Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

That sound seemed to wake him up completely from his deep depression. As the black-clothed man's sword struck down, he quickly stretched out his foot and kicked the black-clothed man's sword.

The sword flew out immediately.

Finally, he turned over instinctively, but staggered because of the wound on his back.

Wei Lan roared until his throat was torn, but he didn't have much time to care about him. His eyes were fixed on the black man in front of him.

The black man rushed over with almost no scruples, as if he discovered that his skills were not as fast as he had imagined.

Wei Lan was worried for himself. After shooting the one in his hand, he had no time to load the second one, and with the opponent's dodging speed, he didn't know whether he could hit it.

Wei Lan took a few steps back towards Al, and the two of them faced each other nervously. When the other tried to dodge with a knife, Wei Lan shouted:

"His Majesty Emperor Ryan——!!"

Hearing this name, several people looked back.

Only he could come up with such a stupid method. In just a second, Wei Lan released his thumb, and the sword feather grabbed the man in black in front of him like a hunting eagle.

This movement was too fast. Wei Lan's eyes seemed to be on the arrow, but he found that it could not hit him at all, and his heart sank.

When the black man noticed it, he reacted very quickly and dodged, and the arrow did not hit him.

The corners of his masked eyes curled up, and he seemed to be smiling triumphantly, which made Wei Lan feel even colder.

But in the next second, a horizontal silver light flashed in the air, pierced through the neck of the man in black, and flew into the depths of the forest.

The black-clothed man's pupils suddenly shrank, and without even a groan, blood spurted from his neck and he fell stiffly to the ground.

"Um?!"

Wei Lan looked around vigilantly, but the forest was still silent and he found nothing.

But he didn't have time to think about it, he picked up the dead man's scimitar on the ground and ran towards Al.

It was also a very tough fight over there, no, it should be said that it was one-sided abuse.

The man in black holding the sword slashed at Al madly. Al already had several knife wounds on his body, and his face was already pale because of the sword wound on his back.

At this moment, even dodging seemed difficult.

When Wei Lan approached the black-clothed man's back, he stabbed him without hesitation. The black man trembled, but found that his strength was not enough to pierce him.

What the hell is this crappy knife? He was just about to pull it out and stab him again when the black man turned around and slashed at him madly.

Wei Lan had anticipated this step, and used his special move, falling backwards and falling to the ground.

But he didn't expect that there was a cliff just a few centimeters behind his head.

Seeing this, the black man raised the knife with both hands and stabbed at him.

In desperation, Wei Lan threw the small scimitar in his hand behind the man in black, but at the same time, the man in black had already stabbed his abdomen with the sword!

Al's face turned pale, a drop of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. Looking at the situation in front of him, he quickly caught the small scimitar.

His shaking hands almost subconsciously moved towards the man in black, but a woman appeared in his confused mind.

The sword in his hand pierced her neck, and blood stained the long skirt the woman was wearing red.

His whole face was filled with horror, as if the scene before him had turned back to that time.

"Al..." Fuck you, is the knife in your hand just for show?! Wei Lan grabbed the blade with both hands, feeling so painful that he wanted to die.

Al's breathing quickened, and his mind suddenly imagined the way other people laughed. He raised his hand and stabbed it into the side of the black-clothed man's neck, and blood spurted out instantly.

But as he was doing this, another flash of silver light appeared, and the black-clothed man's hand holding the sword was pierced by something, which flew straight to his chest. He then fell to the side and pressed down on Wei Lan's calf.

Wei Lan opened his mouth, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he was still in shock.

What the hell is going on?

At this time, Al fell down.

But before they could catch their breath, a figure suddenly appeared from the side.

Wei Lan's bloodshot eyes tightened as he realized that this man was one of the two mercenaries who were chasing him at that time.

But now he was covered in blood, and he looked back vigilantly while running towards this side, his eyes full of fear. The Cook's machete in his hand was also covered in blood, but there was nothing behind him.

When he turned around and saw the situation on Wei Lan's side, a hint of surprise flashed across his horrified expression, and then turned into a ferocious look.

Wei Lan's pupils twitched, and he immediately dragged his tired body to pull Ai'er.

There is no need to curse loudly.

"What a bad luck!"

At the same time, there was a rustling sound coming from the jungle far behind him, but his attention was not on that at all.

He looked around and found that he was at the edge of a cliff and the mercenary was dozens of meters away.

Is it more likely that he dragged Al away, or that the mercenary was faster?

Of course it’s the mercenary’s speed!

Wei Lan glanced down the cliff. He was at a very high position with a waterfall. There was a large grassland on the edge of the small lake.

At this moment, the setting sun cast a red hue on the green grassland.

There was a big cut on his hand. He glanced at Al who had fainted on the ground and the mercenaries who were bloodthirsty.

Without thinking for a second, he kicked him and threw him off the cliff.

Finally he jumped.

What he was thinking was that everyone who deserved to die should die, and he didn't want to be stabbed to death.

Let the male protagonist No. n die, it’s none of his business. It’s his ability to decide who survives the fall.

Whoever falls and hits his head on a rock deserves it. He is tired of this damn world.

At this moment, the system's voice came into my mind, [Warning! Warning! ......]

But the sound of the falling wind was too loud and he couldn't hear what it was.

On the cliff, a long-haired figure rushed over a few millimeters away from the edge.

"You are--!" The mercenary looked at the beauty in front of him, and before he could finish his words, he was hit in the center of his forehead.

At this time, two more people rushed over from the other side.

"Lord Phoenix!" Gemma's voice came as she ran.

Gabriel stopped in front of him, glanced down the cliff, and then shouted:

"The leader."

Gemma ran up to him and found that the leader of their religion had a very cold look in his eyes. Although he was usually distant and cold, he still looked gentle because of his face.

But now he has this expression. The leader clearly said that he came here because of the appearance of the vampire figure. They acted separately, so why did the leader come to the edge of the cliff?

Moreover, along the way he came, there were a total of four corpses lying here.

"Throw the body somewhere crowded."

He gave only these instructions and walked towards the forest, his fingers curled and tightened.

Nothing can change...