Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

“...... Phew, it's really risky. Lan

Ke Per stood up from the ground, and the laser that had just locked the person really almost lost half of Rank Copperel's soul, and the lack of intelligence almost had fatal consequences.

Then Rankopel walked towards the lifeless body of the locker in front of him, and he wanted to make sure that the locker was completely dead, so he stepped forward and smashed it to pieces with the Patriot's halberd.

"Hmm...?" Suddenly

, Rankopel saw a strange white light flicker in the dim one-eye of the locker's helmet.

"This is, Demon Fragment

?" said Rankopel after observing it for a while, a little surprised.

Poof....

Immediately, he picked out the evil demon fragment in his body, and the original appearance of this evil demon fragment seemed to be the skin of some kind of creature, but now it was impossible to see it.

At this time, this evil demon fragment has turned white, like glass, there is no evil breath in it, it seems that the last blow of the locker has completely overdrawn the power of the evil demon fragment.

Although the demon fragment had lost its effect and looked no different from ordinary substances, Rankopel carefully put it away, in case it would be useful one day, right?

"Hahh... Hahh... Ahem..."

So, Rankopel could no longer hold on, thrust the Patriot's halberd he was holding in his right hand hard, and gasped against the ground, blood constantly gurgling from his nose and mouth.

This battle Rankopel really exceeded his current limits.

He is now facing two interior defenders, and both are new variants that he has never encountered before, and they are close and far, working together to make Rankopel almost survive several times.

This battle is not only his own efforts, but also a lot of luck factors, if there is no patriot's halberd in hand, and there is a train next to him to create terrain kills for himself, Rankopel may really die here.

To be honest, Rankopel also never expected that his face was already so big, and it was worth sending two internal guards with cooperative performance at the same time, the purpose was only to eliminate him alone.

All this sends a bad signal:

he has been targeted by the Usas Empire.

Although Rankopel's strength has become much stronger now, it is still unable to withstand the gaze of the Usas Empire, and just two internal defenders have put themselves almost on the verge of desperation.

If Fyodor or some big man finds that Rankopel has been able to face the siege of two internal guards and even counter-kills, thinking that Rankopel will become a big disaster in the future if he does not get rid of it, and then directly send seven or eight internal defenders?

So the best way is to let Rankopel temporarily "disappear", at least before taking Chernoberg, and after taking Chernoborg, he has the capital to retreat all over.

Then next, a suspended animation, will be useful.

Rankopel then walked in the direction of the train.

When he first cleaned up the Usas soldiers in the train, he found that a Usas soldier looked like himself and was similar in height, the only difference was his blood demon, he was Usas.

But the biggest difference between the blood demon and Usas is the head, the blood demon generally has scarlet pupils, paler skin, pointed ears, and tiger teeth in the mouth are sharper than other races.

In addition, there is blood, the blood of blood demons always has a special character, two blood demons mixed in the crowd may not need to meet their eyes, just staggered to understand that the person just now is my kindred.

Rankopel lifted the man's body and threw it on one of the snowy spots where the battle was most intense.

"Blood... Come on...!" Rankopel

groaned, and then the blood he had shed in the battlefield floated from the ground, and then flew to the center of his palm and condensed, turning into a blood ball the size of a basketball.

Next, Rankopel will replace the Usas with his own blood.

Of course, if ordinary people don't say that they are replaced with the blood of the blood demon, even if they are replaced with the blood of someone else, they are likely to have a rejection reaction, produce blood clotting, and then die quickly.

But the Usas in front of him is a corpse, and it is also a corpse that functions as a corpse, so this exchange of blood does not need to consider so many problems.

Huh-huh....

Rankopel's right hand quickly manipulated the Usasian blood to exit his body, his body quickly dried up, and then Rankopel forcibly filled his body with his own blood.

Huh-huh....

The shriveled corpse gradually expands like an inflated balloon.

But after all, it was forcibly filled, and this corpse filled with its own blood looked a little weird and puffy, but then he was about to explode, so it didn't matter.

"Iron... Hammer..."

Rankopel pushed his hand to the left a little weakly.

Hoo-hoo

...

The blood iron halberd immediately disintegrated, and then turned into a huge black and red iron hammer, but this iron hammer was now somewhat unstable, and the black and red surface was constantly deformed like waves.

Rankopel then picked up

the hammer and smashed it down hard!

