Throne of Shadows

In the cold wind howling morning, the mercenaries silently checked their equipment.In the distance, a lonely figure came against the wind and sand.

"Alone?" the lead mercenary asked in a deep voice.

"one person."

"Alright."

The town of Holy Cross, the largest castle, is also where the church is located.According to rumors, this majestic building complex was originally the film base before the crisis of civilization.Inside is not only a unique scenery, but also various organs and secret passages for shooting.

If it is tourism, then this huge building is undoubtedly a good place to go, and it is worth the risk.However, this place is now a place where people die.

"We're late." Zieg stared at the mangled corpse at the door, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

"It may not be a good thing to come here last night." Dongchen swept the corpse aside, and the dirty blood drew a long stain, as if foreshadowing something.

The mercenaries didn't draw their swords, they drew their guns.Today, there is no need to save energy, and tomorrow is only possible if we can survive.

Even though it is often cleaned, years of wind and sand erosion have stained this majestic building with traces of time.

The mercenaries stepped forward on the sand and dust, leaving behind rows of footprints.

Holding the sword, Dongchen spread the killing spirit all over his body, and slowly became active. The soul energy gushing from the depths of his skull flowed down and mixed with the killing spirit. The blood red was gray and white, which looked quite weird.The mercenaries instinctively moved away from him.

Unknowingly, Dongchen walked to the front of the team.

A relief as an ornament fell from the air without warning, the nervous mercenaries instantly raised their guns high, and the intense energy flow swept away large swaths of sand and stones, and the not so strong reliefs fell one after another. , hitting the ground and breaking into pieces.

A half-mutilated angel's head rolled to his feet, Dongchen looked at her incomplete and delicate face, and felt an indescribably weird feeling.

The gunfire of the mercenaries stopped, and their faces turned red.As a soldier who has been fighting for a long time, it is really embarrassing to do such a fire thing.But it's not their fault, the unknown is scary.What's more, there are more monsters of this kind that suddenly appeared than bugs.

No one wants to get hurt, and getting hurt means death.

Dull atmosphere, deadly pressure.The mercenaries can still fight, which is already good.

A cloud of dust floated around.

Suddenly, a mercenary standing outside flew upside down.

He opened his mouth in horror, and swept the muzzle of the gun high up towards the sky.

An illusory figure appeared beside the mercenary, the brilliance like a full moon flashed, and the mercenary in mid-air fell down.

Ziggy tore off his collar, feeling his throat dry for a while, and cold sweat poured out from his pores.

As soon as he realized what happened suddenly, he saw a strange figure and rushed out before him.

The figure held a narrow sword with a dark red flame in its hand.

While dancing, it is like the moonlight in the sky.

This is the third time Zieg has seen Dong Chen make a move. He has long known that Dong Chen is very strong, but he did not expect Dong Chen to be so strong.Maybe Dongchen's attack power is not strong.But this reaction speed and movement speed are enough.In the last days, being one step ahead of others means that you can live longer than others.

Isn't there a saying that says, it doesn't matter if I can't outrun a tiger, as long as I can outrun you.

The mercenaries looked at Dongchen with complicated expressions.

Dongchen ignored them, his eyes fixed on the rescued mercenary.

This is a middle-aged black man, he has a mouthful of white teeth, and he always likes to hang around the female mercenaries.Those big protruding eyes are always shining with searching light.Now, the laughter and indifference of the past are gone in these eyes.

He looked at Dongchen, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and then it turned into helplessness, and there was still some inexplicable taste.

"Kill me." Slowly pulled a section of dark red, rope-like tail from the neck.The voice of the middle-aged black mercenary was full of bitterness and unwillingness. Everyone noticed the wound on his neck.

The rope-like tail was sinister with barbs, and there was a circle of bloodstains on the black mercenary's neck.

Dongchen kicked the gun he dropped on the ground: "Like a man, don't give up until the last moment."

The black man climbed up leaning on the gun, walked two steps forward, and found that his former partner had guarded eyes, and the expression of fear and worry deeply hurt him.

"I will stand at the forefront of the team and fight until the last moment. If... I have any accident..." The black man looked at Dongchen, and said firmly, "Kill me."

Selfless?or something else?

No one can understand the thoughts of the black mercenaries. In order to break the bad atmosphere, Zieg changed the subject: "What was that thing just now?"

The mercenaries looked at Dongchen first, and then turned to the black man, and they inevitably dodged when looking at the latter.

"I don't know." The black man shook his head, with a weird smile on his face, not sure if it was self-deprecating or something else.

The mercenaries turned their gazes back again.

"Reptiles, the dust is too big, and I can't see it very clearly. It escaped from the wall in the end." Dongchen pointed to a few imprints that were not clear and gradually disappeared in the wind.

The mercenaries stared at them with their eyes wide open, and then at the surrounding walls, their faces were as black as they could be.

"What are you afraid of? I have Lao Tzu standing in front of you."

The black man picked up his gun like a hero, and strode forward to the front of the team: "Beasts, the men are here, if you have the guts, come out and fight!"

It was a completely neurotic speech, mercenaries, you look at me, I look at you, and finally set your sights on Zieg.

Zieg looked at Dongchen, showing respect for the strong.

"We need to find the steering wheel, there is no way out." Dongchen calmly gave the answer.

The team went on.

The blacks walked far ahead, shouting or humming a few strange tunes from time to time.

As time passed, his steps gradually became weak, his feet swayed, the muzzle of the gun was downward, and he held it weakly with one hand.

The mercenaries looked at him, watching him turn around slowly while clutching his neck.

"Kill... kill... me..."

Gunshots sounded.

The energy flow roared past.

The black man fell down, his pale, bloodshot eyes stared at his former companion until death, with gratitude in madness.

The mercenaries were silent, the wind and sand blowing their clothes, and the dust and mud across their legs and wrists did not match the blood flowed by the black mercenaries bit by bit.

Dong Chen shook his head and took the lead to walk forward.

The mercenaries followed one by one, and they would stop for a while when they passed by the black corpse, sending blessings in their own ways.

Zig was the last to walk, and lightly stroked the eyes of the black mercenary: "Brother, let's go."