Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

At this time, the front of Rankopel had been tightly blocked by this group of mercenaries with red contracts, and in the rear, the thirty wasteland off-road vehicles were also taken over by them.

Although this group of people in front of them probably have ghosts in their hearts at present, after all, the share of one less person taking more money is enough for 500,000 brothers, and it must be to say that they are not moved.

But the situation is not completely clear, and before the dust settles, this group of people will not immediately start killing each other - after all, who knows that there will be no other weird things behind that giant crab?

"Well, I don't want to say too much useless nonsense."

White Fang removed the huge broadknife pinned to his back and slammed down at his side.

"That little girl Riboli who is about thirty meters away from me, please put your crossbow down, if I want to just need a gesture, a faster crossbow arrow can hit your eyebrow."

And the quenched string with the crossbow in the distance was unmoved, and her index finger was still tightly on the trigger - the center of her pupil gradually narrowed into a line, and at the end of this line was the center of White Fang's eyebrow.

She wasn't worried—she trusted Rankopel that if a faster crossbow bolt flew towards her, she wouldn't be able to cross the large invisible barrier in front of her.

"Chief, her crossbow is still aimed at your head."

Behind the White Fang, a red-labeled contract mercenary, also holding a large crossbow, said to him:

"Do you need me to take a deterrent shot?" At this distance, I can hit her shoulder or even her wrist accurately, and it is no problem to kill her.

And White Fang waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it for the time being, after all, White Fang's most famous skill is keen hearing - this distance he can fully dodge the crossbow arrow shot by the quenched string with his hearing.

"My patience is limited."

White Fang held the knife in one hand and said in a rather shocking tone:

"You are not the target in our mission, our goal has always been the huge crab behind you."

"If any of you know where there are more such creatures, I hope he will take the initiative to say so, it is good for all of us, and we will even be willing to provide you with some shelter and reward."

"All in all, everyone, I hope you can deeply recognize the gap in combat power between the two sides."

"Please let us both save some time, you have no chance of winning, you have no second option except to cooperate with us."

His wording was skillful and indifferent –

of course, they thought they had plenty of capital, and the group didn't mind killing a few people to set an example, and the White Fang even glanced unabashedly at Rankopel.

In fact, Rankopel didn't listen to what the White Fang was talking about, just observed the group, after all, this was the first time he had dealt with mercenaries with red contracts.

If the previous batch of bounty hunters was a bunch of garbage, then this group of people is a fairly good batch of garbage... However, the essence has not changed, it is still garbage.

"Huh."

Rankopel finally didn't hold back at this time, snorted, and laughed.

"The corpse is talking."

As soon as these words came out, the air around them seemed to suddenly fall silent for a moment.

“......！！"

Then, hearing Rankopel's words, the group of mercenaries of the red label contract who surrounded them actually only maintained the highest state of alert and did not open fire, but this was also expected.

The result doesn't make a difference anyway.

"There's really a Sakaz here who doesn't know if he's alive or dead... I recognize that you are the blood demon in Sakaz, and you are a fairly strong group of disgusting goods in the demon family.

"Unfortunately, I have dealt with you, and Lao Tzu personally killed a blood demon last year."

And this time, the leader of the mercenaries of the red label contract, White Fang even walked less than half a meter in front of Rankopel, clenched his fist and lightly knocked Rankopel's shoulder with the back of his fist, and said:

"And you are alone, and behind you can count a pair of hands that can be called a warrior in my eyes - look at what we have, so you can only cooperate with us, unconditionally."

"I can ignore your ridiculous statement just now, this Blood Devil, we can even work together... Believe me, it's going to be a lot of money... Enough—"

At this moment, White Fang's speech stopped abruptly—the blood in his alveoli was squeezed out like juice, and then gently climbed his trachea like a silk vine.

Poof.

The short axe he held in the hand behind his back also fell crisply to the ground—his tone was indeed vivid, but Rankopel could still hear the deception at once.

"My God, 'a lot of money.'"

And Rankopel even shrugged helplessly.

"I've just paid a whole landcoon for twenty or thirty years."

And the leader of the mercenaries of the red contract, White Fang actually calculated various coping strategies - but he didn't expect Rankopel to really do so crisply at this juncture.

"Ho-ho-"

The leader of the mercenary of the Red Label contract, codenamed White Fang, was dressed in very fine light composite optical camouflage alloy armor - but the disintegration from the body was still easy.

