The dense red mist filled the air, gradually obscuring Asura's burly figure.
The Kassel students hidden in small buildings throughout the garbage dump held their breath and stared motionlessly at the situation in the distance.
Someone gently used the remote control handle to control the drone to buzz and rotate its small wings, and take a closer look at the situation.
Under such intensive firepower coverage, even if this guy is thick-skinned and thick-skinned, he must be...
As soon as the freshmen had such thoughts in their minds, they were crushed to pieces by a giant iron-green hand that poked out from under the pink mist.
The scarlet light shines through the blood mist generated by the successive explosions of Frigga's bullets, vaguely revealing an extreme cruelty. Combined with the strong and burly body, it creates an infinite visual impact that shocks their senses.
The hard black plastic shell of a low-flying drone was crushed into pieces and scattered on the ground. Asura's strong and vigorous breathing followed the beating of the heart in Asura's chest. He turned his sight to the gun in the distance. The red light in the eyes of the students suddenly became dangerous.
"not good!"
Some people were shocked.
There was a harsh sonic boom in the air, and dust mixed with red mist flew back. Asura's body had disappeared from where it was, and like a swift lion, he rushed towards a young freshman hiding in the window of the small building.
Susie stood behind the livid figure, raised her hand with a pale face, and slashed forward. A series of steel-core blades flew out from behind her, suddenly blocking Asura's footsteps.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing was like a symphony, but it was casually pushed away by Asura's six arms, causing sparks to shoot out.
The lethality of the sword spirit is naturally terrifying. If a hybrid uses it to kill ordinary people, it will undoubtedly be efficient and fatal. Even with a casual wave of the hand, the iron tool can easily cut through the soft pipe, killing hundreds of people in the entire street on the spot.
But facing the defensive physiques of Asura and Bronze Throne, it exposed considerable shortcomings. In the final analysis, it is still because the user's own exploration and development of the spirit spirit is not deep enough to achieve the armor-breaking effect by increasing the quality and control.
On the other side, Eran looked at the young freshman Asura leaping high and cursed.
When he faced such a terrifying guy directly, he found that it was more intimidating than watching it from a distance before.
The rampant dragon bloodline gave him too many abilities. The muscles of the six livid arms he waved were rolled into knots, containing shocking energy. The long scarlet tongue spit out from under the green-faced fangs seemed to swallow him whole.
For a moment, the young man with his weak golden eyes was in a trance, as if he was really standing in a comic space in another world, facing a virtual Rakshasa ghost.
Asura opened his mouth in an astonishing arc, revealing sharp and translucent snow-white barbs, each one as tough and sharp as the teeth of a great white shark.
It almost climbed up to the second floor with mottled walls on hands and knees, and bit into the man with the Uzi submachine gun. It was so blurry that it even left an afterimage in the irises of people who were screaming for rescue.
"Get away, Arthur!"
A blond girl who knew a boy yelled, stood under a small dead tree filled with garbage, and fired upwards with a submachine gun filled with Frigga bullets.
At this moment, a figure in black jumped up from the wall of the double-story building like a ghost, rushed forward a few steps, and then jumped down again.
He pulled out the Japanese sword from his tennis bag and slashed it hard at the back of Asura, who had slipped through the narrow window and wanted to bite the new man named Arthur to death.
Following the slender silver blade arc, hot flames ignited, and Chu Zihang's golden pupils hidden under his sunglasses had already lit up.
Attaching Yanling Jun Yan to Murasame was the latest trick he learned. The inspiration roughly comes from the orthodox ancient swordsmanship, Rizhao, and someone Li's secret instructions.
Of course, this effect is also very significant. As soon as the jade steel sword surrounded by flames comes into contact with Asura's back that has distinct ribs and bulges backwards, it makes a sizzling sound. Like red meat grilled over a charcoal fire.
Half of his body leaned into the window, and Asura, whose ferocious head was only a palm away from Arthur, suddenly let out a painful howl, his scarlet tongue
The tip was tight and straight, and the transparent saliva splashed and secreted almost covered the young man's face.
The disgusting smell of smoke almost came to his face, and the new student Arthur immediately bent over and retched.
"Back away."
When he was feeling sick and uncomfortable, the man's voice was like ice water pouring down on him, calming his whole body.
At this time, Arthur realized that someone was standing outside the window, stepping on the place where the monster saw the stick, and talking to him with his head slightly lowered.
"Chu...Chu Zihang."
The young white man with blond hair and curly hair immediately recognized this cold-blooded man who wore sunglasses and looked unapproachable by strangers. In fact, he had received an invitation from the Lionheart Club in the past few days.
In the same freshman year, others are already the president of the Lion Heart Club, but I am not even a formal member.
Although there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, his movements were not slow at all. He turned over and got up and ran away.
"boom!"
Almost as soon as Arthur left the house, there was a violent explosion behind him.
Everyone saw that the moment Chu Zihang turned over and jumped off Asura's broad shoulders, a bright red light slowly rose in the dark night, followed by a roaring high-temperature air wave.
That is the authority of gods being exercised on earth, and no one can resist it.
Asura's body hit the carbonized black wall hard, and his six outstretched arms were now covered in scars, curled up like the tentacles of an octopus.
Yan Ling·Junyan is like a ball of sun, erupting in silence. Just the ripples it causes make people's hearts throb.
Asura roared uneasily, his top two arms clinging tightly to the roof of the building, clinging their suckers to the wall like an octopus.
The young man wearing sunglasses held a long knife in his hand, kicked his foot on the wall, and thrust Murasame into the back of Asura's head without mercy.
"sorrow!"
A scream as sharp as a child's night cry echoed through the night sky, then stopped abruptly.
"Phew...it's finally over."
Some freshmen couldn't help wiping cold sweat from their foreheads. Encountering such a monster in a war practice class made people fearful for their future dragon-slaying careers.
"I finally understand the significance of Professor Schneider arranging such a class."
There are also students who draw prayer crosses on their chests while speaking a little piously.
Hybrids walk between sunlight and darkness. When they cannot keep the boundary line, darkness will erode the world step by step.
"Some things just need to be done in the hands of people like us."
An acquaintance patted his shoulder and stood side by side with a faint light in his eyes.
At this moment, in the completely darkened slum, more than a dozen pairs of golden eyes shine in different faces, and they stand together.
