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"Herman, what's wrong with you? Leave quickly!"

Martin on the side looked at the slightly dazed Hermann next to him and said. But there was a little panic in his tone. The two of them had no chance of winning against the four of Anton. It was only possible to bring Bach over.

A great effort. But why doesn't Herman move now?

"Humph, you are provoking me. Even if Lieutenant Maitreya comes over in a while, it has nothing to do with me!" Anton now has a fierce look on his face. No matter who it is, his body is being fucked in public.

If it's revealed, and it's the most important thing for a man, he probably won't be in a good mood.

As he spoke, he was about to punch Herman who was closest to him.

Seeing Herman not dodge, Martin on the side looked anxious and quickly stepped in front of Herman. He hurriedly tried to block Anton's fist with his fist, but Anton took action with all his strength.

Martin punched in a hurry. His strength was originally inferior to Anton's, and now it was certainly impossible to block Anton's fist.

A punch hit Martin's fist, and it continued unabated, and even Martin's fist hit Martin's chest.

Martin only felt a pain in his chest, a burning pain in his chest. He was trying to gather his strength, but he couldn't move anymore. He was seriously injured with just one punch. He looked back helplessly at Herman, who was still in a daze.

Martin sat down weakly on the ground. Within a short time, he could no longer move at all.

"Vulnerable!" An expression of disdain appeared on Anton's face. He originally thought that Martin was very capable of fighting, but now it turns out that he had underestimated him before.

What he wanted to say, but because his chest was blocked, Martin did not say it. He just shook his head with a wry smile. He was dragged down by Herman now. If Herman was not in a trance, even if he did not go to Bach, the two of them would

Even if you cooperate, you will not be knocked down so easily!

"Tsk, tsk, there is a frightened man in front of us! Is this our great German? You loser!" Seeing Hermann in a trance, Bald Anton couldn't help laughing.

Now not only Anton and the men behind him looked at Herman with disdain, but also when other people looked at Herman, their eyes changed a little.

Unlike Martin, although Martin is not Anton's opponent, after all, he also dares to take action and dares to challenge the strong. This is the outstanding quality of the German people. How can he be like Herman, who even has the courage to take action?

If not, they would be frightened to death. Such people are not worthy of being Germans at all. Therefore, in their hearts, their disdain for Hermann will become even stronger.

"I don't even want to hit you, you coward!" Even though he said that, Anton still took action. Only this time, instead of using his fist, he stretched out his palm and slapped Herman hard.

It was foreseeable that if this slap really hit, Herman's face would not only be swollen, but his face would definitely be completely lost this time. No one would want to be friends with a coward.

The others didn't want to do it, and neither did Martin, so looking at Herman who didn't dodge, Martin's eyes gradually showed disappointment.

But what was different from others was that when Herman looked at the slap that was getting closer and closer, something suddenly seemed to come out of his heart: "I seem to have encountered such a thing before!"

He murmured softly, took a step back with his right foot, and easily avoided Anton's palm.

"What, you dare to dodge!" Herman dodged the slap that he was sure of. Anton seemed to have been greatly insulted. He rushed towards Herman angrily and raised his right hand high. It seemed that he

I won't give up until I get this slap.

Back, back, back...

Every time Herman managed to dodge Anton's attack at the critical moment, correspondingly, the confusion on Herman's face became more and more serious.

"Who am I? Where is this?"

In my mind, everything in the dream seemed to gradually become clearer, and all the surrounding scenes began to slowly recede. Heavy tall buildings, dead enemies, strange weapons, and only a bloody figure stood quietly in the darkness.

In front of Man.

"Who are you?"

"who I am?"

This was a very strange language. Herman could swear that he had never heard it before. But at this time, when he heard the other party's voice, he actually knew the meaning of the words.

"who I am?……"

The voice of the blood-colored figure was full of confusion, as if he was thinking, as if he was considering. As the blood shadow murmured, the blood flowing on the figure slowly faded away.

Seeing this situation, Herman's heart was filled with fear and expectation, because an idea suddenly emerged from his heart. When all the blood on the opponent's figure disappeared, he would know everything, and at that time, he would know everything.

Maybe it will disappear.

Disappearance? Is it death? Herman didn’t know, but under the influence of an unknown force, he did not prevent the blood from disappearing.

A pair of unknown shoes had a big check mark on them. The shoes looked very beautiful. Although they were not leather shoes, they made Herman like them sincerely. This is what the shoes looked like.

The denim-like trousers were cut very carefully, without even a tiny thread. This made Herman a little envious, as he had never worn such beautiful clothes.

