Nightmare Attack

"Doctor, we can't leave Brother Wu behind!" The painful memories of the past came flooding back, and this meeting may be our farewell forever.

"He's right. Not only can't we help if we stay, we will only be a burden." Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man, "Let's leave first and find someone to come back to help after we get out!"

This village is full of weird things, and neither Empress Dahe nor Wen Zhao, who has inherited the mantle of Marquis Wangan, can get in touch, let alone call out for help.

At this moment, Wuwu, who merged into the darkness, appeared silently on a sentry tower in the stockade. This was also the commanding height of the entire stockade, the closest place to the sky above his head.

Wu's face was surprisingly heavy. The real situation was much more serious than what he described. Having fought against the old president before, he fully understood what kind of terrifying existence he was facing.

But this time there was no Master Shui, only him.

Fortunately, his mission is not to kill the old president. He only needs to attract the old president's attention and damage it as much as possible. Once there is a loophole in the surrounding space, Jiang Cheng and the others can find an opportunity to escape.

Memories of the past came to mind bit by bit. Unknowingly, we have been walking together for so long, but there is no such thing as a banquet in the world, and it is finally the time to say goodbye.

Wu's eyes suddenly reflected a scene from the past. On a rainy night, in a dark and dark office building, a man walked out of the elevator with an extinguished lamp and fulfilled his promise.

"Same as that time, someone always has to stay."

The darkness above his head became deeper and deeper. There seemed to be something huge stirring in the darkness. No longer hesitating, Wu Heng held the knife in front of him. He grabbed the blade with his left hand and slowly drew it across. The red, almost black blood flowed from the cut. The water flowed out from the palm of my hand and covered the entire blade.

This might be the last knife he would make, so he couldn't hold anything back. He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

When the sky was stirred by the thick darkness and was about to explode, Wudou opened his eyes. In an instant, his aura changed, his cheekbones protruded, blue blood vessels and tendons covered his face, and a pair of scarlet eyes were inlaid with blood. In the eye sockets that were about to burst, the originally angular face was as ferocious as a demon. The black figure jumped upwards at an extremely fast speed, holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, opening and closing the movements, and the blood-red blade was flying in the night sky. Bringing out shadows, the originally clear blade was covered by blood-red light and shadow, and the swallowing sword light extended out like a thousands-foot-long burning cloud.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng and others, who felt the astonishing momentum, rushed out of the room and looked up. They saw a distant, almost unrecognizable black figure waving the blood-colored sword against the darkness, and there were layers of sword light. Tearing the night sky apart.

This scene was unexpected by everyone. Mahakala collapsed, and a huge gap was opened in the darkness above the head by the light of the sword.

What was even more shocking was the light that shone in along the gap. It was a hazy light. Jiang Cheng didn't know how to describe it. At the same time, there were waves of shouts of killing coming from behind the gap. The sound was very distant, yet extremely tragic.

"Look!" Fatty exclaimed.

Along the cracks in the darkness, the entire night sky was actually collapsing. Unexpectedly, Wu's sword not only opened an escape route to the outside, but also seriously injured the old president, making it impossible for him to barely maintain the world. arrive.

With a huge sound like glass cracking, the darkness above the head suddenly shattered, and Jiang Cheng and others instantly flew into the air.

No, it's not flying, it should be falling!

The sky and the earth reversed, gravity reversed, and they hit the ground hard. Fortunately, there was a beach-like place under them, which only made them dizzy and not injured.

"It's done!" The cheers of the crowd came from not far away, and some of the voices sounded strangely familiar to Jiang Cheng.

Getting up from the ground, Jiang Cheng finally saw this new world clearly.

This place is a piece of red soil, with not even a complete big stone or tree nearby. Everything has been destroyed by the brutal battle. The twisted corpses and the blood soaked in the soil constitute the tone of this world.

Not far away, two armies were confronting each other. On the side closer to him, Jiang Cheng saw Lin Wan'er wearing camouflage training uniforms, with a light blue ribbon tied to her left arm.

Not just her, but everyone in the team, except for some of the wounded who lost their arms.

"No. 10!" Someone in the team greeted with a dance, it was No. 13. His current condition is very bad, one hand is missing, and the wound can only be wrapped with a bandage, but his eyes lit up when he saw the fat man. Surprisingly.

Under Wu's escort, nothing in this distance made a sneak attack.

As the distance got closer, Jiang Cheng could see the other people in the team clearly. Almost everyone in the team of thirty or forty people was injured. If the pretending old man of the night watchman had not lied, Lin Wan'er's team had already suffered more than half casualties. .

It can be seen that the composition of this team is very complicated. Almost half of the people are wearing camouflage uniforms. Among the remaining people, there are people wearing black uniforms of the night watchmen, night clothes belonging to the dark army, and some Jiangcheng people are not at all. I know him, maybe he belongs to a major family, or he is a master recruited from the private sector.

Regarding the appearance of Jiang Cheng and others, the people on the other side seemed to be quite wary. With Jiang Cheng's eyesight, he could not see the people on the other side clearly. They were hidden in the black mist that was very similar to the darkness seen in the village before, leaving only a lake of molds. The silhouette is slightly smaller than Lin Wan'er's team.

Without any time to be polite, Jiang Cheng went directly to Lin Wan'er, "What's going on?"

Seeing that the people in Jiangcheng were safe and sound, Lin Wan'er also breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the credit of Senior Quan Xu. He calculated the right time to take action. We also concentrated our strength at the same time and cooperated internally and externally, and then we broke through the trap." Your prison."

As she spoke, Lin Wan'er looked to the side. There stood an old man wrapped in a robe. The old man's hair and beard were all white, and he also had a goatee. But the strange thing was that the lower end of the goatee was not exposed, but wrapped in a robe. After getting into the robe, there were bulging things in the robe that was dragging on the ground. I didn't know what was hidden there.

"Just call me Old Man Quanxu. I will direct this operation." Old Man Quanxu spoke concisely and to the point. His eyes briefly stayed on Jiang Cheng, then moved to Wang Fugui, and finally Wu.

"Thank you, you saved Zero. This at least gave us the determination to persevere." Old Man Quanxu spoke in an unusually calm tone, as if this war was just a bystander to him.

Jiang Cheng caught a glimpse of the ribbon on his arm, the number on it was 001.