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"Old guy!"

The huge monster stood on the ruins, breathing like the wind in the cold winter, swallowing and spitting heavy white mist. The black halberd penetrated into the ground along the blade of the blood-colored sword, cracking the hard concrete. The thin Waivan fell.

On the ground, he raised his head and met the blood-red eyes, without fear, with anger.

Valentine is not a tenacious warrior. He has long been awakened to death. But among so many death scenes he has planned for himself, none of them dies like now, in a monster who looks down on him.

In it, it was as if it was pinched to death by a bug.

So, he wants to resist.

He wants this arrogant warrior to see his enemies clearly and see the disappearance of his own life.

The huge revolver appeared out of thin air in Valentine's hand, and the muzzle as thick as a thumb pressed against the Patriot's bone armor, with force as fierce as his anger.

"You can try this!"

The battlefield of encircling the patriots fell into strange silence again. Rosemary and Mon3t attacked in vain, and the sniper's eyes could only capture a black afterimage. Then, a boy's angry roar was communicating.

The channel rang, attracting everyone's attention.

Raphael took off his helmet, and the halo on his head appeared again, emitting a dazzling light than usual. The huge guardian gun was held in her hand, with the muzzle facing the mountain-like back, and his fingers were placed slightly trembling.

Above the trigger, a golden line suddenly appeared in the blue pupils, crossing together to form a cross, like a sight of the scope.

At the same time, Rosemary threw out the sword in her hand, and the target was the back of the Patriot's head. Everyone attacked the figure after a brief silence, only Raphael's index finger was still on the trigger.

, waiting for a better opportunity.

She knew the power of her pistol and her accurate head, but she also knew the danger of this shot to Valentine.

As the first arrow flew out of the bowstring, everyone heard a huge gunshot from the direction of the Patriot.

Valentine pulled the trigger.

In an instant, the whole world became quiet.

The hammer unlocks the safety, and the trigger drives the striker. The sharp sprint rushed into the bottom fire, and the irritable gunpowder squeezed the metal out of the nest. A huge flame like an eagle spreading its wings spurted out from the gap, illuminating Valentine's

The smiley face and rifle violently rubbed the warhead, allowing it to rush towards the target in front of it faster.

The thunderous gunshot rudely baptized Valentine's eardrums, causing his brain to tremble, but his excitement was not reduced at all. Perhaps this super brave man who dared to call M500 without headphones after this mission did not bring his headphones after this mission

The little dragon man needs to go to the infirmary to check his ears, but this is nothing to do with the joy of killing a huge monster.

If this bullet really hits the target.

As a veteran who has been on the battlefield for nearly a hundred years, the patriot's acumen is beyond ordinary people. Although he has burned his only remaining life at this moment, his brain is clearer than ever before.

When Valentine pulled the trigger with her finger, the Patriot suddenly leaned back, showing excellent toughness, avoiding the impact of bullets, and the continuous pieces of source stone crystals on her body also made small crackling sounds.

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The long halberd was inserted on the ground with a swing of his hand as a support point, and he lay down on his back, dodging the bullets fired by Valentine, and also avoiding the attacks coming from behind. Then, he used force on his arm. He slapped the ground with his left foot, and his body drew an arc in the air with his hand holding the halberd as the center of the circle, and turned around and stood on the other side of the ruins.

Bang.

Rosemary's great sword pierced into the wall beside Valentine's face, stirring up a burst of dust. Valentine blinked and threw out the bullet nest. After confirming that there was a bullet inside, he shook his wrist suddenly. He threw the bullet nest back to its original position, stood up with his hands on his sword, and stopped in front of the Patriot.

There was no specified duration for Gorgeouse to borrow his pistol, but he said there were only two bullets. So before the last bullet was released, he still had the right to use the gun.

A blood-red light surrounded the Patriot, and the old soldier bent down again and raised the shield in his hand to Valentine in front of him.

Dealing with medical operators is not a thing worthy of praise, but in this environment, if Valentine is not solved as soon as possible, the Patriot will only be exhausted by Rhode Island. He has no confidence to solve mon3tr and Middleie in an instant Xiang, because this special medical warlock exists in front of me.

Killing this Vaivan and then dealing with others is the best solution.

While watching the lightning in his hand, the Patriot suddenly recalled the war he had participated in and the companions who died on the battlefield. Many of them were not treated in time, the enemy's firepower and The harsh environment does not allow these people to survive until the arrival of the medical warlock.

if……

If there were medical warlocks like Valentine in his team at that time, maybe the battle would end differently, and he wouldn't have been infected with ore diseases at all, nor would he...

But reality has no if.

