Carlo, whose body was pierced, put his left hand on the ground and let the blood gush out, not caring at all.
With his legs strong, Carlo stood up again and stood unsteadily in front of Minglang, his tall figure standing between Minglang and the mutant.
Looking at Carlo who was holding on, Minglang only had a mocking smile on his lips, "You're already like this, who are you still pretending to show?"
Minglang launched another charge towards Carlo. He reached in front of Carlo with a single step and pushed forward with his right hand from bottom to top.
The palm of his hand touched Carlo's chin, and with a slap, Carlo immediately raised his head and flew out, his body was thrown to the ground like a boulder.
Carlo's body wiped the ground and slid more than ten meters away, and did not stop until the mutant's feet. The ground was covered with Carlo's blood.
"He's just a piece of trash, trying to pretend to be a hero." Minglang mocked. In Minglang's eyes, there is no difference between mutants and trash. They are just beasts in human form.
The tip of his toe slowly stepped on Carlo's chest. Akira turned his tip of the toe vigorously, and blood poured out from the blood hole not far from the toe.
Carlo still wanted to struggle, he was unwilling to fall down like this, but the moment he fell, the flying knife happened to pass through Carlo's calf.
With his hands and feet firmly supporting the ground, Carlo still wanted to struggle to stand up, but found that everything was in vain.
Every time when Carlo's body was exerting force, Minglang would dig into Carlo's chest with his toes and step on Carlo's body to the ground again and again.
After struggling again and again, Carlo's body had already lost its strength, and he collapsed on the ground weakly.
"Everything is going to end, and you will see your kindred spirits die in front of your eyes." Minglang took up the fight again, pointed the tip of the knife at Carlo's left shoulder, and stabbed it fiercely.
The sword passed through Carlo's ribs and pinned Carlo firmly to the ground.
"No~!" Someone in the group of mutants yelled angrily. The mutant who had been calmly enduring his sorrow just now suddenly became crazy and agitated.
The body began to change drastically, whether it became bigger or ugly, in Minglang's eyes, the mutants were all the same, they were all monsters and damned existences.
The five fingers of his right hand slowly spread out, and flying knives appeared floating around the palm. The five fingers suddenly clenched into a fist, and the flying knives turned into flowing light and stabbed at the crazy mutant group.
Green, black, purple... blood of various colors spurted out. In front of Mingming, like a huge fountain, countless blood spurted out.
The air was filled with a fishy smell, but Minglang felt that the smell exuded a charming fragrance. His eyes slowly closed, his nose flapped, enjoying the blood smell in the air and the screams in his ears like triumphal music.
His hands were gently beating the beat to the screams in his ears. Akira was the conductor of the symphony, his hands were the waving baton, and the flying knife was a beautiful instrument.
After countless nightmares and watching his loved ones die in front of his eyes, Minglang had already lived in a madman's heart, a madman who would seize control of Minglang's body when he saw a mutant.
His arms were waving wantonly, and the screams in his ears were even more poignant. This was Akira's favorite music.
"No~no~~no!"
Carlo cried, his white eyes turned over, and tears like blood flowed from the corners of his eyes. Even the screams in his ears had broken down Carlo's inner defense, but Carlo was still powerless.
Such powerlessness is like Carlo's inability to give those who follow him a clear future, like the past that Carlo cannot grasp, and the future that Carlo cannot change.
"Mutants are born to die!"
These words echoed in Carlo's ears again, the nightmare that woke Carlo up countless times late at night.
His father, the commander-in-chief of the Southern Barbarian garrison, was furious because he was a mutant and wanted to kill him with a knife. Even though his mother begged him hard, his father still severed the blood relationship with him.
These words were spoken by his father, to Carlo, who was only five years old at the time, and to Carlo's mother.
After that, Carlo's mother took Carlo and lived a wandering life. Eventually, his mother became seriously ill. Carlo begged his father to save his mother, but...
After his mother died of illness, Carlo really had no home. It was Fu Tu who adopted Carlo out of pity, and Carlo slowly began to take in mutants who were also in trouble, and finally created a paradise for mutants. ——Dungeon.
Carlo is the savior of these mutants. He said that he would let them live a stable life, but he actually led them on a wrong path.
Carlo once wanted to tell the world that mutants are not all cruel, they just can't control their mania, but they are not bad people, and they don't want to harm others...
It's a pity that Carlo has no chance. He mistrusted Yuan Tinghuan and overestimated his status. Who would believe what a mutant said?
The screams in his ears grew farther and farther. Under his body, sticky blood slowly flowed over Carlo's head, along the gap between his body and the ground, and trickled down to Carlo's heels.
"It's all coming to an end!"
