Everyone knew that there was a Grim Reaper lurking in the fog, ready to harvest lives. His figure drifted in and out of the fog like a ghost. Endless fear gripped the Libyan rebels deeply.
"Tut, tut, tut!"
The guy who had a mental breakdown fired randomly, but most of them were their own people who were injured. Those crazy bullets basically hit their own people. While blood splattered out, the people who were shot screamed miserably and fell to the ground as if they were dancing some kind of death dance.
"Calm down, all of you, calm down!"
Hamis shouted hysterically as he raised his pistol and fired a shot into the air.
However, this was completely useless. In the face of an opponent who could not be killed by cannonballs and whose figure was like a ghost, they could no longer control their rationality. When their companions around them had their necks slashed open one after another, and then fell to the ground while holding their bleeding necks, they could not find the enemy's figure. This was a kind of extreme mental torture. No one could maintain their rationality in such an atmosphere.
The sound of gunfire grew louder and more frequent, but slowly, it became quieter and quieter. This meant that more and more people were dying, and the number of survivors was dwindling. Hamis' eyes were wide open as he stared at the fog of sand in front of him. As far as he could see, he could only see a few soldiers screaming and holding their guns up, and the ground was littered with corpses.
"How could this be … How could this be …"
Hamis was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He had deployed more than 800 soldiers to surround and kill a soldier from Hua. They had even used mortars and cannons, and after using 60 to 70 shells, the enemy was still alive and well. He had even taken advantage of the sandstorm to start a counterattack, and it was a one-sided massacre of more than 800 soldiers.
Was this really a human being?
Hamis was stunned. He had been on the battlefield for a long time, but he had never encountered such a terrifying opponent. This was a monster.
"Tut, tut, tut!"
Only the sound of a submachine gun firing could be heard, but it didn't take long for it to stop abruptly with a scream. The billowing sand and dust gradually dissipated, and the vision slowly became clear. Everywhere he looked, there were the corpses of his own subordinates. Blood flowed on the ground like a river.
There were no more soldiers standing. More than 800 of them had all become corpses on the ground.
Hamis' eyes widened, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. His body was shaking uncontrollably.
At the same time, Tang Wantian, who was hiding in the sewer, suddenly smelled a strong stench of blood. She then realized that thick blood was flowing out of the small hole in the manhole cover.
"Ah!"
She was trembling, screaming, and terrified!
Tang Wantian could no longer stay calm. She pushed the manhole cover like a madwoman, wanting to leave the place. However, the manhole cover was pressed down by the gravel, and it was quite heavy. Even if she used all her strength, she could not push the manhole cover away.
"Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo …"
She cried and kept calling for Xiao Luo.
Compared to her, Hamis was even more terrified. A figure appeared in his line of sight. It was dressed in camouflage clothing and had a dagger in its hand. It was walking towards him step by step. What made his soul tremble was that the figure's eyes were scarlet red, like two illusory red lanterns. They were like the eyes of a demon, cold, bloodthirsty, and numb. There was no trace of human emotion in them.
"Go to hell, you demon!"
Hamis snapped out of his daze and roared. He gripped the handle of his gun with both hands, pointed it at the approaching figure, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang ~" "Bang ~" "Bang ~"
He fired one shot after another until all the bullets in the clip were gone.
But not a single bullet hit the figure. It was as if the figure had teleported to the left and right, dodging his bullets.
Fear filled his mind. Hamis retreated as he reloaded the clip. But after a moment of panic, he did not succeed in reloading the clip. Instead, he dropped it on the ground. Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, he saw a pair of feet in sand-colored military boots standing in front of him. He looked up and met the pair of scarlet eyes.
THUMP!
His legs gave way, and he fell to his knees. His face was pale, and cold sweat poured down his face.
He asked in a trembling voice, "You … Are you a human or a ghost?"
"That's not important. What's important is that you have to tell me. Where is Michelle? "Xiao Luo glanced at him indifferently, his words carried a tone that could not be disobeyed.
"She's … She's in Brewer City …"
Hamis answered honestly. In the face of such a supernatural monster, all his perseverance and psychological defenses collapsed.
"Oh!"
Xiao Luo responded with an expressionless face. In the next second, the blood-stained dagger in his hand slashed across Khamis's throat. It was as fast as lightning.
After that, Xiao Luo threw the dagger on the ground. Then, he turned around and left.
Hamis was still kneeling on the ground. He didn't even feel the slightest pain, and he even thought that the other party had let him go. But just as he was about to stand up, a stream of liquid uncontrollably gushed out from his neck. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and when he looked at it, his eyes widened like a bull's.
Blood. It was all blood!
Boiling hot blood spurted out, and endless pain engulfed him in an instant. His body slowly collapsed and convulsed, and the endless darkness slowly eroded his vision. Death was imminent.
…
…
Xiao Luo shook his head forcefully. He didn't know when the killing intent had appeared in his heart. Perhaps it had always been there, but it was only stimulated by the ability given to it by the system.
When the killing intent receded like the tide, his eyes returned to their normal black and white color.
After killing more than 800 Libyan rebels, his face was stained with blood. Needless to say, his body was also covered in blood.
Tang Wantian was crying and screaming in the sewer. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. She was suddenly in a world of light. Although the light wasn't strong, it was dazzling to her. She struggled to see that it was Xiao Luo who had removed the manhole cover and was reaching out his hand to her.
"Xiao Luo …"
Even a strong woman like her was weeping and shedding tears at this moment, causing the heavens to pity her.
"Come up!" Xiao Luo shouted at her expressionlessly.
"Okay."
Tang Wantian grabbed his hand.
Xiao Luo exerted a little strength and pulled the woman out of the narrow manhole.
Tang Wantian immediately let go of Xiao Luo's hand when she saw the ground littered with corpses and rivers of blood. It was a hellish scene. She squatted on the ground and vomited.
Xiao Luo didn't rush her. He gave her time to recover.
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