The Black Book

"Guan Dai, it seems that there is still fighting ahead!"

"Should we go up to help?"

"Fuck, the gods are fighting, are we going to die?"

"But if we sit back and watch our friendly troops being besieged and do nothing to help them, we will be beheaded!"

Listening to the quarrels of his subordinates, Guan Dai made a quick decision.

"Stop quarreling, let's go up carefully and take a look from a distance. If we can help, we will help. If we can't help, we will retreat!"

After saying that, Guan Dai led everyone to move forward slowly. Not long after, they suddenly saw a black smoke floating in the sky.

"There is something in the sky!"

"It looks like a bird!"

"Where can a bird have black smoke coming out of its butt?"

"But it has wings! The wings are still glowing!"

…………

Just as everyone was talking, the object in the sky seemed to fall towards them slowly but quickly, with a thick black smoke, drawing a clear trajectory, and smashed not far from them with a bang.

The ground was shaking slightly from hundreds of meters away, and everyone looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Just now, they were closer and finally saw that it was not a strange bird at all, but a human wearing strange armor and steel wings on his back.

"Can the Western magic armor fly into the sky now?"

"The gap between us and the foreigners is too big, we will never catch up in our lifetime!"

"Qing pills!"

Seeing the incomprehensible sci-fi armor, everyone couldn't help but feel a little powerless and desperate.

After decades of trying to save the nation, the gap not only did not narrow, but widened...

Is it really a problem with race and civilization?

At this moment, Guan Dai's roar interrupted everyone's wild thoughts.

"Shut up! Form a battle formation, let's go up and see what's going on?"

After saying that, Guan Dai held the spear in his hand tightly, bent his body, and moved forward silently using the cover of vegetation.

Soon, they saw the target.

In the center of a miniature "meteorite crater", a slender figure with steel wings on his back was struggling to get up, but an eight-sided Han sword pierced through his vest and chest, and the bright red blood dripped along the sword edge, forming a small pool of blood under him.

Seeing this scene, everyone seemed to see the miserable wild goose shot down by an arrow, and the powerlessness and dejection in their hearts inexplicably dissipated.

The foreigner's flying armor is not very good...

Deserve to die...

On the other side, Muriel Frankel lay on the ground, and the crazy warnings of the combat AI kept echoing in her ears.

"Severe blood loss, please stop the bleeding as soon as possible!"

"Blood pressure has dropped to the danger line!"

"Large areas of lung lobes are damaged, and blood oxygen concentration is less than 50."

"Multiple organs are damaged, and there is severe internal bleeding!"

"Multiple fractures throughout the body."

………………

The sharp prompt sound seemed to come from the distant sky. Muriel Frankel's eyes went dark, and she used her strong willpower to hold on without fainting.

Looking up, the optical detector found the approaching soldiers. Seeing their ugly pig braids, Muriel Frankel felt even more bitter.

If she was in a normal state, these guys would be just a group of ants, but at this time, they might be the last straw that broke the camel's back!

"Cough cough!"

Coughing out the blood in the trachea, a little air rushed into the lungs, slightly relieving her painful suffocation.

Immediately, she held the sword that passed through her chest with her backhand, and tried to pull it out with an awkward posture.

Crunch~

But the sturdy armor stuck to the sword, and she had lost blood and strength. She was almost in shock and couldn't pull out the sword at all. Instead, she was twitching and trembling from the pain of the wound.

"Uh-woo!"

"Let me help you."

The soft whisper like a nightmare suddenly sounded in her ears, and Muriel Frankel trembled all over, and was frightened.

Before she could react, a big foot stepped on her back, and the sword that pierced her chest was held in someone's hand.

Squeak~

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

The eight-sided Han sword that passed through her chest was roughly pulled out, and the violent friction made her internal organs spasm and wriggle, bringing her heart-piercing pain, instantly making her nerves that were about to faint extremely clear and sensitive!

On the other side, listening to the girl's miserable wailing, Zhu Haomiao felt a little happy for no reason, and gently swung the sword flower to shake off the blood drops on the sword.

Releasing the boots that were stepping on her, the boy used his sword to gently turn the girl over, and then gently cut open her facial armor, revealing her fair and beautiful facial features.

Looking down at the girl's eyes from above, Zhu Haomiao smiled lightly.

"Why are you running so fast? There is no oil here..."

And at his feet, facing the teasing full of bad taste, Muriel Frankel did not respond, but just relaxed like accepting her fate, staring at the boy silently, as if she wanted to engrave this face into her soul.

"Hmm? You look at me like this? Do you want revenge?"

Zhu Haomiao blinked strangely. He did not see the deep hatred in the other's eyes, but felt relieved and relieved.

"No, I know, I have no chance to take revenge on a monster like you, I just want to remember your appearance and stay away from you in the future."

Muriel Frankel's words made Zhu Haomiao stunned, and he looked at her with a surprised look.

So sober in the world?

"Since you've started watching, why don't you surrender?"

"According to the rules of the competition, although you will be eliminated if you surrender, you can save your life."

Hearing this, Muriel Frankel sneered, and when the wound was involved, her eyebrows knotted in pain.

"How could I surrender when the whole world was watching?"

"Even if players from other countries can surrender to China, I can't."

Speaking of this, Muriel Frankel looked into Zhu Haomiao's eyes meaningfully and murmured in a low voice.

"This is a war without smoke. Any weak move will make me and my family suffer forever..."

"In comparison, a heroic death can make me look like a hero..."

While muttering to herself, Muriel Frankel's heart suddenly moved.

"But before I die, can I see your [Dragon Emblem]?"

Upon hearing this request, Zhu Haomiao raised his arms and lifted up his dark cloak, revealing a noble and elegant purple-gold color underneath.

Staring deeply at the badge on the boy's chest, Muriel Frankel gave a self-deprecating bitter smile.

"Sure enough... Super Power..."

After speaking, she gently raised her slender neck, exposing her white throat.

"It is my honor to die by the sword of [Chinese Martial God]."

"Hurry up and do it, it hurts so much..."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips with a complicated expression.

You lie down like this and let me fuck you, which makes me lose all interest!

Looking at the girl at his feet who literally "killed her at the slightest sign of her neck", Zhu Haomiao sighed softly, and the long sword in his hand drew a soft and agile cold light.