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Admiral Sanatus? !

Everyone stared blankly at the man, turning around for a while.

"Philar Sanates..."

Sanatus, in the ancient text, means the God of Slaughter.In the Sishengyate Empire, this name is a taboo. No one will say this name easily, as if just saying it will summon the god of death.

A being to be admired and feared at the same time.

But at this moment, people looked at the man with terrified expressions, tense bodies, and a strong smell of blood on the tip of their noses, reminding them all the time that the god of death had come.

In Feilaer's left pocket, a palm-sized small ginseng poked its head, two small buds covered their eyes, and grinned silly with its small mouth.He stretched out his small hand to pull Raphael's clothes, and asked in a waxy voice, "Can you open it?"

Feilaer glanced at him lightly, his eyes were deep, and he said hoarsely: "Close."

With a sound of rolling, he covered his eyes obediently, sat cross-legged in his pocket, his little head flickered.

The rolling sound was not loud, and Edie and the others only heard Ferrar suddenly say shut up. For a moment, they were puzzled and panicked, and did not dare to make a single movement, lest they offend this murderous admiral.

Edie was the first to react. He looked at Ferrar nervously and said, "Admiral Sanates, you...what is this?"

Ferrar didn't look at him, his dark green eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt cold. The next moment, the long sword stuck in the man's head fell back into his hand, blood splashed on the people next to him, and the man on the ground left behind. There is a lot of blood. After being pulled out, there is a big bloody skull on the forehead. The surrounding flesh is already rotten, and the stench is pungent, which is horrible.

Ahead, a man in black was holding a long sword, his face was frosty, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if the person pierced by his sword was not a person but a corpse.

A few timid people couldn't bear it anymore and panicked.Seeing the man, he took a few steps back, yelling "Killer" and ran forward. Edie glanced at the commotion crowd, but closed his eyes and didn't say anything.

There were bursts of low roars from behind, accompanied by heat waves and sandstorms, and the smell of blood drifted around, attracting the monsters that had been sleeping for many years.

Feilaer looked away lightly, his long eyebrows were drawn deeply, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he walked forward with his long sword in his hand without looking at the crowd.

"Admiral Sanatus, there are monsters ahead, you..."

Before Edie finished speaking, the man had already disappeared into the yellow sand. If it wasn't for the dead man on the ground, all this would have seemed like a big dream.

Toyin lowered his eyebrows, looked at the carrion on the dead man's arm, and whispered: "The situation may be worse than we thought."

Edie followed his line of sight, and his heart sank slowly. He looked at the empty Gobi sandbar, clenched his fingers, and said in a solemn voice, "Go back!"

Edie raised her head slightly, looking at the scorching sun, smelling the bloody smell from afar, her golden eyes dimmed.

Can I still go back?

*****

"Can it be opened?"

In the endless desert, a very soft voice came, shaking the little red flower above his head, covering his eyes with his little hand, and asked softly.

Feilaer didn't answer him, and walked forward with a cold expression.

Gun Gun was stupid, he didn't know what to do, he covered his eyes with his two small hands, and he could put it down on his own, but he kept asking tirelessly, his tone was a little cheerful, obviously he was amused by himself.

"Can it be opened?"

Rolling dangled in the man's pocket, giggling, his voice was clear and tender.The man didn't respond, so Gun Gun gently tugged at his clothes, and asked again in a childish voice.

Feilaer stopped and looked at the group of corpses facing him, his eyes were cold, the long sword in his hand was glowing blue, and he said slowly in a hoarse and deep voice: "No."

Rolling gave a soft oh, and sat down obediently, with his little head resting on his pocket, his little feet swaying, and the little red flower on his head swaying in the wind.

He is an obedient ginseng tree!

Feral looked at the swarms of corpses staggering forward, and there was no panic in his eagle-like eyes. The electromagnetic sound around him was more obvious, and intermittent sounds came into his ears.

"The biochemical doomsday of the ancient earth...Data transmission...Information query...Information query failed..."

"Danger…"

"Danger…"

The bodies of these skeleton corpses, which have been sleeping for thousands of years, have long since decayed, leaving only one skeleton. The strange thing is that inside their skulls, there is still a blue-black brain. On the brain, countless intertwined and chaotic meridians are beating. Pulled by a few strands of rotten hair, the rotting flesh was covered with dried scarlet blood, which was hideous and terrifying.They had just eaten off the man's arm, and there were bloody shreds and minced meat hanging on the skeleton.

Once again, they tasted the smell of blood and food, which made them agitated. The extremely sharp teeth collided with Kazkaz, and there seemed to be a faint light in the eye sockets of the skeletons. The alluring fragrance made these zombies extra frenzied, and their stiff bodies rushed towards Fei Laer.

Ferrar lowered his eyes halfway, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, the cold sword aura seemed to have ghosts contending.

The skeleton body ran towards Feral, although its movements were stiff, its five fingers were exceptionally sharp, secreting a large amount of secretions, if it was an ordinary person, it would probably be swallowed by the corpse.

