Chapter 223 Blood

More prisoners were released and surrounded the believers.

This dungeon is huge and holds many people.

These people are locked up here like animals, with no hope of survival, so they leave no room for resistance.

Only those in despair can resist at all costs.

When Angeson went to block the reinforcements, Artis took an ax that he snatched from the hands of the believers and rushed towards the believers with the crowd. In the process, many people fell to the bullets. Down.

But he was lucky enough to rush in front of the believer, and the ax struck down on the head, spurting out a large amount of blood.

Until this time, there were still five believers left in the dungeon, their faces full of fear, because there was a monster, a monster they had not discovered before.

Previously released by Artis first, the strong man's fighting ability was extremely terrifying. He broke the neck of a believer with his own hands and killed five believers.

The muscles on his body are quite special. They are twisted together like a solid piece of iron. They are not even capable of being shot by a musket. When a bullet hits it, it is a small bloody hole.

Artis followed him and attacked the last few believers in the dungeon. All the bullets from those believers hit the man's body, causing his movements to stop.

Artis seized this opportunity and threw the ax in his hand, hitting the chest of the believer at the front, interrupting his reloading action.

The other prisoners also swarmed up and eliminated all the remaining believers in the dungeon.

"The fighting power is really overwhelming!" Artis couldn't help but sigh, and he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that things were going more smoothly than expected. These prisoners who were imprisoned were not ordinary people.

The muscular man fumbled for a machete from a dead believer, then turned to Addis and said:

"Brother. Renn, my name is Renn. Thank you for rescuing me."

Artis clumsily reloaded the musket in his hand and nodded: "Artis... the guards outside have arrived. We have to rush out as soon as possible, otherwise there will be more and more of them."

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Renn decisively turned around and ran outside, shouting: "Follow me!"

Angelson could no longer hold back. He had used up all his bullets and was forced to retreat. The corridor was filled with the corpses of prisoners.

What came down were some heavily armed guards. Compared to the believers in the dungeon, their equipment was even better. They wore steel helmets and iron armor and could withstand bullets.

Angison turned around and noticed that all the believers in the dungeon had been dealt with, so he shouted: "Come up together and kill them so that we can escape."

"Let's rush together!"

They cannot be afraid at this time. Once they are afraid, it means failure. There may not be a more tragic fate, but at least it is death.

After hearing this, Ren held up the machete, opened his hands and shouted: "I'll charge first, you guys follow me!"

He rushed along the corridor towards the exit. Faced with the musket fire, he did not evade or dodge. He was shot several times, but his steps did not stop at all, and he pressed forward forcefully.

Artis was stunned when he saw this scene. This was the first time he saw such a brave person.

This also inspired the fighting spirit of others, and even some who were extremely weak roared and rushed forward.

Artis knew that this road was the road to freedom for them, so they had to walk through it without hesitation.

The extremely brave Ren still fell on this road.

Flesh and blood remains flesh and blood.

After Ren was shot several times, he fell in a pool of blood, but he was still crawling forward little by little. He grabbed a guard's ankle with his left hand and dragged him to the ground.

The guard saw Ren next to him and was furious. He stabbed him several times with the long sword in his hand before Ren let go.

Artis also rushed forward and hit the guard on the head with an ax, knocking him to the ground completely. Then he raised his musket, pointed it at the other person in front and pulled the trigger. At such a close distance, even this person Iron armor cannot stop bullets from penetrating.

After all, there are still too many prisoners in the dungeon. Even if these guards are well-equipped and have amazing fighting power, they still cannot stop them.

Artis and the others pushed the guards back step by step until they reached the exit stairs.

The long-haired man laughed when he saw this: "No one else will come in a short time. This is all their strength. We will definitely be able to rush out!"

The balance of power at this moment was obvious. It was only a matter of time before they rushed out, and these guards could not stop them.

He used his musket to shoot at the guards one by one. Although his marksmanship was not as good as Angison's, he was probably the second best in the dungeon. He even hit a guard on the forehead through the gap in his helmet.

They pushed up the stairs bit by bit, and the guards fell down on the steps one by one. Their equipment was stripped off by the prisoners and put on their bodies.

The dungeon is more than ten meters away from the ground. This process seems to be relatively long. The guards' will to resist is also very strong. In fact, they did not give up resistance despite being at a disadvantage.

At this moment, Artis heard a crisp sound, like a coin falling on the floor, but it made him panic for a while.

A silver-white ball rolled down the steps and into the crowd.

No one knew what it was. Only Anderson recognized it and shouted: "Back up, it's a grenade!"

In such a small space, the power of the grenade must have been magnified several times. Angelson immediately stepped back, but the others did not react and rushed forward instead.

The small silver ball suddenly bounced into the air, and the rotation volume of the part was larger than before.

Then there was a flash of fire.

Then there was a deafening explosion.

Artis was stunned, feeling that everything around him had slowed down, and before he had time to dodge, the long-haired man in front of him turned around and threw him to the ground, and the two of them rolled down the stairs together.

The grenade exploded in the crowd, making the scene extremely bloody. The bodies of several people nearby were destroyed by the explosion, and an arm flew far away and landed on the dungeon floor.

Attis was lying on the ground, looking at the ceiling, feeling dizzy, his whole body was numb, and the things in front of him had double images.

But he woke up immediately, got up from the ground and looked at the long-haired man lying on the ground next to him. There was blood all around him, and it was getting more and more.

This man, whom he had just met and whose name he didn't even know, saved him.

"Get out, escape..." The long-haired man looked at him and said with difficulty, his face still looking ferocious.

It was obvious that he was hopeless, as his body had been blasted through from behind.

Artis grabbed the pistol and rushed forward again, knowing that they could not stop. Once they stopped, they would all be finished and they had to rush out.

Bang ~

He fired a shot at the guard on the stairs. The bullet hit the armor and exploded with sparks. It left a bullet hole in the armor and blood overflowed from the bullet hole.

The guard looked down at Artis and laughed: "You beasts want to escape from here, don't dream!"

Artis roared, rushed forward with his ax in hand, and then took a side step to dodge the opponent's attack.

The weapons of both sides were loaded together and made a metallic sound.

These guards were like monsters, with frightening strength. Artis felt his hands were numb, and even the weapons in his hands almost flew out of his hands.

It is impossible to be an opponent.

With a twisted expression on his face, he stepped back to the side, trying to avoid the guard's next attack.

"You can't hide!"

The guard laughed and waved the heavy sword in his hand. The space here was small and there was no place to hide. Next to it was a locked wooden door, which was the dungeon's warehouse.

The guard's eyes widened with an incredible expression, and his long sword struck the wooden door, making a dull sound.

He saw Artis passing through the wooden door, passing through it so easily, as if he had seen a ghost.

This also made the guard stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. Before he could react, he heard the sound of wind in his ears.

Artis actually came out of the wooden door again, holding an ax and slashing at the guards.

The blow was quick, and because the wooden door blocked the view, the blade of the ax easily touched the guard's neck, and it struck hard.

With everyone watching, Artis cut off the neck of a guard with his own hands.

Blood splattered on the head.