Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

But what happened next made their eyes straighten:

"Hahhh

Then Rankopel stretched out his left hand and pinched the wrist of the Usas picket team member holding the knife, and the bright standard scimitar was held in mid-air and stopped.

Finally, Rankopel's right hand turned into a palm knife and slammed into his heart!!Poof

!!Easy

to break into the heart, and the fragile mass of human organs was shattered in an instant.

When Rankopel pulled out his hand, he pulled out one of his ribs by the way.

The picket team members in front of them didn't even have time to snort and fell down with their eyes scattered.

"Simple weapons.

Looking at the ribs in his hand, Rankopel muttered to himself

as he turned his hand and stabbed the ribs wrapped in iron filings backhand into the chest of a member of the Usas picket who wanted to sneak up on the back just after reacting, and then pulled it out sharply!

And the picket team members who were hit hard by this action fell weakly to the ground with this action, an incredulous look flashed in their eyes, and roared viciously in their mouths:

"You... Dead is set... Dare to be on the land of Usas..."

Poof!!!"

"Damn, Alexander, what's going on on your side?"

and a member of the Usas picket team was watching the sentry around the corner, and

when he heard a noise from this side, he quickly drew his saber and ran over.

Witnessing this scene in front of him in an instant, he was about to shout, when a rib stained with blood stabbed straight into his throat, and forcefully blocked this shout back into his throat.

Under the high tension of his spirit, he couldn't even shout, and quickly put the knife in front of the door to block between the electric flints.

Kala

! Under the hasty force, although he blocked Rankopel's blow, the center of gravity of the whole person has not yet stabilized, and Rankopel's move does not stop after hitting the blade with a blow, spinning the knife behind it with skill, and swiping the surface of his knife!

Because the force was deflected at this moment, the picket team member in front of him almost fell to the ground with an unsteady footstep.

And then Landpeel turned his ribs around, and the front grip turned into a reverse grip, and a twisted waist diagonally stabbed sideways at the side of a Usas picket member who was stumbling because of the deflected blade!!

Precise kidney strike.

Then Rankopel pulled the rib knife horizontally!

Cut both kidneys in half.

The breath of death brought about by organ failure swept through the whole body in an instant.

With a large spray of blood, a vicious soul physically destroyed and returned to hell.

In less than ten seconds, the three members of the Usas picket team all fell on the so-called Usas territory.

Poof~

At this time, Rankopel slammed his fist hard!

Then he spread out his palm, and at this time a little reddish light was condensing in Rankopel's hand.

These reddish glows gradually distort and deform.

Immediately, a circle of red vortices formed in Rankopel's hands, and after about ten seconds, the color of these vortices had changed to crimson, and the shape had been fully formed.

Lan Koper aimed his hands covered in scarlet vortexes at the three corpses lying on the ground that had just been killed by himself.

Huh-huh....

With a sound of liquid tumbling and flowing, the three corpses quickly dried up, and the blood from their bodies began to pierce the skin continuously, forming a constantly tumbling scarlet blood cell above their chests.

Then these three blood cells quickly flew into Rankopel's hands spinning the red vortex, and then turned into countless tiny blood lines, which were slowly absorbed by the vortex in Rankopel's hand.

Huhh~

The blood cells gradually became smaller and smaller, and soon, the three concentrated blood cells were sucked up by Rankopel, and the bodies of the three infected picket team members on the ground were shriveled like mummies.

And Rankopel can begin to feel that the physical strength that has been lost in his body is beginning to recover rapidly, and some dark injuries that he has suffered from whipping and torture in the past are slowly healing.

Phew....

Rankopel, whose face gradually turned rosy, exhaled a long turbid breath, with a little rust smell.

Rankopel turned to look at the other miners around him who were gradually brightening and fearful of themselves, just a series of actions rabbits rose and fell too fast, they were still spinning in their minds about what was happening.

These miner slaves have different races, including Sakaz and Usas, who are the same as themselves, and Usas, which are mostly mixed with a few Ruper, Felin and Carters.

Most of them were men in their prime, but there were also a few old Usas, a young girl from Film, and a young man from Carters, who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old.

"Everyone stand in a row and stretch out your hands. Rankopel

faced them and said in a resolute tone.

Snap Click~

Because it was a column, the mine slaves quickly lined up in a standard position, and then with the sound of shackles being shaken, all the mine slaves raised their shackled hands flat on their chests.

From left to right, the rib knife wrapped in iron filings cut all the way through, and the shackles of the mine slaves' hands were suddenly cut off!

"Everyone, those who want to run for their lives quickly run for their lives, and those who do not want to run for their lives, stay here and wait for me." Without

saying much to them, Rankopel threw a word and drifted away.

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white snowflakes fluttered, but they fell to the ground but stained a touch of red.

Rankopel, stroll, cut.

Sometimes the movements are graceful like a waiter serving wine, and sometimes the movements are swift like a fierce tiger coming out of the gate.

When violence is lethal enough, every simple action seems murderous.

Although Jaston's comprehensive strength is not strong on the Terra Continent, and even compared with the real powerhouses, it is not even ranked, and it is only a part of the strength inheritance, but it is currently enough for Rankopel.

And the picket of infected people he is now facing is a group of miscellaneous soldiers in his eyes, without any platoon.

At this time, in the only communication room in the No. 4 mine that communicates with the outside world:

"There is a mine slave riot in mine No. 4! There is a mine slave riot in mine No. 4!! Request support from the nearest Usas Airborne Forces!!"

A blood-stained member of the Usas pickets shouted in a trembling voice holding a microphone in the communications room, his tone full of horror and despair.

But all their lines of communication had been cut off by Rankopel in the morning, and even if the picket member bent down a little to look into the corner to the left, he could see a broken wire flashing with sparks.

At this point, the entire No. 4 mine has become an island in the ice and snow.

He didn't know if he was stunned, or if he had been crushed by fear, and his whole face was covered in blood, and he roared loudly for five minutes at the microphone that could not produce even a little electric sound, and his voice was hoarse.

However, he did not see a deep shadow suddenly appear behind him.

A dead human head sprayed with hot blood, spinning and flying into the sky.

Then Rankopel threw the already badly damaged rib knife aside, it was no longer usable, and after all, it was just a whim.

Because at the beginning, there was not enough physical strength, and the load of using the source stone skill was too heavy, and he may have just summoned the source stone skill and lay on the ground first.

And he also sucked the blood of a lot of picket team members on the road, and his current physical strength is already in a state of fullness.

But such blood sucking to restore physical strength is better to use as little as possible, because now Rankopel has begun to have the feeling that humans do not look like humans, but some kind of fresh blood bag.

At the same time, he also passed a camp where a fire was cooking, and the cauldron was boiling fragrant beef broth, but Rankopel had no appetite at all, and was not as attractive as fresh blood.

In short, if you can't restrain your desire to suck blood, you may really become a terrible vampire in your previous life, purely to survive for the sake of sucking blood, without a trace of human emotion.