Chapter 784: The Blazing Sword Light

Accurate judgment, keen observation, agile skills, strong psychological quality, superb power control ability, rich combat experience... Only the fusion of these abilities can block this series of attacks smoothly and perfectly.

Freya must not be able to do it, because compared to this, she prefers to drown the enemy with a flood of flash movies.

It is impossible for the veteran to do it, because he is not a mixed race, his mobility is up to the standard, and his destructive power is not enough.

Tang Lin supported the ground with one hand, his body was still gliding backwards, and the electric glow from the soles of his feet washed away everything on the trajectory.

The three s-series clones did not groan or roar. They were biological weapons without pain and personality, without ego, fear, slack, and betrayal. They were similar to biological robots.

Of course, the destruction of the scorpion tail will inevitably affect their mobility, and they will be stupefied for a short time.

When Tang Lin was about to give them the final blow, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a clone not far behind. He was surprised by the death of Hymn Will, but Turamon, who was in a dazed state, took out a pistol from nowhere and aimed at Elena. Vest.

He frowned slightly, lightning shot out from under his feet, his body turned into a shock, his left hand sucked a bullet from the ground, and he waved his right hand lightly, the light twisted into a grid in the palm of his hand.

Just when he was about to repeat his old tricks and send His Royal Highness the lifeless Prince on the road, the power grid in his palm was like a silk yarn blown by the wind, vibrating in a certain direction, the electric potential was disordered, and the magnetic field was unbalanced.

The gunshot rang out, and the bullets were ejected from the barrel without any hindrance, passed through the aisle where the red catkins were flying, passed through Tang Lin's field of vision, and shot straight at Eileen's back.

Turamon hated Tang Fang, but he knew it very well. It is even more impossible for Mr. J to defeat someone with his millet and rifle, but he still needs to find a target that can vent his emotions. Let Tang Fang also taste the pain of losing a loved one.

He also couldn't kill Tang Lin, but he could kill Elena who was powerless. She is Tang Fang's fiancée and one of the culprits who caused the death of Praise Will, so she is a very suitable target to vent her hatred and anger.

He wanted her dead, just as Hymn Will died before him, and he wanted her dead before Don. Only in this way is it fair.

Mr. J was also very angry, with a flame of hatred and unwillingness burning in his chest.

He found that he also couldn't kill Tang Fang, and it was difficult to break through the line of defense formed by the two giant beasts. Seeing the battle situation in the north of the square, and seeing Elena's figure, he had the same thoughts as Tulamon.

He wanted Tang Fang to taste the pain of losing his loved one,

Live the rest of your life in regret and self-blame.

This is his revenge, armed for Praise Will, himself, and even God.

Tang Fang must pay the due price for what he did after he came to the United Kingdom of Turanx.

So he feigned a shot, relying on his speed advantage to bully the northern battle group. It happened that Tang Lin dealt with those attacks and wanted to kill Turamon.

The electric energy gathered by the right arm of the Yipxi dragon man could not harm Tang Fang. But it can interfere with Tang Lin's performance and destroy the artificially constructed magnetic field.

The gun rang, and the bullet went out of the chamber. Without being blocked by any external force, it shot straight at Elena's back.

Seeing this scene, Tang Lin's pupils shone brightly.

Tang Fang also saw this scene, his face changed from calm to cold in an instant, and the temperature of the entire square dropped a bit.

At such a distance, it is absolutely impossible for a system unit to be faster than a bullet. Or the space-time crossing of the mothership core can slow down the shooting process, but it takes some time to go from the system space to the real universe, and it is definitely not as fast as the warhead.

Tang Lin was entangled again by Mr. J who was flying at low altitude. Difficulty exerting oneself.

It seemed that the only thing waiting for Elena was the ending of being shot to death.

The whistling of the wind became weaker. Those red pieces of cloth that fell one after another became more vivid in the sun, like coagulated blood. Not crystal clear, somewhat dull.