He suddenly made a noise like a cracked bellows, rolled his eyes and spat out blood, and fell straight in front of Rankopel, his body twitching slightly from the nerves that had not yet died.

Finally, the Ruper's eyes widened, and he used his last strength to look at the counter-casting unit on his waist that was used to counter Sakaz witchcraft—only to find that it had exploded, and was blown up abruptly.

He didn't even know when Rankopel performed the spell.

This counter-casting unit of Sakaz witchcraft is the reason why the White Fang can approach Rankopel so confidently - but in the moment before he dies, he understands that blood demons are also strong and weak.

"Mechanical asphyxiation usually takes 1~6 minutes, sir."

And Rankopel spoke calmly like water, and gently stepped over the horizontal obstacle under his feet and said:

"It's a painful experience, the alveoli are about to burn."

Don't say it's their leader at this time, all the other red-marked mercenaries who came over were all stunned -

although they are all extremely strong existences among the mercenaries, but they all think the same as the leader at this time, and Rankopel is unlikely to make a move at this juncture.

After all, in their combat power analysis system, Rankopel is at best the strongest warlock in Sakaz, and behind him are some Rhode Island exploration teams, and dozens of Rembito refugees.

So unless the Sakaz in front of you is a madman or a stupid person, how can you do it at this time? Although even if it is to cooperate with himself, it is only to live for a while longer.

Mercenaries with red label contracts basically do not leave any living mouths.

"Come when you want... Go if you want. Rankopel

stepped forward, his tone flat and without the slightest warmth:

"Are you using the private plot purchased in Rhode Island as your own back garden?"

"Then I don't mind making some landscape fountains out of the only thing of some value on you."

Then, Rankopel just gently reached out and quickly pointed at the few Red Label contract mercenaries in front of him who had not yet reacted, and Sakaz's sorcery swept out from his fingertips!

"Woooo

The figures of these people quickly twisted, like a tightened towel, every pore on the body was spraying blood, and the five people suddenly rolled on the ground.

"Whoops—"

After about half a minute, these people opened their mouths at the same time, and a fountain of blood four or five meters long gushed out from their throats like a fountain, and scarlet fragments suddenly spilled every inch of the surrounding wasteland.

In the end, these mercenaries all dissolved into a blurry lump of flesh and blood from the inside out, and the bloody and domineering of Sakaz blood magic was undoubtedly revealed.

Hemolysis.

Like blood healing, it is one of the most original source stone techniques that blood demons are born with: directly manipulating the blood in the opponent's body to dissolve from the inside out and cover his entire body.

If the terrain is limited and the number of people is dense, such as canyons, only one Blood Demon Prince is present, which is enough to slaughter hundreds of well-equipped ordinary soldiers.

As it literally suggests, dissolve it all and drown it in the tide of blood.

Although Rankopel was not officially crowned Prince of the Blood Demon by the Blood Demon Lord - this does not mean that he cannot do the above extremely horrific facts.

In fact, warfarin can do the same – even faster and better.

Don't underestimate the combat ability of any senior doctor in Rhode Island, whether it is Rankopel, Shining, Touch, Warfarin or Kelsey, they all have hard power enough to protect themselves.

"Oh... Also disadvantages of potted plants.

He gently stroked his chin and said playfully, and his other hand also pointed out that Sakaz's terrifying witchcraft once again flourished with the help of space as a medium.

"AA!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Suddenly, several people in front of Rankopel burst out into a more violent howl than before

—poof, poof, poof—

their bodies suddenly exploded from the center by the power of blood, and the blood wrapped in bones turned out from the inside out,

growing out like the branches of some kind of plant.

Lan Koper's completely unexpected actions, bloody and terrifying killing methods, and light-hearted tone and posture add up to make the remaining mercenaries even the mercenaries with red contracts still confused until now.

"My advice is to surrender, gentlemen, I think you can provide us with some information of some value."

And Rankopel said to the front like no one:

"As the gentleman just said, gentlemen, I hope you can deeply understand the gap in combat power between the two sides."

And [The gentleman just now] stopped convulsing at this time, lying about five or six meters behind Rankopel, his heart and lungs had completely failed, and his brain died due to lack of oxygen.

"Even, to put it mildly."

"If I didn't need to confront you face-to-face to see what kind of stuff you are and set up some useful information, you wouldn't really think that you could get so close to this easily, would you?"

"Unfortunately... My patience is also limited, and just now I decided to push back to get information or something.

"So then there's my one-sided killing, guys."

"Crush."