My goddess! I will not step into your palace until I have completed your mission! Your will is my goal!"

Thanos shouted loudly, and even had some tears in his eyes!

In his eyes, it was death's love and trust in him! The limit is nothing more than to allow him to do his job better!

Can only say "licking a dog is real cowhide"!

...

As for Peywood, the situation is not optimistic.

Although the battle on the outer battlefield is over, and the messages of victory are constantly being received in the earphones, the people here are all nervously looking at the only entrance.

Luke's never-ending roar had begun to grow faint and hoarse.

Even with the help of the blood bottle and the steel nerve talent, he has withstood the wave after wave of the Silent people.

But he had not yet adapted to the savage way of life, which had nothing but fighting.

Although he has the top life-saving talent of "steel nerve", his nerves are not really made of steel.

Silence's ability to forget as soon as he looked away made him have to face the battle more attentively, and the effort spent made his body, which should never be tired, burst into waves of discomfort.

"Luke!"

Jessica's voice sounded, and Jessica, who finally arrived at the scene, was covered with the flesh and blood of the silent monster.

Although she suffered a lot when she first came into contact with Silent, she soon found a way to face Silent.

That's why she didn't call Luke by name in the first place.

After knowing what kind of tough enemy Luke was dealing with, she didn't add the slightest trouble to her lover.

Knowing that the moment she finally wanted to meet Luke, she called Luke's name!

Then a superb Orak-style slam shattered a silent head melon!

"Jessica?"

Luke didn't divert his eyes from the direction of the voice, and flirting with love during a fight was the stupidest move.

His prudence would not make Jessica sad, but made that strong woman more love.

"A warrior only thinks about how to chop the heads of scumbags in battle" This is the most common saying when Orak teaches Jessica.

As the ancestor of the barbarians with the most tragic battle experience, every word of the **** of war Olak is heavy.

Because of his focus on the battle itself, Orak became the barbarian **** of war.

"Luke! If you need a break, go in first, and I'll remind you during this time! You can rest with the corpses of these monsters, so you won't forget these guys!"

Jessica roared loudly, then launched a leap and appeared in front of Luke.

She stepped on a huge silent head under her feet, and her voice was dull like a fart.

"Roar!"

Luke grabbed Jessica behind him and activated the ability to ignore pain.

Although his battle cry has become hoarse, it is still full of madness!

"I am a warrior!"

Jessica bypassed Luke's protection, and a charge shattered several Silences!

"you are my wife!"

Luke also launched a charge together, and the war blade in his hand cut off several silent necks.

"Then fight together until we die together!"

Jessica shouted loudly with a smile, and even Pewood who was still in the room could feel the sweet and greasy feeling.

It's just that there seems to be a lemon flashed in front of him.

Knowing nothing about the situation outside, they could feel the intensity of the battle from the movement outside.

Before Luke's roar began to reveal exhaustion, but at this time Luke was full of energy again!

The fight continued, and at this moment Jessica was wounded by the lightning from the silent release.

There were cracks in the charred skin, and the blood flowed directly to the ground and flowed in the direction of Pewood and the others.

"Jesse!"

Luke shouted the nickname between their husband and wife, and a flash blocked a series of silent lightning with a strong physique.

His body broke again, and blood began to flow from the wound.

The blood of the two mixed together and flowed towards the dispatch room.

It's like being attracted to something.

The dispatch room is located under the Elizabeth Tower, one of the city's most recognizable attractions.

But it's also one of the most beautiful spots!

The blood of Luke and Jessica drew a pentagram around Pewood, who was holding the detonator in his hand on the seat!

"The bird of Hermes is my name, devouring my own wings to control my heart"

The crimson blood outlines the beautiful squiggly characters, which are already some fancy notes by Tarnard!

A coffin that had not rotted through the long years slowly broke open the ground and lifted Peywood up.

In a panic, Peywood carefully put the detonator aside, and then threw the coffin board that was blown away in shock to the icy ground.

A blond woman in a Heisin uniform sat up with blood in her eyes!

"Mr. Peywood? This is the Battle of London? Looks like we're back, Captain!"

Silas Victoria!

The life of a vampire will not be taken away by a mere hundred years!

She came back to the present once again through her long life!