The sharp bullets flew all the way, piercing through the curtain of flying dust, piercing through the flesh and blood, splashing countless bright red, converging into a column of blood, sprinkled on the fragmented red carpet, painting a mottled patch.

The second bullet came one after another, followed by the third bullet... The bright red spread on the ground, spread on the clothes, and squeezed life out of the body.

Ka Ka Ka...

The sound of the firing pin hitting the cavity is heard.

Turamon emptied the magazine.

Tang Lin finally pushed Mr. J back and landed on the shattered red carpet... But it was too late, he failed to stop those bullets.

A figure fell behind him and fell to a place only 1 meter away from the shield. The blood spread under his body and meandered along the cracked stones.

At this moment, no one spoke, like a silent movie scene, with shining gunfire and bright pools of blood, but there was no crying of the wind, panting of people, or the flying of clothes, only silence.

"I'm getting old... As expected...it's useless...Second brother, look...the sky is still so blue, it's the same as when I was a child, but there are a lot of people...a lot of things, and it becomes...not...a... ...it's like..."

"No, you haven't changed, you are still the same as when you were a child, so willful."

"Is...well, I really... don't want to grow up."

"When I was young, I longed for the world of adults the most, but when I grew up, I always missed the bright days of the past. People are really contradictory creatures."

Henrietta and Melore, one standing inside the circle, one lying outside the circle, one looking at the bright pool of blood on the ground, and the other looking at the blue sky above.

Melore's voice was intermittent, but his eyes were very peaceful, as if seeing some nostalgic picture.

Yes, he saved Elena's life, but he paid for it with his own.

If he was young, he could easily dodge those bullets, but now he has such a result. In fact, he never thought of using such a bloody method to stage a scene where a hero saves the beauty. Elena is Tang Fang's beauty, not his beauty, there is absolutely no need and no obligation to do that. He just reacted subconsciously at the moment of the gunshot, thinking that Elena could be rescued without being injured.

Unfortunately, his body is no longer young, only his spirit is still flying.

So he died of arrogance, or it can be said that he died of a misjudgment of the situation.

From his own point of view, this is neither noble. Not great either, on the contrary a bit shameful and pathetic.

It was true that he wanted to save Elena, but he never thought of risking his own life... This was completely an accident.

certainly. He didn't regret it at all, but was relieved. After all, he got what he wanted, he did not die on the sickbed, but in the last few springs and autumns of his life, he did something worthwhile... like a real man.

Moreover, Captain Tang owed him a favor.

It is worthwhile to exchange such a favor for 5 years, so he is very calm. There was relief in the calm eyes.

Henrietta's gaze was also calm, and she didn't show any emotion because of Melore's death, but she was sad and reminiscing, sad because she would never see him again, and reminiscing because of the "Second Brother". That call seemed to return to the past.

Older people are always used to recalling the past time for a long time, and he is no exception.

He knew what kind of person Melore was, so he wasn't sad.

Elena was very sad, with tears in her eyes. Staring blankly at Melore outside the shield, Kyrenia hugged her waist tightly and whispered something in her ear.

The maple leaf swings lightly. The water line falling from the fountain swayed slightly, splashing fine water on the surface of the pool, which was very crisp and pleasant to the ear.

The sound of nature returned to this world, and Turamon continued to pull the trigger, and the clicking sound of the firing pin was particularly ear-piercing.

Tang Lin rushed to Melore's side, picked him up from the ground, and shouted his name vigorously.

He withdrew his gaze from the dome, looked at Tang Lin and smiled. Gathering up the last sliver of strength, he moved the sword stained with his own blood to his face: "Tell Tang Fang...if you can. Please help...I...take care of...Kud..."

He couldn't say the next two words.

The sword slid from his palm and landed in front of Tang Lin.

actually. That's not a sword, at least not a sword in the ordinary sense, because it originally didn't have a hilt, and naturally it didn't have a sword case.

Both the hilt and the scabbard were installed by later generations.

