Death Inquisitor

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What is fear?

Fear is knowing what is going to happen but not being able to stop it.

This is the case for Chris now.

Although the attack of the puppet soldiers was not enough to kill him, he had already begun to fear.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would be dead sooner or later.

But in the face of his questioning and shouting, Ye Chen did not explain anything.

"Shet, this damn bastard." Chris clenched his fists and his face turned blue and white.

His eyes were fixed on the movements of the puppet soldiers.

I saw it suddenly misty and flickering, and it was impossible to grasp the movement trajectory, so there was no need to defend it.

Then there was a strong blow from behind, and Chris jumped forward with a whoosh.

This time the power is greater than last time! Not much worse than a normal adult man.

And only about a minute passed.

According to this progress, the power of the puppet soldiers at the last minute may be comparable to that of the world's top boxing champions.

At that time, even if one punch couldn't kill him, two or three punches would definitely not be far behind.

Even if he survives, how can a seriously injured waste survive to the end in this dangerous apocalyptic city to fight for the only hope?

"No, it shouldn't be like this. This should be a blessing. Why is it so difficult? If this continues, who would dare to attack other teams. This is obviously not a situation that the Death Judge wants to see." Chris He got up from the ground, his expression was painful, but he was thinking in his heart.

His eyes inadvertently glanced at the machete, and his face suddenly froze.

How did the puppet soldier announce the rules before?

"Hold under my attack for five minutes and leave with the knife."

The mechanical and blunt voice seemed to echo in his ears again.

There was a bit of strangeness in Chris's eyes.

The rules don't seem to say that you are not allowed to use the knife while being attacked, right?

It just means that you can only leave with the knife after holding on for five minutes!

So what if he picks up the knife now, doesn't leave, and continues to support himself under the attack of the puppet soldiers?

Chris seems to have figured out the key.

Before the next attack came, he immediately rushed towards the machete stuck on the asphalt road.

Swish!

He grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out!

I looked around nervously, and saw that no danger appeared for a long time, and my face was filled with surprise, it turned out that it really could be done!

At this time, the puppet soldier started attacking again.

This time, however, Chris had found a way to restrain himself.

He held the knife in both hands and quickly spun on the spot, as if it had turned into a whirlwind.

After the puppet soldier came close to a certain distance, he was immediately struck by the blade and turned into a mist and appeared in the distance.

"Hahaha! Success! Now don't even think about attacking me again!" Chris laughed.

He could have lasted five minutes.

Sure enough, in the next time, as long as Chris uses whirlwind, the puppet soldier will not be able to get within one meter of him no matter how fast it is.

And once it is attacked, it will appear in the distance again, clumsily preparing for the next attack.

Give Chris a chance to breathe, otherwise he would have vomited like a dog if he kept spinning.

After another attack, the puppet soldier appeared in the distance, as if it had been set long ago, and uttered a cold and blunt words: "The time is up, you can leave."

"Huh... luckily it's only five minutes." Chris laughed.

Suddenly, he staggered and realized that the surrounding fog had disappeared.

Then the figures who were either confused or tired were revealed.

It's his men!

But in addition to those standing, there were also many lying on the ground, and Sophia whom I had seen before was one of them.

At this time, the number of people around was obviously not right, at least about half.

Those people probably haven't come out of the thick fog yet.

Chris looked back and found that there was indeed a thick fog behind him.

The moment he turned back, another person staggered out of the thick fog, looking very dazed in the atmosphere.

Chris suddenly understood that he might have appeared like this just now.

After the man came out, another figure flew out of the thick fog and landed heavily on the ground. This time it was a corpse.

It’s already the tenth one!

Chris' face looked slightly ugly. The corpses lying on the ground were clearly visible, and there were exactly ten corpses including the one just now.

"boss!"

At this time, some of the people around him finally noticed his presence and shouted excitedly.

"Osak, Bea! Thank God, you are still alive!" Chris also spotted a few familiar figures from the surrounding crowd, and his expression became joyful.

Then a group of people talked about their experiences in the thick fog.

Everyone's experience was similar. They encountered several dangers and were then asked to hold on for five minutes at the hands of an ancient soldier.

But in addition to thinking of getting the machete in advance, others also came up with several ways to survive the five minutes.

Such as Osa

Ke was one of the most rogue. He found that as long as he fell to the ground, the soldier would not attack.

So except for being beaten twice in the first two times, I lay down for five minutes and then successfully got the machete.

Chris was stunned when he heard this. He thought he was very smart. As a result, compared to Osak, the deputy, his boss seems to be pretty stupid.

No wonder Judge Death ignored him when he yelled before.

Ganqing thought he was too stupid and didn't bother to talk to him.

As time passed, the number of people slowly began to increase.

In the end, Chris and the others calculated that only 69 of the 94 people in the group came out of the thick fog alive, and all the others died inside.

The nearly one-third chance of death is chilling.

Fortunately, the remaining people had obtained machetes, and they were not far away from the team they were targeting.

"Everyone, follow me! Go kill those bastards in front of you!" Chris shouted.

They all had a rage of anger in their hearts, but they had nothing to do with the Death Judge and could only vent it on the team in front. ..

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