A Weird Theater That Started In London

Pan Ming was covered in blood.

Obviously, the blood can only come from him, because the world-defying creatures belong to the dark race, most of them are undead. They either have no blood, or they have a different color, not bright red.

What's going on? Who's fighting inside.

Whispers sounded.

Pan Ming, who rushed over in a hurry, stopped and stared straight at the dark scene in front of him. The ghostly thing surrounded the entire Chiswell Street tightly, making it difficult for people to enter except for a frontal breakthrough.

However, thinking of his not-so-complete state, Pan Ming pressed his impulse. He didn't know who was inside, nor where the danger came from, so he had to adjust his state first.

No matter what, you must not rush in and give it for nothing.

With this in mind, Pan Ming found a roof and sat down, repairing the injury as quickly as possible. At the same time, he looked distractedly at the dark scene from time to time to see if there was any change.

And in the dark.

Duke rolled dozens of times in the rain, thrust his short gun into the ground to slow down, and barely stopped the tendency to retreat.

Frankly speaking, since he decided to take the technological route, he was destined to make some compromises in frontal combat capabilities.

So now Duke is suffering.

If it were Pan Ming or Zhou Tian, ​​he might be at a disadvantage, but he would never be in such a mess. If it weren't for the powerful weapon he got from the dwarf master, which could be used as a support, then he would be knocked into the air this time. Will break at least one leg.

Not exaggerating!

Just look at the deep gully that the body dragged out on the ground.

Let me do it.

A voice full of air came.

It would have been nice to have no eyes, for Duke could clearly see that the giant Wadelowe was badly wounded—

Even though the body has been strengthened by the dwarf master, many areas are still broken, and the operation of the internal movement can be clearly seen.

And the reason why his voice is thick, as if full of confidence, is entirely because the vocal tract system has not been damaged, that's all.

never mind……

Duke struggled to get up from the ground. Anyway, in terms of frontal combat ability, he was still ranked first in the same grade. How could he pretend to be dead to avoid fighting.

I don't belong to this era. Being able to contribute to ending the turmoil is definitely a worthy death, and I don't have to worry about my body being used again by ambitious people...

There was a smile on the face of Wade Lowe, a tall giant, and no one would doubt the truth of his words.

Even a player who can theoretically resurrect infinitely cannot be so calm, because Wade Lowe is really not afraid of death, especially when he knows that his sacrifice can bring meaning to others.

It's a pity that there are always people who make inappropriate ridicule.

It's really touching, even the death is scrambling.

It has to be said that the other half of the soul split by Police Officer Wensley is particularly poor, and it can even be described as a bad character.

After a fight, Duke also knew that the other party had inherited part of the original owner's memory, but he didn't care about the old feelings at all, and rushed to kill himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, a spear made of black mist flew straight up, enlarging in Duke's eyes.

clang!

The sound of vibration exploded in my ears.

Miss Meacham is an actionist, she is too lazy to reminisce about the past with the dying person, two spears made of rain and fog, wrapped in huge force, rushed towards the target with an unstoppable momentum.

Giant Wade Lowe flew out.

There was a sound of sound barrier breaking.

He took the blow with his chest, and not only that, but also blocked Duke, who was seriously injured and needed time to adjust, with the Dwarven Hammer.

The sensational atmosphere broke instantly.

This woman who had been blackened by her obsession was very decisive. She killed Wade Lowe to death, leaving Duke alone.

In Meacham's eyes, he voluntarily retreated to a desolate world without human activities, and Lu Li and his accomplices still did not let them go, so they could only be deterred by blood and death.

It just so happened that the strange police officer Wensley, who was formed by half of his soul, was not a decent person either. He neither had the lofty ideal of helping the poor, nor cared about old feelings, and had no sense of honor or disgrace. He fooled the dead at will, summoning one after another Fought the unfortunate dead while alive and fought for your own good.

Killing you, that guy named Lu Li should be sad for a long time.

A gentle smile appeared on Wensley's face, but it was just the devil wearing a hypocritical mask.

After the words fell, a burst of black smoke surged, and the faces of various people were looming inside, and they all appeared in pain.

Duke has seen this scene countless times. The reverse world belongs to the dead, and the living cannot get energy replenishment, but the dark creatures are not, and their descendants are endless.

No matter how many waves of attacks he and Wade Lowe repelled, the two on the opposite side would soon be able to organize the next wave.

Ding dong.

There was a crisp sound.

The last four silver coins fell to the ground at the same time, firmly protecting the user without leaving any dead ends.

Frankly speaking, Duke actually thought that there would be a day when the seal-shaped coat of arms was not used to fight against the enemy, but to protect himself.

Fighting for another five minutes...

After sighing in his heart for a while, he closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to the outside world, and tried his best to recover from his injuries.

If the condition of the human body can be digitized, then Duke’s red bar representing health and the blue sky representing physical fitness must have all reached the lowest point, only half a step away from death.

Therefore, seeing that he was trying to be brave, Wade Lowe resolutely went to death to fight for a chance for him.

In fact, if Duke is not dead, this kind giant is not without a chance to be resurrected, and the miracle can still be staged again,

only……

Duke was quietly distracted. He was looking forward to Lu Li, Pan Ming, or Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, or even Du Quan, or Zhou Tian, ​​whom he didn't know well, as long as someone came to help resolve the crisis.

Someone is coming outside.

This guy's friend.

The sealing technique isolated everything.

So Duke didn't hear the conversation, but he knew it was getting tricky.

Those summoned creatures made up of monstrosities were hitting the sealing wall, and they lasted for another minute at most, and this time was not enough to complete self-healing, it could only restore him to the point where he could move twice.

With this in mind, Duke put the broken gun used for close combat back into his waist, and silently drew out an arquebus.

In the end, we still have to rely on technology to save ourselves.

With a sigh, Duke silently dropped a flame-patterned copper coin. After lighting the fuse, while waiting for the seal wall to shatter, he was able to launch a special projectile, which might be able to drag a person to die with him.

But this is a choice of last resort.

Maybe you can try to attack the shady one, betting that someone outside is watching and waiting.

In fact, this possibility is not low, because Duke knows that he is the meat on the chopping board and has already been eaten by the husband and wife in front of him, but the other party is suddenly eager to make a move, probably because there are some variables.

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