Tang Lin held the sword, put down Melore, who had a peaceful face, and glanced at Henrietta inside the shield, then turned his head to look at Tulamon, who had stopped pulling the trigger and was laughing upwards.

Melore died, finally died, and died by his hands, like a scene that had been staged countless times in a dream.

This old guy who never gave him any face, farted on him in the joint meeting, and made him eat shit in the airspace of the Bavaria space station. He finally died at his hands. Although it was different from what he had imagined, it was still revenge for the past.

Eileen escaped unharmed, although he was a bit regretful, but Melore's death suddenly vented the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, from the original sadness to laughter.

It was true that he was his uncle, but it was only in name. He never regarded Henrietta, Gilcott, and Mellor as relatives, but as enemies of life and death where only one of them could survive.

Now, the death of the old guy who had a similar status to him and was in charge of the 23rd Ranger Regiment was of course a very happy thing.

His laughter lasted for a long time, perhaps because he had been suppressed for a long time, or maybe he deliberately used it to downplay the sadness brought about by the death of the hymn Will.

Mr. J spun around in the air, and when he faced the battlefield again, Tang Lin rushed towards Tulamon with the sword in his hand.

He wants to avenge Melore.

The surge of lightning bloomed from the soles of the feet, and the body turned into an afterimage. Holding the broadsword in both hands, it stabbed straight at Turamon.

An s-series clone stepped forward to stop it, and slashed down with sharp iron claws, causing a scream in the air, and the evil wind rushed towards him.

Tang Lin didn't dodge, let alone stop. He raised his broad sword slightly, and made a move upward.

The clone didn't intend to kill him, but just wanted to slow down his pace and create favorable conditions for Mr. J.

That claw is sharper than the sharpest knife and tougher than fine steel, it can easily crush a human skull and cut through combat power armor.

It's a pity that it can't crush "Hecate".

The moment the five sharp claws met the blade, the crimson texture radiating from the spine to the two wings suddenly lit up, and the five long and narrow shadows flew up to the sky and fell heavily on the ground, smashing the granite bricks into pieces.

Tang Lin finally understood why Melore cherished this sword so much, and solemnly handed it to him at the dying moment.

This is the glory of the old man, as well as his indestructible will and courage.

"Hecate" --- in the name of God.

Tang Lin continued to move forward, and a black warrior attacked from the side, and the grenade was lifted into the air from the knee of St. George's armor, drawing a parabola. on his left and right.

With a bang, the flames suddenly appeared, and shrapnel flew outward. Stone chips like rain rose into the air and fell down again. The heat wave dries up the surrounding flowers and meadows, and the edges of the leaves and petals are slightly yellowed and curled inward.

The surging flames blocked sight, and dust and stone chips covered the sky.

Ignoring the surrounding light and fire, a figure tore apart everything in its path, wrapped in billowing gunpowder smoke, and appeared in front of Tulamon across a distance of tens of meters.

The military uniform on his body is no longer tall and straight. The clean shirt was also darkened by the gunpowder smoke, but his eyes were bright, and the sword in his hand was also bright.

Tu Lamon stopped laughing, and the brightness that belonged to Tang Lin became brighter and brighter in his eyes.

The same is bright, but unfortunately his brightness belongs to others, not himself.

"Hecate" failed to penetrate into Turamon's chest like cutting off the clone's sharp claws, because a figure fell down and withstood its thrust.

It's Mr. J.

The fleshy wings that were originally used to soar in the sky turned around, wrapping from the back to the chest. It turned into a black shield, protecting Turamon behind him.

That single wing is not just for flying, it can also be used as a solid barrier. Even armor-piercing projectiles fired from large-caliber weapons cannot pierce it.

It is his pride.

However, "Hecate" is a magic weapon after all, even if it can't completely pierce the barrier, the blade is still nearly half a foot deep.

The veins protruding from the sword spine shone bright red, illuminating the pitch-black shield and Tang Lin's eyes.