The hammer smashed firmly on the body of the Usas, smashing it into a lump of minced meat, and the head of the symbol of difference Rankopel also specially mended the knife to ensure that it was not obvious that it was an Usasian.

Rankopel was imitating the way he was punched by the suppressor, and the locker's weapon was very special and he could not imitate.

With all this done, Rankopel was ready to leave.

Although the side effects of completely steaming blood have begun to come up, it is no longer suitable to stay here for a long time, and if you are in a coma in this kind of place, you will basically never wake up again.

Rankopel immediately followed the tracks and found the train that was some distance away.

At this time, the train stopped very quietly about two hundred meters away, because after all, there was no one to carry out the follow-up operation, and Rankopel also hung up the test run hanging pole that stopped after the train traveled for one minute, so the train stopped smoothly.

The suppressor under the train had completely turned into a twisted mass of minced meat, and its demon core had completely burst, and a thick black fog was permeated around it, and the ground was dyed pitch black.

This area can no longer be restored.

But Rankopel couldn't care so much at this time, it was better than losing his life.

Rankopel used the Patriot's halberd to pick out his shattered corpse, toss it aside, and then plucked the iron elements stained with the crusher's body and blood from the train.

He quickly used the source stone technique of manipulating iron to strip them off along with the iron on the surface, making sure that all the iron components were clean, before Rankopel left with confidence.

If you don't do this, it is likely that the train will follow the traces of the blood and flesh of the inner guard along the way to the base, and then the base over there is likely to be targeted.

"You have to hold on..."

Rankopel limped into the cab before starting the train again.

Woo –

the train let out a loud roar smoothly and then moved forward.

Rankopel was already mentally exhausted, but he continued to drive the truck, and in his previous life he hated the feeling of fatigue driving, but now he had to do it.

And soon, the train passed through a tunnel through the mountain, and a darkness came in from the head, swallowing almost all the light in his vision, and the only light was the two small poor source stone lamps hanging in front of the train.

The boundless darkness in the tunnel made Rankopel's weariness surge even harder, and he had already forced himself to lift his spirits through pain several times, and now was not the time to rest.

"I really want to sleep, when I get to the base, I must ... Get a good night's sleep. Rankopel

curled his tongue, not knowing who to say it to or to himself, and muttered in a low voice.

"Barely... Let's open a little more steamed blood..." Although

he knew that this would increase the side effects, Rankopel still did it, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to follow the Frost Star and them back to the guerrilla base.

He didn't know how far away the base was, and if it was, he would have to stop the train and find a safe shelter to recuperate for a day before setting off.

The darkness finally dawned, and as a white light hole in front gradually expanded, the train smoothly exited the tunnel, but Rankopel looked ahead a little stunned.

“...... "

In front of him was a fork in the road, with two tracks to the left and the right, and now Rankopel had to quickly decide which track to go to.

Rankopel held the lever of the rail splitter in his hand and began to think a little anxiously.

"Huh?" At

this moment, Rankopel noticed that on the other side of the sign, there was a direction where there was a black ice left by the frost star that had not yet melted, which was very dazzling under the sunlight.

"Give me a hint with this source stone technique... Nice tactic, Froststar. Rankopel

sighed softly, smiled and dialed the railrod of the rail splitter to the left.

Click.

With a crisp sound, the track splitting device under the wheels of the train caused him to turn to the left.

Then Rankopel continued to pass through several forks, each of which had a mark made by Frost Star with his own source stone skills, which greatly helped his positioning and navigation.

And after Rankopel finally passed a long section of railroad tracks, he had found that there was a mutant guerrilla base ahead, and the low fortress had the mutant guerrilla flag on it, and he would never be mistaken.

He could even see the mutant guerrillas patrolling the railroad ahead, as well as the Patriots and Frost Star, who were waiting for him.

Rankopel gestured the Patriot's halberd out of the window and continued forward, almost when it was time to slow down.

His eyes were almost closed, and seeing that the end was just around the corner, Rankopel had finally reached his spiritual threshold.

"Well... Right now...... Brakes..." As

if poured with lead, Rankopel's right foot slowly moved to the brake pedal, and then slowly pressed down.

Whew....

The train whistles and the speed has begun to slow down, and as long as Rankopel slowly presses the brake pedal to the end, then the train can stop very safely.

And yet....

Rankopel finally closed his eyes, and the brake pedal on his right foot was only half pressed.