I made the myth template

Even before he died, he didn't know why he died.

Of course, Su Heng couldn't judge whether Qi Xiu's actions were right or wrong.

In terms of the ultimate goal, if the cultists don't die, the threat of the forbidden zone may drag the entire city into the abyss of despair, and hundreds or even tens of millions of people will be buried for it.

And the civilians in the bar... said they were civilians.

But they are still spending time here at night, and after thinking about it for a while, they know that these guys are definitely not serious people.

Mostly gang members.

Su Heng was just a little emotional, with the improvement of life level.

Human nature is gradually disappearing.

laugh!

While he was thinking, there was a new movement in the bar that had been licked by the tongue of fire.

The two high-explosive howitzers did not completely kill everyone inside.

At this moment.

Human figures, like sharp black arrows, shot out from the broken windows on both sides.

Their speed was fast, and the burn marks on their bodies were healing in a way visible to the naked eye.

Among the scorched flesh and blood, squirming tentacles can still be seen.

obviously.

These guys are all cultists.

Moreover, being able to survive the first round of bombing is definitely not weak.

But if the special department doesn't make a move, once you make up your mind to make a move, it will definitely be a heavy blow, no matter what the cost, and all possibilities are considered.

Bang bang bang!

In the dark corner of the street buildings.

The sound of the sniper rifle firing came, and the bullets were extremely powerful.

And in mid-air, the cultists couldn't use force to change their trajectory, and about one-third of the cultists hadn't landed on the ground yet.

The body has already been turned into pieces of meat under the anti-equipment bullets.

And the other cultists who escaped by chance, before they had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a large number of figures appeared densely in front of them.

These tall figures.

There are men, women and children, and their strength is not weak.

They are just like Su Heng.

They are all counted as external employees of special departments.The current action can not only kill the cult members who are shouting for beatings to defend their homeland, but also earn a lot of rewards.

Naturally, they were very excited, after seeing those deformed cultists.

These awakened people are not only not afraid of fear.

Instead, they let out strange screams one by one, like a hungry tiger seeing a sheep, and rushed forward to tear the cultists into pieces.

exactly.

It's here at the front entrance of the bar.

There was also a heretic who was as round as a fleshy ball, flying out of the broken door and window.

The next place to stay was the unfinished building where Su Heng was.

The fat man saw that only Su Heng was headed here, and there were no other helpers on the left and right sides.There was a look of excitement in the bean-sized eyes.

But soon.

This expression was replaced by horror.

Two completely different expressions were distorted on a fat face, which looked rather comical.

laugh!

Su Heng took a step forward.

Raise your hand.

A large piece of golden dragon scales appeared on the arms, the muscles were intertwined, and the thick tendons were like criss-crossing chains.At the end of the fingers, there are black cuticles spreading crazily, like dragon claws.

Just seeing this picture.

It gives people a sense of steel-like inhuman strength.

Boom!

The palm that fused part of the giant lizard's power slapped forward heavily.

The giant black palm magnified and magnified in front of the fat man... until it covered the sky and the sun like Mount Tai.

puff!

The fat and greasy round face was slapped directly into the chest cavity by Juli.

The fist-sized heart was beating wildly, expanding to the limit under the pressure until it was full of cracks.

Bang!

Heart burst.

Blood gushes out like a spring, spraying everywhere.

Su Heng didn't care about it, and stomped heavily on the unfinished building, densely packed cracks criss-crossed under his feet.

The whole building was shaking.

Countless gravel and dust fell from the wall and dome one after another.

Sulfone!

The door of the bar was knocked open by Su Heng.

The gate made of solid wood and steel was so heavy that it was blown away like a cannonball.

behind the wooden door.

Two sneaky cultists were about to slip through the gate.

Before he took two steps, he was crushed to the corner of the wall by the flying gate, and was crushed in the gravel. Blood flowed out, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Su Heng continued to move forward.

There were two cult members on the left and right, covered in blood, with burn marks all over their bodies.

The mood of cultists is inherently unstable.

Under the severe pain, they went crazy, roared, picked up the steel knife in their hands, and slashed at Su Heng's head.

Su Heng's movements were one step faster than theirs.

Haven't had time to see clearly yet.

Two broad and powerful palms had already landed on both sides of the cultist's neck.

Give it a hard touch.

Click!

Two big heads burst at the same time, and red, white and white brains were everywhere.

After letting go of the two limp corpses, Su Heng continued to move forward.

At this time, in the narrow bar, many masters of special subjects rushed into it. The bar that had just been washed by flames was now in a mess, with cultists and fighters from special subjects fighting each other everywhere.

However, one is the most famous of the three subjects.

The other one is a cultist who shouts and beats everyone and can only live in the gutter.

This war still broke out in a situation of intentional calculation or unintentional calculation.

The result is of course needless to say.

On the scene, the soldiers of the special department had already gained the absolute upper hand, each cultist was ruthlessly cut down like a weed by a sharp razor.

blood is flowing everywhere

Burnt and torn corpses lie beneath their feet.

Bang!

Su Heng paused for a while, raised his head, and saw Qi Xiu's figure in the box on the second floor.

This guy is not as casual as he was when he first saw him.

嗏

Dressed in a white suit, participating in this kind of event still gave Su Heng a nondescript feeling.

In the narrow box, Qi Xiu's opponent was a two-meter-tall naked brawny man.

The strong man's eyes burned like bloody torches.

It's just that kind of spirit, and one can tell at a glance that this guy is a transcendent with quite good strength.Ta's body was full of muscles, and what was even more frightening was that there were two arms growing on the back and underarms of the strong man.

A total of six arms are under full attack at this moment.

In the entire box, there are fist shadows everywhere.After receiving two punches, the solid wall was full of cracks.

But no matter how desperately the furious cultists attack, Qi Xiu is like a cat teasing a mouse, dodging with ease.

If we say that the cultist's attack was a pitch black storm.

Then

Qi Xiu is Haiyan traveling through the rainstorm.

As if sensing Su Heng's gaze, Qi Xiu's breath trembled slightly, and she no longer dodged.

"Hahahaha!"

The crazy six-armed cultist had no time to think, and let out a big laugh.

The six arms grabbed at the same time from different directions, and they were about to tear this guy to pieces.

Puff puff puff puff!

Sword light flashed.

Six thick arms fell to the ground in unison

The viscous plasma was sprayed out under the high pressure inside the body, and the whole room was dyed blood red.

"this…"

Seeing this, Su Heng's eyes were slightly solemn.

The cultist might not be able to see clearly, but Su Heng could.

It wasn't the real sword light that cut the cultist's arm, but the Guanshou. With the special skill of exerting force, even the flesh and blood of an ordinary person could split pebbles and bricks.

What's more, Qi Xiu is a powerhouse of the third life level.

Bang!

His six arms fell to the ground at the same time.

The leader of the evil church seemed a little unbelievable, his pupils constricted into needlepoints.

However, before he had time to react.

Qi Xiu shot again.

This time, with the palm curled up into a fist, the middle finger protruded slightly, right between the eyebrows.

Click!

A crisp sound.

The cultist's eyes were white, and he was lying on his back on the ground.

"Clap!"