Fate made the Patriot stand in front of Rhode Island and declare his death. Then he would hold Fate's neck and throw this annoying bastard into the garbage dump with these Rhode Island operators.

Surrendering to reality again and again made the old man become more tired and stubborn.

Now, he is going to resist.

Two people stood face to face. Patriots resisted fate, while Valentine resisted death.

They are all protesters, and the rest depends on whether the guy in their hands is hard or not.

When the Patriot's muscles tensed again, an unexpected voice interrupted his attack. A huge gunshot came from the periphery of the battlefield, and the source stone etched Magnum ammunition directly hit the veteran's The back of his head made his body stagger, and he forced his charge to be strangled in the preparation stage.

Immediately afterwards, the second bullet hit the Patriot's body again.

However, this time it was not the guardian gun from Raphael, but the Vayiman in front of him.

Raphael's bullet hit a hard straight, and Valentine's bullet pulled the hatred back again.

Looking at Wendigo, whose eyes became redder in front of him, Valentine threw the revolver back, kicked the sword on the sword with her left foot, and charged towards the Patriot with her hands holding the sword in her hands.

At the same time, the attacks of other operators also hit the Patriot like a tide, constantly bombing his already petrified body.

Just as Raphael fired the bullet, Rhodes changed its strategy.

At the beginning, they could only fight and retreat Rosemary Amiya and Mon3tr were responsible for the main output, but now the Patriots have entered a violent state, and the red halo on their bodies constantly exudes unbearable pressure from ordinary people, only tiles

Only then can Luntin stay rational under this impact.

Therefore, Valentine is the only one facing the Patriots on the battlefield. He will restrain the Patriots and create output conditions for other Rhode Island operators in order to kill the enemy in the shortest time.

After all, the Patriots are alone in fighting fate, and behind Valentine are more than a dozen senior Rhode Island operators.

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bite!

The two-handed sword hit the edge of the shield, making a crisp sound. The Patriot blocked Valentine's attack, then waved the long halberd forward with his right hand, and directly picked up the two-handed sword on the shield.

Valentine clasped the hilt with both hands and adjusted the center of gravity with difficulty. Just as he was about to attack again, a huge shield appeared in front of him.

The patriot held up his shield and rushed forward, avoiding the sniper's arrows and explosions, and rushed directly into the ruins against Valentine's body, breaking a road in the broken walls.

A severe pain came from behind Valentine, piercing into his spine like a needle and rushing into his brain along the central nerve. The sound of bone shattering sounded like a firecracker in Valentine's body.

Then the current was restored to the same as before.

He wanted to stop this monster like Manniu, but his power was too small and had no use.

Bang!

Finally, the Patriot stopped and pressed Valentine hard on a wall. A large amount of gravel and dust fell from above, covering the two people on the ground with a layer of yellow coat.

The blue lightning jumped beside Valentine, repairing the body at a crazy speed. The gravel was embedded in his skin and was quickly squeezed out; the bricks cut his muscles and were again

The wound was healed in an instant; a steel bar even penetrated directly through his body, but the organ that was penetrated under the action of the source stone technique restored its original function.

Valentine's body directly made a "hole" for the steel bar and passed it out passively.

Since you can't drive it away, stay away from it.

The huge force kept pushing forward, and the shield kept squeezing his body like a hydraulic press, exerting it on every part of Valentine's body. The severe pain rushed from the whole body to the brain, Valentine's

I just felt that every cell on my body was wailing sharply, and even the blood stopped flowing.

The Patriot slowly approached the Rhode Island operator's head, and the pale bone mask flashed with dark red light, which brought mental pain to the enemy when physical pain was exerted.

"I said you will die."

A hoarse voice like an evil ghost came from under the mask and plunged into Valentine's ear canal.

Valentine's head was exposed outside the shield, grinning, her expression on her face was distorted, but she still opened her eyes and met the blood-red eyes, stubbornly raising her neck.

"Just...this?"

He even had the energy to mock him.

"This is the legend of Usas and Kazdale?"

Valentine's mouth raised a sarcastic arc and his voice became sharp. The huge pain brought great pressure, making his body's potential burst out like a blowout.

The blue arc gradually became brighter, forming a sharp contrast with the red mist on the Patriots' body.

Blue and red are wrapped around, like ice facing the flames, equalizing the color.

Under the threat of death, Valentine's skin began to harden, and the density of bones and muscles increased again. The heart shrank to one-half of its original size and beat faster. A large number of cells were made, but

Only a fraction of the normal size, it is metabolizing like a motor, providing resistance to this body under high pressure.

Slowly, he adapted to the power of the Patriot, and the shield could not move forward.

"Old guy, do you want to crush me with a shield?"

