The end of the world is coming, I became a card maker

The man collapsed on the ground, half of his body was black.

The remaining two people were startled, and they dared not stay here, and ran out of the door.

However, as they made a noise here, the footsteps that had already entered a room at the end of the corridor paused, and then they hurriedly rang.

With a creak, the door at the end of the corridor was opened, and a tall figure ran all the way, killing the two people!

The flashlight flashed across the other person. This was a man who was about 1.9 meters tall, tall and straight, with a clown mask on his face and a pair of black velvet gloves on his hands.

"Brother, I've noticed that you have amazing bones. You help me hold it up, and I'll lead the way for you, so that the Gaels upstairs won't attack us indiscriminately, and you'll get hurt."

The long-haired man's signature gloomy voice sounded, and then he pushed his only remaining companion hard and ran upstairs desperately.

"Fuck!"

The companion staggered two steps and failed to climb the stairs. Sensing that the person behind him had already killed him, he could only curse in his heart, turned around and gritted his teeth to take out the props.

This is a thin square wooden board with a small circle drawn in the middle of the board.

The man raised the board and moved it away from his head, facing the person who was rushing straight at him.

The tall figure punched him, but the fist seemed to be pulled by something.

It was clearly aimed at the other person's head, but at this time, the punch hit the circle of the square wooden board!

The man only felt the wooden board in his hand shake, and it almost flew out of his hand. He quickly grabbed it and continued to retreat.

However, the fists of the tall figure came hard and fast, falling like a rainstorm.

Although it seemed that a thin wooden board could attract attacks, it was impossible to take care of it under such dense fist shadows.

The man was hit more than a dozen times on his chest, face, and neck, and blood splattered and screamed. His whole body fell hard on the stairs like a broken sack!

He smashed the opponent's throat with a palm.

Then he put away the thin wooden board and a bracelet prop that the opponent had taken out and had not yet used.

The tall figure raised his head and moved his head towards the footsteps coming from the floor above, and then went upstairs without hesitation.

Although the long-haired man sold out his companions, he felt that the other party did not buy him any time.

Listening to the dense attacks below and the sound of his companions collapsing and being knocked down, he rubbed his cheeks hard. This enemy is very dangerous. Fortunately, I did not choose to fight him head-on!

But this time was enough. He had heard a noise coming from a room, which should be where the Gaels were staying.

He pushed the door hard.

Then he felt his hair stand on end!

He saw several cold lights reflected by the lights in the room, streaking across dazzling rays of light, and suddenly rushed towards him!

"No, I'm one of you!"

The long-haired man screamed, and two short swords appeared in his hands in an instant, one on the left and one on the right, blocking in front of his forehead.

Only a few ding-ding-ding sounds were heard, and the weapons of both sides collided and sparks were created.

The powerful impact force directly knocked the long-haired man back several steps, leaning heavily against the door of the opposite room, and then knocked the door open and fell all the way down.

"Alpaca, are these Gaels crazy? They beat anyone they see?"

The long-haired man was anxious and angry, and he cursed all the ancestors of the few people in his heart.

Just when he fell to the ground and subconsciously supported his weapon to stand up.

Maybe his movement hit a filing cabinet against the wall of the room, and it slowly fell to the ground.

Before it fell completely, some small items in the filing cabinet fell down first.

Including a pencil sharpener hidden in a book.

Because the light was too dim, the long-haired man didn't notice it at all. When his eyes bulged and he realized that he was attacked, he saw that the pencil sharpener had been completely stabbed into the thigh muscle.

Even though the blade was relatively shallow, so that even though it had been desperately stabbed deep, the wound was still not deep, but it still hurt so much that the corners of his mouth twitched.

After pulling it out and throwing it away, he stuffed a hemostatic capsule into his mouth and limped to the window.

The footsteps climbed the stairs very quickly.

Almost at the moment when he broke the glass and jumped out, the other party was already standing at the door, watching him jump down coldly.

The tall figure turned around and faced the opposite

The door opposite.

The door opposite was already open, and the six Gaels inside were already on full alert, staring at him coldly.

The pointed-faced Gael in the lead said in a sinister voice: "Come on, let's see who you are, and why you want to play tricks here?"

"Wait until we crush you to pieces, and then turn this copy upside down, I wonder if this copy can continue!"

Just as his voice fell, a very terrifying light suddenly lit up from the other party.

The light source comparable to a large light bulb of several thousand watts instantly made several unprepared people scream.

Due to the influence of their living environment, the Gaels are more sensitive to strong light and are not adapted to it.

Under such light, their performance is even worse than that of ordinary people.

But several people should be experienced warriors, and their reactions are also fast at this time.

I saw that the weapons with five-pointed star-shaped swords in their hands, the multiple edges of the five-pointed star actually swung like snakes, and finally connected into a long crooked straight line stabbing straight at him!

This made their weapons suddenly become more than one meter long and close to two meters long!

An inch longer is an inch stronger. In an instant, the tall figure was besieged by so many weapons. He took two steps back, crossed his arms and supported each other, blocking all the attacks with a clanging sound.

Then, while several people put away their weapons and prepared to attack again, he suddenly rushed in again!

"Go to hell!"

The pointed-faced man screamed, and two paper cranes appeared in his hands.

As soon as the paper cranes left his hands, they swelled up in the wind and eventually became the size of two real cranes. With a flap of their wings, they flew like sharp arrows and pecked at the eyes of the tall figure!

However, the whole room was illuminated at this time, and no matter how big or small the changes were, they could not escape the eyes of the tall figure.

As soon as the two paper cranes turned into cranes, they heard a series of fierce fists hitting them.

The two paper cranes made strange screams and slammed into the wall like real objects, and were beaten so hard that they could no longer fly.

At the same time, another Gaelic prop attack also came.

This was a thing similar to a small plastic fork in fast food. It swelled in the wind and eventually became the size of a knife and fork held in both hands, and suddenly stabbed into the chest of the tall figure!

The tall figure felt that this attack seemed impossible to avoid. The small fork came very fast and followed him like a shadow.

But this weapon did not cause any damage. It just fixed him in place for a moment, and then he was stabbed and took two steps back.

The small fork then fell to the ground, and the two sides still maintained a balance of offense and defense.

However, the tall figure was extremely difficult to deal with. Several Gaels' eyes had not fully recovered at this time, and he came to kill again!