Chapter 167: Give the Villa the Middle Finger (4100)

Black Rain Villa, east side.

A series of black figures were fighting with a group of motley figures. In terms of numbers, the motley figures clearly had the upper hand, with at least three to four times the number of black figures. But judging from the battle between the two sides, the black figure was in a one-sided position, and the other side was losing ground.

Whoosh!

A black crossbow arrow shot out from the crossbow opening, drew a long arc in the air, and pointed directly at a black figure.

Bang!

Just as the arrow was about to hit, the black figure suddenly threw out his hand and knocked the crossbow arrow away! And he dodged the opponent's attack with an extremely smooth sideways movement, his two arms burst out, and his palms with bulging cross muscles were printed on the reporter's back.

With a bang, the opponent was severely injured and coughed up blood.

The black figure raised his arm to kill him, and three evil night monsters rushed over from the surroundings, and then he was rescued.

"Who are they? Why do they have such terrible physical fitness?" A figure in the distance muttered to himself.

He was thin and lean, holding a semi-automatic crossbow in his hand. The full name is the violent steam mechanical crossbow.

Around this person, there were also many figures holding mechanical crossbows. Occasionally aiming and shooting, fighting and retreating.

All of them are members of the crossbow flow. Since the crossbow flow is closer to the east, they were all recruited by the villa.

On the left side of the team, a tall and thin man about 1.8 meters pulled the trigger, and then took back the crossbow with a gloomy face.

Since learning "Dentinda Wind Archery", Black Blade has never been so aggrieved. The villa was suddenly invaded by a powerful enemy, these black-clothed men in front of him. The power they showed was something that the Night Stranger had never touched.

If you have to find a similar one, it is the declining body refining flow in the Night Stranger. But these black-clothed men are much stronger than the waste of the body refining flow, and they are simply incomparable.

The super strong physical body can crush the half-beast flow with the strongest defense in the same level among the Night Monsters. The terrifying explosive power exceeds the self-transformed dark flow. The tenacious martial arts will is not affected by the telekinesis of the mercury flow! And the reaction speed is also ridiculously fast. It can dodge the arrows shot by the crossbow flow.

Even like just now, it can be directly hit with fists!

Too versatile, it seems that there is no flaw.

Compared with it, the various methods of the Night Monsters are like deformed children who walk in an unconventional way and walk with a limp. It may be okay to bully children, but when encountering healthy and strong adults, they will be directly pressed to the ground and hammered.

It has been three minutes since the crossbow flow participated in the battle. In these three minutes, the black blade shot out three quivers. In the end, no one was killed, and even the vital points could not be shot. The best record was just shooting a man in black in the arm with a crossbow arrow, but the man in black directly pulled out the arrow and continued to fight, as tough as if he had not suffered any damage.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

In the distance, deafening artillery fire was heard from all over the villa. For a moment, it seemed that every area was in war.

"Kill!"

The men in black began to charge forward, and each of them was a sharp knife. In the sound of running wildly, the Night Evils were constantly killed. A body of a printer fell to the ground with blood spurting out, followed by the second, third, and fourth bodies, and the defense line collapsed.

The combatants of the Northern Secret Martial Alliance were simply unstoppable.

The Night Evils fled in all directions, and they all had an illusion in their hearts, as if the enemy was very familiar with the abilities of various schools of printers, and they were completely targeted and restrained by the men in black.

Black Blade looked at the large number of black-clad men who were killing the crossbow arrow flow in despair, and couldn't help but wail in his heart: "Where did these mysterious enemies like little supermen come from?!!"

"Why do they know us printers so well?!"

Just when the crossbow arrow flow was about to be completely defeated and swallowed up.

In the distance, purple-red flames illuminated the sky, and rounds of shells swept towards that area and exploded in mid-air.

The people in black looked over there one after another, as if they were summoned, and turned around and rushed in that direction without any reluctance.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Black Blade fell to the ground, gasping for breath. He survived, although he didn't know why, but he survived!

Pah. Black Blade spit out a mouthful of saliva, and the rain that fell from the sky had a salty taste, as if it was mixed with salt.

"Hey?! What happened to my villa mark..." Someone in the crossbow stream exclaimed, and then people kept looking down at the back of their hands.