Carlo's eyes no longer showed pain and struggle, but despair. What Carlo wanted to do was ultimately a bubble, and was completely defeated by Akira at this moment.
Slowly closing his eyes, Carlo gave up his last struggle. He was tired and wanted to see his mother, that beautiful woman.
"stop!"
There was a roar from behind Minglang. Before Minglang could react, the moment he was about to turn around, the person behind him grabbed his clothes and threw him away.
Lin Zihan stood beside Carlo's body, looking at the dying Carlo on the ground, his eyes filled with angry flames.
Carlo felt a light touch on his body and heard the familiar voice. His already desperate eyes, holding back his tiredness, opened a crack and vaguely saw Lin Zihan's stern face.
The hand holding the sword loosened, and Carlo's left hand fell heavily to the ground. His fingers were slightly bent, and there was no movement anymore.
"Ming Lang?!" Lin Zihan looked at Ming Lang in front of him, shocked, confused, and surprised, but he could not extinguish the anger in his heart.
"Lin Zihan? Or Long Zi?" A wanton smile appeared on Minglang's lips. He didn't care why Lin Zihan was angry. All he wanted to do was kill the mutants.
"It seems that Longzi, the mixed-blood bastard, is very similar to these mutants!" The crazy Minglang sneered, not caring at all. The danger was approaching step by step. The consequences of irritating Lin Zihan, Minglang was about to... I feel it.
"Really, it's unreasonable!" Lin Zihan originally just wanted to tell Minglang to go away, but now he changed his mind. He wanted Minglang to pay the price for his actions.
"Do you like playing with flying knives?" Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the seven flying knives. The blades were already stained with blood, and blood was slowly dripping from the blades.
"Killing Formation~" Blue light flashed, and Lin Zihan's body was covered with frost-blue exoskeleton armor. Facing an opponent like Minglang, it was not worth Lin Zihan's use of dragon blood.
"Since you like to play with flying knives, I will play with you." Lin Zihan said, eighteen flying knives came out from behind, and the blue blade seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.
Frost slowly condensed under Lin Zihan's feet, freezing the blood around him, and a small piece of frost-blue ice formed under his feet.
The extreme cold completely enveloped the area within the two city walls in an instant, and pieces of ice flowers floated in the sky.
Mo Jie, who was far away in the Imperial Federation Army Camp, looked at the clouds that suddenly appeared above, and snowflakes were falling. A chill came from the direction of Nandu, and he felt something bad in his heart.
"At least it's an aura that only exists at the Dark Fall level. This aura..." Mo Jie gently caught a piece of snowflake. The ice flake, which looked no more than the size of a fingernail, fell on Mo Jie's palm. The extremely strong chill could not even be felt by Mo Jie. Jie couldn't help but shudder.
Within the defense line of Nandu City, the blood gushing from Minglang's wound became much slower, and his whole body was covered with a thin layer of frost.
The hot breath exhaled from his mouth rose like a burst of white mist, and Minglang's whole body was surrounded by this chill.
"Sure enough, monsters and monsters are the best match!" Minglang clenched the silver sword in his right hand. The red blood on the blade had already condensed into ice and hung on the blade.
No matter what Minglang said, he could no longer stimulate Lin Zihan. In Lin Zihan's eyes, Minglang was a complete madman, an unreasonable madman.
The little finger of the left hand is slightly bent, then the ring finger... and then the index finger.
With the slight curl of his fingers, the flying knife behind him drew a series of afterimages and stabbed towards Minglang.
In front of Lin Zihan's eighteen flying knives, Ming Ming's seven flying knives were powerless to parry. Just as they hit Lin Zihan's flying knives, they were instantly bounced away and collapsed elsewhere.
The cold light flashed in his eyes, and the red-eyed Minglang finally regained some calmness as he watched the flying knives being bounced away again and again. His mind fell completely on the flying knives, and he concentrated on resisting the incoming eighteen-handed flying knives. knife.
It bounced off again and again, no matter how Minglang controlled the flying knife or at what angle it struck the frost blue flying knife, the result was the same.
In a moment, eighteen flying knives trapped Minglang in the flying knife formation, completely blocking all Minglang's escape routes.
Lin Zihan was not anxious at all. He also wanted to see if Minglang would show fear when facing death. He wanted to see Minglang's fearful eyes.
The fingertips of his left hand flicked gently, just like the fingers tapping a piano, hitting every note elegantly and accurately. It was a pity that Lin Zihan didn't know anything about music, and the fingertips that tapped randomly were also It won’t be beautiful music after all.
The flying knife surrounded Ming Lang's body, retracting little by little, and getting closer to Ming Lang's body.