The silver-white long sword didn't have many patterns on it, nor did it have any name. It was just a faint silvery white. The silvery white was like a mirror, reflecting the figure of a fair-skinned young man holding a sword.

"This is me..." Herman said softly, but soon, his expression suddenly shook: "I don't have a sword!"

He lowered his head and looked at his empty right hand, "I don't have a sword..."

He seemed to be greatly frightened, and he dropped the sword in a hurry. The sword fell to the ground and turned into a white smoke.

The white smoke rose slowly, passing through his feet, legs, and body, slowly rising to his neck, passing through his mouth, and was all inhaled into his nose. This sudden white smoke made Herman feel energetic, as if he was waking up from a big dream.

General: "Where am I?"

A dark scene, a figure whose blood has dissipated to his navel!

"who I am?"

Another voice of doubt sounded in Herman's heart. This was a voice that was so familiar to him, as if he had heard it for thousands of years before. It was so familiar that he would know who it was in the next second. However, he

But still nothing happened!

"I'm Hermann..." he said in an uncertain tone. Yesterday's dream seemed to appear in his mind again!

"I'm not Herman...I'm..."

The blood energy dissipates faster and faster, passing through the navel, through the chest, through the neck...

"You have no way to hide now! Herman, I have to kill you today!" A fierce voice sounded in his mind like thunder.

"I am...Herman!"

A ripple seemed to suddenly appear in the dark space in front of him. The ripples became longer and larger, until there was a 'click' and a crack suddenly appeared.

"Click..."

Like a mirror, the space in front of me was completely shattered and scattered all over the floor.

As the space dispersed, Herman suddenly raised his head and looked into the darkness. He seemed to see a familiar gaze looking at him. That gaze was his, and he also had that gaze, but for some reason, he seemed to

I felt a trace of regret from that look.

"Wait for me..."

"Bang..."

The picture shattered like a bubble. When he raised his head, he saw the familiar cafeteria scene in front of him. But now he seemed a little uncomfortable. He felt the cold stone of the wall behind him and looked at Anton who was gritting his teeth and wanting to beat him. He

Man couldn't help but be stunned, how could this be?

There is no way to hide now. What about retreating? Don't even think about it. There is a wall behind you. These walls are shot according to war fortresses. Not to mention people, even if they are exploded with bombs, they may not be able to explode directly. Could it be that I

Do you really have to be slapped by Anton?

Try your best to lean back, at least to avoid this slap. The nature of a slap in the face and a slap on the body are still different. After being slapped in the face, you will no longer want to live in the ranch, but if you are just slapped on the body,

Although some people may say something, they will not look down upon him too much.

But when he raised his head, he suddenly felt something behind his head. When he turned his head slightly, it turned out to be a black umbrella. This was the umbrella Lieutenant Maitreya had used before, but he forgot to take it back.

Looking at this umbrella, Herman's eyes were a little confused. In his eyes, the umbrella in front of him seemed to have turned into something else. A long sword exuding cold light.

Gently tapping the tip of the umbrella, the black umbrella quickly fell into Herman's hand. Holding the umbrella handle, Herman felt a hint of familiarity. It was not that he was familiar with the umbrella handle, but as if he was holding one...

Long sword.

"Sword...Sword Technique!"

The black umbrella seemed to have turned into a sharp sword. As Herman murmured softly, he pointed his right hand forward with a familiar finger, directly touching the palm of Anton's right hand. Fortunately, the umbrella does not have a tip now, otherwise it would be too light.

At this moment, Anton’s right hand was no longer wanted.

After fixing Anton's right hand, Herman did not stop. With a move of his right hand, the umbrella in his hand drew a perfect arc, passing through Anton's neck like a breeze.

"ah……"

Feeling the cold metal slicing across his neck, Anton couldn't help but scream violently. This was the fear that naturally arises in the body when facing death.

This scream also pulled Herman out of his trance. When he came back to his senses, he looked at Anton, who was covering his neck and looking at him in fear. He put the umbrella behind his back and said, "You should pray, there is just a ball in my hand."

Take an umbrella!”

"Umbrella?" Anton was stunned, but he didn't seem to feel any pain in his neck.

He touched his neck gently, and there was indeed no scar. He looked at Herman in front of him: "Good boy, if you dare to play tricks on me, look at me..."

Anton wanted to threaten a few words, but thinking of the feeling just now, Anton never said the rest of the words. Just now, at that moment, he really felt dead.

In the end, he just gave Herman a fierce look and left in despair with his men.

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