Fantasy World Transmigration

?The commissioner trapped in the reception room and the important officials of the Suez Canal Company looked at each other, and the guards protecting them suddenly jumped up. The most terrifying thing was the two arrows shot from tricky angles. The fierceness made Chen Ang feel a sense of vigilance in his heart. When he pressed his right hand on his waist, one side slanted like a fan, and the translucent silver light fan with a radius as long as a sword was fleeting.

Split the two arrows into two halves from the middle, the castration is exhausted, and they fall to the ground.

At this time, the silver sword light in the mid-air dissipated, and the British saw clearly that the weapon held by Chen Ang's right hand was a soft sword with excellent elasticity, which could even be wrapped around his waist. The sword light was as clear as water, and the sword body was tough. It was straight and sharp in Chen Ang's hand, and no one could imagine that the sword was wrapped around Chen Ang's waist with a relatively large curvature just now.

"English longbowmen!" Chen Ang looked at the two British soldiers behind the commissioner. The yew wood longbows in their hands revealed their identities. This kind of body shape with extremely strong upper body and deformed chest and back bones is hard to let People don't think of the English longbowmen who resisted aggression and made the invading army of the European continent fearful before the British Industrial Revolution.

It's just that Chen Ang didn't expect that this ancient type of arms was still retained by the British in today's era of advanced thermal weapons.

At this time, the two British soldiers who rushed out of the reception room had already arrived in front of Chen Ang. Although they were wearing British military uniforms, their yellow skin and the distinctive features of the plateau race all showed that these soldiers were not British. In their hands, the strange weapons like dog legs showed their identities even more. These Nepalese scimitars were the Gurkha warriors who had dealt a huge blow to the British army.

After the British conquered Gurkha, these Gurkhas hired a large number of these skilled Gurkha warriors to participate in the suppression of India's uprising against colonial rule. Gurkha warriors are disciplined, brave and good at fighting. The physique of the plateau race makes them tough. Their belief in Hinduism and their advocacy of ascetic rituals give them a strong will to endure pain.

Two dog-leg scimitars mercilessly slashed at Chen Ang's vitals. These Gurkha warriors have a high tolerance for pain, almost insensitive to pain. They are skilled in martial arts, and most importantly, they are fearless. They are often willing to die with the enemy with their lives. These two Gurkhas are the best selected by the British army.

After going through some Hindu mysterious rituals, they are proficient in yoga, their bodies are extremely agile, and they are also infinitely powerful. Near-undead recovery.

The Gurkha warriors are still human.

The long sword in Chen Ang's hand bends slightly under his power. The blade draws a curve, accumulating elastic kinetic potential energy, and the tip of the sword shakes with the bending of the blade. In Chen Ang's hands, this extremely difficult weapon , nimble like a vicious snake, just the time Chen Ang took a step forward, cut a deep bone scar on the wrists of the two Gurkha warriors.

The dog-leg knife could no longer grasp the castration, and it fell out of the Gurkha warrior's hand.

The sword light flashed again, and a deep scar was scratched on the faces of the two of them by the sword tip. The scar swept across their eyes, cutting the eyeballs protected by the eyelids in half.

"Ah!" The Gurkha warriors gritted their teeth and endured the severe pain in their eyes. They still wanted to fight again, but Chen Ang had already passed them, and the blood race who followed quickly dragged down the two who had lost their vision. At this time, Chen Ang was only five steps away from the British commissioner. He took a step forward with his sword in his hand, and the long sword in his hand was drawn out like a green dragon in his sleeve.

He casually stabbed a British soldier who came up to stop him.

A black-clothed priest next to the British commissioner put one hand on the Bible, and hurriedly read the Latin scriptures in his mouth. He raised the front of the cross, made of gold, and on the cross inlaid with precious stones, emitted a bright holy light. , the vampire behind Chen Ang let out a muffled snort, the skin exposed to the holy light seemed to be burned, and large pieces fell off and were scorched.

Three other barefoot black soldiers rushed up quickly. These Maasai hired by the British from the most combative tribe in Africa were tall and extremely strong. The spears in their hands were extremely flexible, and the three of them cooperated seamlessly. Advance, or attack together, some lure the enemy, some resist the enemy, the three of them seem to be fused into one, and they come to fight with three heads and six arms, making it difficult to parry.

If the person standing here was a blood race, then when they were attacked by the holy light, they would suddenly be attacked by these three people, even if Hong Fan came, he would suffer a big loss.

It's a pity that Hong Fan is not standing here.

Chen Ang stretched his left hand down, and a silver P229 pistol in his sleeve fell into his palm. With the shaking of his wrist, the long sword in his right hand trembled like a flower, but it implied sharpness. He penetrated into the enemy's vital point, and at the same time shot repeatedly with his left hand, calmly killing the two longbowmen who were faintly threatening behind him.

He kept striding forward, blocking and killing gods along the way, leaving a lot of corpses until he came to the British commissioner.

At this time, the blood clans behind who were blinded by the holy light had also returned to normal. They absorbed the blood lost by the dead around them, and quickly recovered. Several people followed Chen Ang and killed them. Priest Yi was still waiting to resist, the cross in his hand was gestating a fierce counterattack, when Chen Ang slashed his neck open.

The blood on the neck hit a black-clothed vampire behind Chen Ang, making him go crazy, roaring all over, and threw himself into the center of the reception room. Just like the wind, it bullied several people in an instant, grabbed the necks of two of them, and the nails with blood energy had pierced into their arteries.

The British commissioner saw that Chen Ang was already standing opposite him, and hurriedly shouted: "You can't kill me, I am a hereditary baron of Great Britain, if you kill me, even if you are a blood race, you will be in big trouble, as long as you can let me go, I will inform you of all the opportunities related to the empire!"

Chen Ang's face was just indifferent: "No need, we will get it ourselves!"

He stepped aside, and the blood baron who was following behind him suddenly raised his head from the hood, his pale face gave him a unique evil look, but the British special commissioner obviously recognized him, and cried out in horror Out loud, he screamed like a little girl: "Wingate! Former Commissioner to Egypt, Wingate!"

His voice was terrified, but also tinged with surprise. Since Wingate was transformed into a vampire, it proved that his fate was probably the same. Although he lost a lot of power and benefits when transformed into a vampire, at least one life was left behind. And enjoy eternal life.

So when Wingate bit his throat, he didn't have the slightest intention to resist.

Soon the special commissioner turned into a mummy and was thrown on the ground by Wingate like rubbish. Wingate knelt down and reported: "Master, I have read his memory and know the plan of the British side. .”

Chen Ang said calmly: "Submit the relevant information to the intelligence team, now we will go straight to Huanglong!"

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