The violent impact exploded behind the Patriot, and the strong air waves stirred up Valentine's forehead that had not been cut for two months, allowing Wendigo to see the sarcastic look of the enemy in front of him.

"Can you still exert force now? Why can't I feel any pain?"

Valentine tilted her head and her mouth was raised higher.

The Patriot did not respond to his ridicule, but his breath became deeper and his body lowered several points.

"No, no, no, pure blood Wendigo, who beat up all the elves, demons, angels, and deep-sea monsters, could not kill a thin and poor Vayiman?"

"The key is that this Vaivan is still a medical warlock. You can't cause any harm to him?"

Valentine opened her eyes wide, gritted her teeth and said these words while smiling, and used her practical actions to trample the patriot's pride under her feet.

"It's so embarrassing!"

He raised his voice, raised his head high, raised his chin to the veteran in front of him, looked down at the other person's face, and expressed his contempt.

He doesn't care, he doesn't care at all.

No matter who is opposite, how powerful and perfect the spirit or strength he has, at this verge of death, he is the person Valentine hates, and the person Valentine tries every means to attack.

No one will respect his enemies at this time.

Valentine is not that kind of noble warrior, he is not even a warrior.

He just wants to live fucking.

As soon as he finished speaking, the shield was lifted up by the Patriot again. Valentine got a rare breathing opportunity and wanted to stay away from this guy, but was once again pressed against the wall by the shield.

This time, the bright red double spiral logo directly covered his face, making Valentine's head buzzing.

But that didn't stop his mouth.

"This is your attack?!"

The dull sound came from the ruins, not only the patriots heard it, but even the Rhode Island operators not far away heard it. Because of the red fog, they did not get too close to the patriots, they could only be on the outside.

Attack. Their arrows and explosions were eaten by patriots, but they could not shake the mountain at all.

“This is…”

Valentine twisted her head in the narrow gap, slowly poked her head out of the edge, shaking her head and met the Patriot's eyes again.

"The shield of the infected person?!"

"Weak!!"

The patriot's eyes became redder, like a spotlight, scorching Valentine's eyes. But even so, he did not divert his sight, and did not even blink, and stubbornly met the enemy's sight.

Even though I have shed tears.

"You said you Wendigo is closest to death in Sakaz, you said we were involved in the death of your daughter, and you were going to kill us."

His voice began to tremble, and the flames were burning in his heart. A large number of cells were created, burning the energy in Valentine's body wildly, resisting the power of the patriots.

"You said you were not revenge and had no desire for revenge."

"You said you hate fate..."

Valentine's arms gradually became thicker, bulging high like Xing Yihuang activated his skills, and slowly pushed the Patriot's shield. He burned his body and gained enough power to match the monster.

"Then how can we accept the fate of being killed by you!"

The shield was pushed away, but it was not the result of Valentine's efforts. The Patriot took the shield away and raised his halberd to slash the enemy's head. Valentine held the sword with both hands and the muscles of his arms

It emitted a huge force like an explosion and suddenly raised the sword and raised it upwards, successfully knocking the long halberd and protecting its head.

But this is not the end.

"You just said..."

The huge sword with two hands cut the air and hit the Patriot's shield directly, causing the monster to take a few steps back.

"If fate makes you force me to turn."

The long halberd attacked from the upper left and was blocked by a sword with both hands. Valentine turned his wrist and took a step forward, and the blade slid along the pole of the halberd towards the Patriot's hand.

"I would rather never look back."

The Patriot pressed his right hand down and directly slapped the attacking sword. At the same time, he turned around and knocked away the attack from behind, and once again raised his shield and rushed towards Valentine in front of him.

"So naive!"

Valentine did not dodge the attack and allowed the other party to slap himself on the wall again. However, this time he threw out the sword in his hand and landed in front of Rosemary.

In the just confrontation, he realized that his attack was ineffective, so he simply stopped fighting and opened his mouth.

"Do you really think this is resisting fate? Do you really think that fate has caused you to go through what sufferings?"

The long halberd nailed Valentine's arm that had just been thrown out, and his body was also hit on the wall by a shield. The sweet smell spread in Valentine's throat, and a trace of blood flowed out from his mouth.

"It's ridiculous!"

"Fate never makes you turn, and everything you encounter is entirely your own fault!"

He held the Patriot's halberd and shield, and his fingers were pale.

"You have a way to save that rebellion, the changes in Talula, the fall of Chernobyl, and the dragon gate..."

"But what did you do?"

Valentine leaned forward, held the Patriot's shield and halberd tightly with both hands, fought against the monster with force, and attacked his spirit.

"You just made your own choice and took steps on countless roads."

"Fate is always in your hands, and you have the right to let your life go in another direction."