He couldn't figure out why the barrier made of flesh and blood was so strong that even a magic weapon like "Hecate" could hold it up.

Although I don't know the origin of this sword. What is certain is that it is definitely not a human creation.

Only Mr. J knows clearly. How powerful is the hybrid gene of the fleshy wing behind him, completely different from his left arm. and acupuncture crowns.

It is not a general hybrid gene constructed from human genes and alien genes, but a special hybrid gene constructed from human genes and epic creature genes, which is extremely burdensome to the human body. Even Lord Noah is only on him Once a piece of meat wing is cultivated, a second piece can no longer be cultivated.

"Hecate" and the fleshy wings were still in a stalemate, Tang Lin's face was lit by the sword light, and the surging electric light gushed out from the hand holding the hilt and poured into the broadsword.

He was not willing to give up.

The red veins on the "Hecate" sword bloomed with even more radiant brilliance, the textures turned into cracks, and countless high-energy particles overflowed, winding a tree of fire around the sword.

The man-made hilt couldn't withstand the erosion of the high-voltage current, and it was blown into a ball of debris, but Tang Lin didn't lose "Hecate". On the contrary, it seemed to become a part of his arm.

The red texture radiating from the spine to the blade splits and turns into a sheet-like structure. As the spine elongates and moves outward, the gap between the blades becomes wider and wider. , turned into a special sword composed of stacked blades.

After the man-made hilt was broken, the sword part sank downwards, and a circle of inwardly contracting flexible material popped out from the bottom, tightly wrapped around the wrist, and engulfed the front palm.

Mr. J was stunned for a while, but he never thought that Melore's "Hecate" would undergo such a change when it fell into Tang Lin's hands, as if he was stimulated by something and suddenly released the second form.

Tang Lin was also surprised, but he quickly came back to his senses, accepted the fact that the broad sword had turned into a big sword, and injected more electric energy into his right hand again.

The wind that filled the atrium seemed to be cut off, and the sunlight was also forced back. The red light swept across tens of meters around the two of them. It turned out that the red-textured structure formed by the edge of each blade ejected a wave of particles containing extremely strong energy, forming a The vortex that expanded outwards eventually spread into a flame storm.

The dazzling red light engulfed the bodies of the two of them, even covering Turamon beside Mr. J. The violent energy fluctuations ravaged the small half of the atrium, and the clones and the black warriors in St. George's power armor took a step back.

In the end, a groan broke through the world shrouded in red light and traveled into the clouds.

The bulging energy field finally broke through the shackles of the flesh wings, and exploded to the left and right of "Hecate", and the shock wave swept everything around.

Fragments of the red carpet, broken scorpion tails, stone chips on the ground, crooked seats, broken wine glasses, and even the high-heeled shoes lost by the women at the scene... were all shaken up by the shock wave and shot at distance.

The natural wind was blown away, the green leaves and flowers in the flower pond were scattered, and the maple trees around lowered their heads...

Like a typhoon passing through.

The red particle stream converged in a flash, returning to the "Hecate" body, and did not go away with the shock waves, avoiding causing damage on a larger scale.

The storm dissipated, the dust gradually thinned out, and the sight slowly returned to clarity.

"Hecate" returned to the blade and resumed the posture of the broadsword, but the sword grid still wrapped Tang Lin's right hand.

Mr. J looked very embarrassed, to be precise, miserable. The fleshy wings in front of him were no longer what they used to be. They were torn into countless pieces by the storm of red particles, leaving only a few bone spurs on the shoulder blades and a remnant of the fleshy wings, still dripping with purple blood.

The left arm he used to resist the aftermath of the particle tide was also scarred. The surface of the dragon's head was washed out with deep bone-deep wounds. Like the broken flesh wings, purple blood gushed out, dyeing the ground a strange color.

There was a strong pungent smell in the air, like old vinegar.

Tang Lin stared blankly at "Hecate" at the front of his arm, his brows were twisted together, and his eyes were full of doubt and excitement. (To be continued.)

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