"Darling, I'm glad you called me back the first time you woke up, but I'd rather you call my husband."

Tarnard's frivolous voice sounded, and floated from behind Silas.

It's just that he has white hair, and although his face is still handsome, the traces of the years are still imprinted on him.

His life was over, and he had no chance of being transformed into a vampire, who had long since lost his virginity.

But the two were still alive.

Talnad was the first life Silas sucked, and the only one so far.

The blood-sucked Tarnad was on the verge of death at the time, so even if he became another life of Silas, he did not regain the face of his youth.

But that doesn't matter.

What matters is that love keeps them forever!

"Then let's fight, I think you can't wait to see Integura. You've been talking about all those years, really wanting to see if she'll change her icy expression when she sees us."

Tarnard returned to Silas's body, but the voice still sounded.

"Then let's go, darling!"

Silas's voice was cheerful, completely ignoring the onlookers who were stunned by the fact that they had become alive.

"Why are you here? Haven't you been sent to another place by Integra?"

Peywood said somewhat submissively, because of what happened suddenly, he seemed extraordinarily cowardly.

"Mr. Peywood, after this battle is over, I will explain it to you slowly. Right now, the battle is more important, and our comrades are still fighting!"

Silas finally stood up and stepped out of the luxurious coffin.

Her original white stockings had turned bright red blood, and it seemed that the place where they were transported by the Weeping Angel before was not a peaceful place.

"Honey! I'll beat you up if you smoke in me again."

Silas said casually, but there was a Xinfu expression on his face.

At this time, everyone saw that Silas' left hand was completely made of blood.

This policewoman, who was not gradual and more like a person than a vampire, finally has the appearance of a warrior.

A zigzag flash of blood flashed, and Silas appeared in front of Luke and Jessica, blocking the lightning from the silence with a shield of blood.

"Silas, never take your eyes off those monsters!"

Tarnard felt the special power of silence at the moment of the battle, which directly reminded Silas how to face these monsters.

The relationship between him and Silas is nothing like the way Arcador handles the river of blood.

Arcador led everything by his own will, while Tarnard and Silas had a completely equal relationship.

The scene that Tarnard saw would not appear in Silas's sight, but Tarnard could help Silas to think and analyze the battle situation.

This is the fighting style formed by the two of them in those "past" years, and they have spent one death battle after another in this way.

The Weeping Angel will feed on the time force generated by the person being teleported away.

Vampires had never seen an end in their life, so they mishandled Sylas.

Although Silas and Tarnard couldn't escape the house guarded by the Weeping Angel at first, the Weeping Angel's physical attack was as useless as a joke to the vampires.

Fight and flee, fight again after being spotted!

Then fight the beekeepers hypnotized by Mordok until all the mercenaries are dead.

Silas is already a full-fledged fighter in this repetition!

The tacit understanding and affection between the two also continued to heat up during those years, until the moment when the old Tarnad was about to die.

"So dear, call out your brothers, their consciousness is with you. We need their help."

Silas swung the blood-clotted longsword and slashed several silent bodies.

As Silas finished speaking, a dense blood behind her began to appear as a human figure.

The river of blood of Silas, all the different consciousnesses in this river of blood are controlled by Tarnard.

Silas did not want any transformation, these consciousnesses were all endured by Talnad.

This is a river of blood that belongs to Silas alone, and even Arcador cannot do such a thing.

What's more, Akado has disappeared, and only Dracula still exists at this time!

"A battle again? When will this battle end?"

The first condensed mercenary complained loudly, and then directly took out his gun and started shooting at the silence.

"Fight until we all die for Silas, that's your sister-in-law, who has a different opinion?"

Tarnadsson stood loose at the front, smoking a cigarette.

The soul of a team of elite mercenaries is much stronger on the battlefield than those civilians in the Akado Blood River~www.NovelMTL.com~ and they all have consciousness, so they can form a complete formation.

"It's like this every time, we block our consciousness when it's critical, we don't have a captain like you!"

Another mercenary roared loudly before being punched back by Tarnard.

"Is that what you deserve to know about the process?"

Tarnard said angrily.

However, Luke and Jessica, who finally got out of the fight at this time, felt a little weird.

They have always spread dog food, but this time they really tasted the taste of dog food, which is a bit miraculous.

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