"No one is regarded as a weak person by fate. He just chose to be a weak person himself. No one is regarded as a strong person by fate. This is his choice to be a strong person himself..."

"It's all up to your own choice!"

The halberd was pulled out and cut off Valentine's two fingers. But soon, the bones and muscle tissue grew again. Valentine raised her hand and held the sharp blade that the Patriot wanted to cut off his throat.

, let your palm be cut open.

"Now, you are dissatisfied and feel that the world is not good to you, so you ignore the reasons for yourself and push all the mistakes to fate?"

"Then tell me now, whose hand is this long halberd in?!"

"Who is this armor on?!"

"Whose hand is this shield tied?"

"If you don't like this kind of fate, then why arm yourself?!"

"If you don't like being regarded as a strong man, why should you take those responsibilities?!"

"If you don't like Talula now, why not kill her?! Don't use this power on that dragon girl?! Why stop us?!"

"You said you are unable to turn back and cannot turn back..."

The sharp tip had already hit Valentine's throat, but he was not afraid at all and was still scolding loudly. The bright red light gradually covered Valentine's entire vision, and the patriot in his eyes had become a

With a skeleton. In a place wrapped in huge ribs, there is a powerful but decaying heart.

This is a sign of overload in the Origin Stone skill, just like the last time Wang Tianyan was assassinated at the Peninsula Hotel.

But this time, he saw the ending of the Patriot, who had long died of his body and his dry heart.

"You haven't even tried it, you just say you can't look back?"

"Just fucking misconception!!!"

"Okay! Operator Valentine!" Amiya's voice interrupted: "Don't say anything more!"

"Don't say it again?"

Valentine just felt that she had heard it wrong.

"This guy is going to kill me now. Are you still thinking about keeping a living? Still think it's a pity that he died here?"

"Grass!"

Valentine shook her head hard, and even though her throat was covered in blood, she did not stop. Soon, the headphone fell off, which temporarily interrupted his communication with Rhode Island.

"Why don't you speak, Patriot?"

"I have nothing to say to you."

The silent Wendigo finally spoke again. His voice sounded so old in Valentine's ears at this time, as if he would die in the next second.

Even if his long halberd carries a mountain-like power.

"You don't understand, everything I've experienced."

The thick breath as thick as white mist spitted on Valentine's face, causing him to frown.

"I don't know what you've experienced, I just know you're escaping."

"You have pushed all your mistakes to your illusory fate, but you have ignored the choices you have made."

"You gave yourself a code name Patriot, but I can't see any patriotism in you."

Valentine gritted her teeth, the ruins were the past he would never forget.

"You helped the Integration Movement conquered Usas' cities, you helped the Integration Movement kill Usas' people, you helped the Integration Movement provoke war."

"Even if you have executed those thugs, it cannot cover up the fact that you have participated in the invasion of Chernobeller."

"You know who made Usas like this, you know what they did, you know very well that not only infected people are oppressed people, you know very well that ordinary people are also citizens of Usas."

"But what did you do?"

"The patriots invaded their own country..."

Valentine let out a disdainful sneer.

"What a joke."

It seemed that the attacks of other operators had taken effect, Valentine felt that the power of the Patriot was declining, and he could push away the halberd that stabbed the throat more easily.

"If, what you are thinking in your heart is really what you just said."

"I think you've been escaping all your life."

"Escape from the fact that you make your wrong choices, and paralyze yourself with fighting and resistance until today."

A red light flashed through Valentine's vision.

"Your death."

A big sword penetrated straight into the Patriot's body, which was Valentine's two-handed sword. Ordinary weapons have no effect on the Patriot's body, but this sharp divine weapon irrigated by the blood of the Immortal One can easily

Split his hard flesh and blood.

Countless black thin lines spread out from behind the Patriot, covering Wendigo's eyes, and soon penetrated into his body and disappeared.

"I never believe in fate."

Valentine let go of her hand. The long halberd in the Patriot's hand hangs in front of his throat, but does not go further.

"Or the 'fate' you are trying to do is actually already written for everyone's path. Everything you do is just the arrangement of fate, even if you clamor to kill fate."

“I just believe in the choices I make.”

"If you are wrong, then keep going. If you can't, then come back. If you have to bear the consequences, then bear it. If you want to die, then close your eyes."

"But if there is a way to avoid these, I will try my best to fight for it."

"Human destiny... is all achieved through your own choice. What you should resent is the person and thing that affects your choice, the one you make."

"Rather than resentment of something that doesn't exist at all."

Valentine stood up and looked up at the Patriot in front of her. The bright red eyes had lost their spirits, and the blood mist on his body disappeared.

“That’s useless.”

It's meaningless.