However, Ferrar just clenched the long sword in his hand, like a god of death wielding a scythe, chopping the jumping skeleton corpses into a pile of skeletons, the wind blew, the heat wave rolled, and the cold air around the man became more intense. The serenity that did not match the fierce movements above, the corpses were tireless and fearless, according to the instinct of eating, they rushed at the man one after another, and then they were chopped into a pile of bones, but no matter what they were chopped into, the corpses all over the place The skeleton head and skeleton hands crawled towards Feral, and their movements were even more agile than when they were intact.

Ferrar crushed the skeleton hand crawling to his feet, and it finally fell silent completely.

Rolling covered his eyes, and there was a terrible voice in his ears. He curled up and burrowed into his pocket. The chill on Ferrar's body became even worse, and Rolling shivered. He slowly moved away a small hand, round and round. His big eyes looked around curiously. When he saw the skull lying on the ground, he was stunned for a moment. His eyes didn't blink, and his body unconsciously leaned forward. Rolling down, almost at the same moment, Gun Gun stared at the skull on the ground.

Before the little ginseng could react, he was lying on the ground in a daze, his big black and clear eyes were in a daze, he blinked his eyes, tilted his little head slightly, the black eyes of the skull in front of him stared straight at Gou looked at the little ginseng, with its blood-stained mouth wide open, Gun Gun finally came to his senses, he looked at the open-mouthed skull, shrunk his mouth, and cried out with a wow.

Gun Gun is an ancient spiritual creature. In the eyes of the skeleton corpses, it is simply a super feast. It opens its mouth wide and pretends to eat Gun Gun.

Unexpectedly, before touching the little ginseng, he was pierced through the head by the flying long sword and died on the spot.

Rolling with a small mouth and red eyes, he staggered up from the ground, and ran towards the man aggrieved. The little ginseng walked very uncoordinatedly, with clumsy stumbling steps, and was soon caught by other skeletons. The corpses chased them up, Ferrar lowered his eyes slightly, and with a swing of his long sword, cut their brains into two sections, then looked at the staggering little ginseng, and said coldly: "Come here."

Gun Gun held his little hand in aggrieved manner, and managed to drag it crookedly to the hem of the man's clothes. Using both hands and feet, he got into the man's pocket at an unprecedented speed, curled up tremblingly, and the little red flower on top of his head dangled outside. , Rolling whimpered, dragged Xiaohua into his pocket, hid himself tightly, and finally took a breath, he sniffed, hugged his own Xiaohua, with a crying voice Complaint: "Gun Gun doesn't like...bad! Hit!"

Ferrar retracted his gaze, looked at the skeleton corpse that had been pierced through the brain and never got up again, his eyes narrowed slightly, the long sword in his hand flashed blue, and he moved swiftly among the corpses, the skeleton corpse roared, Before he could move, his brain was severed by the long sword.

The scorching sun hangs high above the scorching Gobi desert, and the male god dressed in black looks like a god of slaughter, turning the cold light in his hands, beheading all the corpses amidst low growls and the sound of bones breaking.

He withdrew his long sword and stood quietly, his green eyes were calm and his whole body was cold.Under his feet, there are densely packed bones, the wild sand rolls past, the yellow sand flies all over the sky, and there is a dead silence on the wasteland.

Gun Gun hugged Xiao Hua and huddled in his pocket. After the voice in his ear disappeared, he slowly opened one closed eye, put his trembling little hand on the opening of the clothes, and tentatively glanced at the outside of the clothes with his big moist eyes. When he saw the bones on the ground, he exclaimed, closed his eyes again, squeezed his mouth tightly, and shrank into his pocket with the little flower in his arms. Said: "Afraid..."

The man looked at the red petals protruding from his left pocket, his deep and cold eyes were lightly closed, and his thin lips were slightly parted: "There is no need to be afraid."

Ferrar's voice was a bit hoarse and low, with a cold tone. Strictly speaking, it wasn't pleasant, but his slow tone made his voice not so unpleasant, and instead had an indescribable soothing effect.

Rolling his small mouth, he tentatively opened one eye first, seeing that nothing on the ground was moving, and then slowly opened the other eye, with his small hand on his clothes, the little red flower returned to the top of his head , he squatted down, only showing a pair of eyes and the little flower on the top of his head, and asked in a soft voice: "...Really?"

Feilaer put away the long sword, Rushuang's expression remained unchanged, he responded in a low voice, stepped forward with long legs, and walked into the wind and sand.

With the affirmation of the man, Gun Gun was finally not afraid anymore. He patted his chest, his eyes were bent into cute little crescents, his chin rested on the top of his clothes, the little red flower swayed slightly, his face was resting on his small hands, and he put what happened just now in his mind, softly Huhu said: "You... know how to speak? You are smart, you can teach... not to be afraid."

The man didn't reply, but it didn't affect Gun Gun's communication with him. Gun Gun has a pure personality and a childish mind. Although he is a little silly due to lack of spiritual intelligence, it is precisely because of this that he is not afraid of the cold air on the man.