Black Blade also raised his hand in confusion, and the sword mark on it began to appear and disappear. It was like the light-colored paint on the drawing board that was gradually washed away by water, almost turning into a white board.

And the sound that suddenly came from Black Rain Villa in the ear became very, very small, and intermittent until it disappeared completely.

"All...marks...wash...wash...teach! All...have..."

Squeak! It was like a radio with the pause button pressed.

The sound of Black Rain Villa disappeared, and so did the mark on the back of the Night Stranger's hand. Black Blade looked at the rough skin with a confused look on his face, rubbing his other hand, as if he couldn't believe that the mark had disappeared. Maybe it just disappeared under the skin? How could the mark of Black Rain Villa disappear?

Ah! A shrill scream came from the side.

It turned out that a werewolf was cruel enough to scrape off the skin and flesh on the back of his hand layer by layer, just to see if the mark was really gone. Suddenly, the palm of the hand became bloody.

"It's gone! It's gone! It's really gone! Hahahahahaha..." The werewolf was suddenly ecstatic. Even though there were only bones left in his palms, he was dancing with joy.

His face was filled with an expression of disbelief and madness.

This laughter seemed to be contagious. All of a sudden, the remaining defeated soldiers began to laugh. Some were even so excited that they sobbed on the ground like children.

Even the seriously injured ones were coughing up blood and trembling with excitement. There were also those who were about to die, falling to the ground and feeling the rain taking away the remaining warmth, but their expressions were relieved.

The Night Evil has been in the rain world for many years. His personality has been affected by some unknown substance in the black rain. He will become more emotional than normal people and more prone to emotional fluctuations. But the current situation is obviously not just this one reason.

This is related to the origin of the reporter. How did the Night Evil come about? Just like the dusk of that year, they were originally a group of poor people looking for hope. After discovering the magical and mysterious Black Rain Villa, they thought they had found salvation and could change the fate of themselves or their loved ones! But the result was still more tragedy.

The mark of Black Rain Villa seemed like a fair contract to the Night Evils at first, but it was actually an unequal slave brand. They had to struggle to survive in endless dangerous missions again and again, and could never enjoy a peaceful life. Just like the legendary bird that was born flying without feet, the moment it fell was the moment of death.

Not only that...

All the Night Evils seemed to be cursed, like a star of fate, and only deserved to die in a displaced state.

It's not that they don't want to live a peaceful and happy life, but the invisible voice tells them that you only deserve to enjoy yourself!

They call themselves weirdos, but they know in their hearts that they are just a group of slaves who have lost their freedom, are bound by shackles, and are imprisoned in the villa. A group of dogs tied up...

No freedom, no death.

Thick clouds filled with lead covered the sky of the rainy world, and the salty rain penetrated the clouds and slapped on Hei Ren's face.

He looked up at the gray-black sky and had never felt so good. With a complicated expression on his face, Hei Ren said to himself with emotion: "Fuck, stupid Black Rain Villa!"

After that, he raised his right hand and gave a middle finger.

Then he looked at the back of his hand with a guilty look, turned his head and looked around. He breathed a sigh of relief, but found that his companions around him had already started to run away from the villa. Hei Ren was naturally not much behind. Without the dog chain, who would work for the villa?

The thin figure ran farther and farther in the rain and fog.

If you look down from a high altitude at this time, you will find a very strange phenomenon. The area of ​​the Baptismal Church was constantly firing artillery fire, and the intensity of the battle was extremely high. The black-clothed men and the night monsters in other directions were gathering here. When the night monsters entered the range of the artillery fire, they all froze in place.

After a pause of a few seconds, most of them turned around and ran away decisively.

Some even lost their shoes, and ran in the opposite direction while making excited weird noises. As happy as wild horses...

Many disciples of the Northern Secret Martial Arts Alliance were not surprised by this, and watched coldly. While watching out for the Muji reporters with a look like a fool, they gathered towards the Baptism Church.

Although these Hell Night Monsters were a mob in the eyes of the Northern Secret Martial Arts Alliance, they could not care about anything else when the most critical battlefield broke out. It would be a waste of time to attack these people, and the key was to help the assault team take down the Baptism Church.

The Baptism Church was surrounded by water.

Hundreds of corrupt knights in armor rode tall war horses to charge, and there were huge white gargoyles in the sky like eagles swooping down, and all kinds of weird abilities were exuding.

