The Doctor In the Steampunk World

Broken Sword was raised again and cut to Simon's left hand, trying to cut off his left hand as well.

Simon gritted his teeth, and the Holy Flame Knight's sword slashed upward, to cut his heart and put him to death. The scorching holy knight's sword cut the flesh until it reached his heart.

As soon as Claude grasped the knight's sword and stopped Simon's attack, Simon also kicked Claude in an instant.

Ribs were torn, Claude was kicked away, and his slash was unsuccessful.

Claude knelt on one knee on the ground, black and red blood flowed from his mouth, and his blood changed strangely.

This is the erosion of the blood to him.

It also shows that the erosion of the source blood on him is getting more and more serious.

The holy flame burning flesh and blood on his chest suddenly went out, a large amount of flesh and blood grew out of the wound quickly, and the charred flesh and blood was peeled off from the body inch by inch.

"Monster, this old thing is a complete old monster, it's so terrifying." Claude's strange changes became more and more terrifying in Simon's distorted vision.

When Simon gritted his teeth, he resisted the fear in his heart, and the tyrannical murderous heart suddenly shattered the fear.

Ah quite.

fuck you.

Simon stepped out, and the Holy Flame Knight's sword flickered slightly. He was not Morosad and could not really use Holy Flame.

The knight's sword swung fiercely, bringing with it a fiery Foehn.

Claude raised his hand and held the slash of the knight's sword in his hand. Simon could cut through steel with all his strength. If it was a human being, it would be easy to cut in two.

But Claude caught his slash with one hand, and the blade ripped apart his flesh and chopped on his bones.

Black and red blood sprayed on the knight's sword to extinguish the holy flame.

Claude's face was ferocious and painful, and it was not so easy to block the sword with one hand. He swung the broken sword with his right hand, and it struck Simon's left hand like lightning, and the blade easily cut in half.

At this moment, a roar resounded through the sewer, followed by several gunshots, a bullet came from behind Simon at high speed, hit the wall, bounced through the wall, and passed through Simon's ear. Then, shot at Claude's forehead.

Claude immediately shook his head and avoided the bullet.

The other bullets all bypassed Simon through the ejection of the sewer wall and killed Claude.

Claude was forced back again.

Simon took this to get away and quickly retreated.

Quick footsteps came, silver light lit up in the black, and it was Donald.

He got rid of the enemy and rushed to support.

There was also a glittering holy silver pattern on his face, and he was in a state of embarrassment, with many wounds. Obviously, he was able to escape after a lot of hard work.

"Morossad, are you alright." He was shocked when he saw Morossad lying on the ground.

"Quick, you can't let Claude take away the guinea pig." Morosad roared.

"Don't worry, support has arrived."

Donald looked at the unknown Claude in front of him with a very serious look, his right hand was quickly reloading, and his left hand was injured and could no longer shoot.

Naturally, he also saw Simon. Although he could not recognize Simon, in the current situation, Simon was not an enemy.

Claude looked back at the group of rats that were moving fast and disappeared at the corner, and glanced at Simon again. The boiling murderous intent in his eyes retracted like a tide.

He turned around and chased after the rats. He wanted to kill Simon, but he knew that the guinea pig was more important than Simon.

Donald started at the same time and shot while running.

Claude seems to be able to predict the path of the bullet, always dodging the bullet first.

"Damn, this guy's intuition and reflexes are terrifying beyond imagination."

The rats were caught up again, even if the claws were cut off, even if they were old, the lion king was still the lion king, and he tore the rats to pieces and tore them apart.

He almost killed the group of mice, but he did not find any trace of the mice.

"Impossible, where did it go?" Claude's expression twisted, he killed the escaped mice, shot the broken sword out, and nailed a mutant mouse to the wall, but he still couldn't find the little one. The trail of the white rat.

"It's impossible to disappear out of thin air, I must have missed something?"

Claude stood in the corpse of the rat, his eyes constantly swept around, his mind was spinning rapidly, combing out the previous memories over and over again, trying to find out the clues of the disappearance of the guinea pig.

"Where is it hidden? In the corpse of the mouse, or in the body of the mutant mouse." Claude frantically calculated the possibility of the mouse disappearing, turned around and pulled out the broken sword, and even the corpse of the mutant mouse was also captured. Cut it open and rudely crush the rat corpse under his feet.

He was cleaning up the rat corpses on the ground, and he believed that the guinea pig was definitely hiding around here.

One rat corpse was trampled and kicked to pieces.

Claude was a walking pollution source at this time. Donald didn't dare to approach Claude, but just kept a distance from him and kept shooting.

All kinds of weird and tricky angles, trying to kill Claude.

But the result was very cruel. Donald with the marksmanship of God was nothing in front of Claude, and the bullet was easily dodged.

As Claude walked along, the rat corpse turned into piles of rotten meat, as if it had been baptized by a meat grinder.

But there was still no trace of the guinea pig.

"Impossible, it's impossible." Claude murmured, his face more and more ugly.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the sewer again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The sound was very urgent, very dense, and there were a lot of people coming.

It should be the support that Donald said.

One after another light shines in, like a sharp blade tearing through the darkness, moving back and forth in the sewer.

One by one knights in standard armor came through the darkness, with thick guns in their hands, and came in neat steps.

They are the knights of the Ironfeather Guard.

Behind the Iron Feather Army are the Security Bureau and the Knights of the Nine Bureaus.

The heads of the three major departments were all down, and the knights above were naturally worried, and immediately came down to support after clearing the rats.

Donald quickly retreated, and the knights quickly formed an array. The knights in the front row squatted down, the knights in the second row squatted slightly, and the knights in the third row stood.

One by one huge firearms pointed forward, pointing to Claude.

"Kill him." Morosad almost roared the order.

The thunderous roar seemed to overturn the sewers, the splendid fire of nicotine erupted at the barrel, and bullets with **** thick poured out, forming a rain of bullets like an iron curtain that quickly covered Crow. Germany.

The broken sword sliced ​​open the bullet, causing an explosion.

The splendid explosion that kept ringing drowned Claude, but the next moment, the blooming fire suddenly moved forward.

A black shadow rushed out, bringing up the fire, like the tail flame of a comet.

Claude was hit by bullets in many places, and he was torn by one after another with hideous holes, but this did not knock him down.

He is as tenacious as a monster, and at full speed, the broken sword is like a drill that opens the way, pushing forward with bullets.

"Get out of the way."

The knights scattered to both sides in an instant, clinging to the wall, making way for a passage.

A tall knight held a cannon barrel that was dozens of centimeters long and over a meter long.