Kashudomon and his men were trapped in it, and dozens of people shrank into a circle to minimize contact with the enemy.

In the sight, there were bright weapons slashing at them. Or a cross sword, or a long-handled battle axe, or a knight's lance.

Everyone who had fought with the Decayed Knights felt that the power of these Decayed Knights had been strengthened. This is the interior of Black Rain Villa, the main field of the villa. And it is adjacent to the core area such as the Baptismal Church, so of course the knights are strong.

Their combat effectiveness has increased by at least 30%.

And it is gradually strengthening over time.

Although the Decayed Knights' immortality is gone because of the secret medicine of fake death, they are still tricky.

Puff!

The sharp cross sword slashed across Kaxiu's shoulder, leaving a narrow blood mark on it. His clothes had been chopped to shreds, covered with dense white marks and blood marks. Kaxiu's survival ability was obviously very strong with his hard Qigong. In such a complex environment, he still only suffered some minor skin injuries.

Domon on one side was not so lucky.

There were three gaps on his back, bloody and bloody. One arm was not working properly, as if the muscles or meridians were damaged. He could only hide behind his uncle Mi'an, looking much more embarrassed than Kaxiu.

Kaxiu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the meat was right. Without a strong defensive body, how could he escape from the continuous dangers. In fact, the magnificent fighting style of Fengxiang Miwu is really a good match for hard Qigong, a head-on confrontation.

The practice in the battle made Kaxiu more enlightened.

Now, the surrounding situation is not very good. There are too many enemies, and they are not weak. Even if there are many strong people in the attack group, they can only barely protect themselves and cannot approach the church.

You know, in the original memory of dusk. If you want to close the Black Rain Villa, you have to eliminate all the corrupt knights and destroy the special buildings in the villa. The church is undoubtedly the core of the core!

Kaxiu took a deep breath and continued to wait patiently.

Half a minute later, there was a sudden commotion outside the Corrupted Knights. Just like the wild monsters in the game, the players who appeared in other places attracted hatred and distracted their attention.

If the Black Rain Villa still had the ability to control the Corrupted Knights, it would never be like this. It would definitely choose to kill the trapped Kaxiu and his party first. But now there is no if in this situation.

From all directions, elite disciples of the Northern Secret Martial Arts Alliance came one after another. At first, there were a few people in small groups, followed by more than a dozen people, and even nearly a hundred people! And other masters of the attack group also arrived, and the first sentence they rushed into the battlefield was to shout that a certain special building had been destroyed!

Craniotomy Clinic, Dawn Hospital, Mission Hall, Core Bell Tower, Arthropod Hall. Regardless of the casualties of these assault teams, they have truly completed the mission!

With the entry of the combat brigade and other assault teams.

The original numerical advantage of the Decayed Knights and the Gargoyles was gone. Kaxiu and others began to attack from both inside and outside, constantly killing the powerful but chaotic Decayed Knights. Torn iron cans kept falling off the horses and hitting the ground with a clang.

Large pieces of liquid splashed on the ground, broken cold weapon fragments flew, and the horses that lost their owners turned into black water.

The number of Decayed Knights dropped sharply, and the pressure on the first assault team dropped sharply. Kaxiu and Mian Duomon immediately looked at each other.

They nodded one after another, and then rushed directly to the direction of the church.

Since the artillery had to suppress the potion continuously to prevent the Decayed Knights from weakening their potency, the destruction of the Baptismal Church needed to be completed by themselves. Kaxiu and his team brought three times the amount of explosives to ensure that the Baptismal Church would be completely blown up.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Dozens of black shadows stayed in place, and the remaining dozen or so were like spears that broke through the defenses of the corrupt knights, and shuttled around the periphery of the church like flexible swifts. The explosive packs were placed skillfully, and the smell of gunpowder was extremely strong.

Hiss...

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

The violent explosion rushed into the sky, and the rapidly expanding flame ball mixed with gravel, and a shock wave spread violently.

The rain in the air showed traces like waves.

In the sky full of firelight, a tall figure stopped and stared.

The corners of the black clothes rustled in the roaring wind and waves.

"The high temperature of the flames is much more comfortable than the cold black rain..."

I'm too busy writing, and there is still a small plot. I will return to the real world tomorrow and continue to think about how to write the outline.

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