Chapter 334

Gorgri turned his heel, and the blood of the think tank curator was still dripping on his sharp blade.

The other party didn't use psionics from beginning to end, but fought with gorgorgory with his worst swordsmanship, which made gorgorgory hesitate when starting.

"Surrender."

The blade and blade were deadlocked at that moment. The curator of the think tank captured gorgorgory's sword with the net woven by his chain saw sword.

"I did nothing wrong."

But the other side read this sentence like a curse.

"Gorgorgory, have you forgotten our concept of freedom? How long ago was the last time I saw the army answer? Are you really willing to be the running dog of the Tara Parliament?"

Gorgorgory laughed angrily, which was the first time salperdon saw such a thing.

But the movement of his lips did not add warmth to his sculptural face, and the rocks had more heat than the smile just now.

Gorgri said nothing but that smile,

So salpurdon responded with a smile, the same dark and dead.

Suddenly, the young war leader waved the power sword contemptuously, deflected the chain saw blade stabbed at his stomach, stepped forward into the defense range of the think tank curator, and slammed the other party's head with his clenched metal gloves.

The curator of the think tank retreated and his forehead was smashed, leaving a line of dazzling blood.

But gorgorgori pursued him closely, and with a decisive move, he swung and crooked the other party's chain saw sword, cut the relatively fragile crotch joint of the power armor, and spilled a string of blood.

Salpurdon tried to fight back. These injuries had not affected other parts of his genetically enhanced body. He pulled the chain saw blade along gorgorgory's left shoulder armor to cut into the side of each other's neck, but he was immediately stopped and locked by the power sword.

"Die! Traitor!"

Gorgorgory's roaring hands ploughed his sword over the chest armor of the think tank curator, stabbed him in the back with it, and then pulled out his sword.

Pierced and ripped, salperdon fell on his knees.

"Well..."

Everyone froze, and it was clear that the outcome was divided.

Salpurdon covered his wound, but the blood kept overflowing from his body, just like a broken water tank.

Soon, his legs were infected in his own blood.

"This is the price of betrayal. Forgive me, brother."

Gorgorgory stepped forward and put a glove on the head of the dying think tank curator, just like some kind of blessing ceremony.

His sword, on the other hand, moved slowly toward the other's neck.

"I don't want to, but it's my responsibility that the regiment can't become a rebel."

But at the moment when he really wanted to wield the sword, gorgorgory found that the sword in his hand was as heavy as a kilo.

Is he really going to kill the respected think tank curator in front of everyone?

Is it true that things have not changed at all?

"You are wrong..."

A distant whisper came from the drooping head of the think tank curator, and gorgorgory was stunned for a moment.

"What --"

Suddenly, all the lighting equipment in the hall began to burn, and a disgusting smell mixed with rotten meat and rotten dairy products filled the air. The blood on the ground began to wriggle like life, forming a strange symbol.

Salperdon jerked his head up.

At that moment, he stopped whispering, and gorgre stood frozen in place.

The young battle leader suddenly fell into a world of blood and fire, surrounded by corpses dressed in purple power armor, piled as high as a mountain.

More than a dozen standing bodies surrounded him, most of them incomplete, some with weapons.

They stared at him with silent eyes, pointed at him and roared at him:

"You failed!"

"You killed everyone!"

"Loser!"

Gorgeli turned around in panic. Suddenly he saw the face of one of them, who handed over the regiment to his former regiment commander.

"You have failed us! You have failed the honor of the regiment!"

"No -- I --"

In reality, gorgorgory's eyes were dull and rigid, and he muttered to himself. He was already in a dreamland.

This is a secret handed down from generation to generation by the soul drinker battle group think tank. When they awaken their psionics, they will also awaken a talent that allows them to directly attack the enemy's spiritual world and drag the other party into the dreamland of their greatest fear.

It is also called "the coming of hell" by think tanks.

When it was confirmed that gorgorgory was trapped in a dreamland, the director of the think tank jumped up. He jumped to his brother, his war leader.

This unexpected assault made gorgorgory's balance, skills and tactics useless.

In the moment he woke up, they turned into a pair of wrestling brothers, caught in pairs, rolled on the ground, and grabbed each other's neck with both hands.

After a flurry of confusion, salperdon perched above Leon's body.

"What is this!!"

A cry of surprise came from the soldiers who were watching.

Salperdon's lower body began to boil violently, tumbling and twisting in an unnatural way, and his flesh and bones expanded and surged like a fluid.

And he himself began to scream.

First, the armor began to deform, and then the endless changes made his power armor split in two from the waist, surging blood vessels with electric energy walked through his pale skin, and glittering frost appeared on his body.

Soon, in the terrible sound of flesh and bone deformation, salpurdon's body suddenly stood upright. The outline of any limb could not be distinguished below his waist. The expanded tissue and burst energy twisted on him, and the scream turned into a confused crazy laugh.

In the blink of an eye, the former think tank curator disappeared.

Now, a monster appears in front of everyone. A ragged black cloak is placed on its armored shoulder. The spine of organic matter rises from under its ragged cloak, and its eyes are burning with immortal flame.

It doesn't even need weapons, because its lower body has become a spider like limb with long claws at the end, and has tasted gorgorgory's blood.

It was once an astat friar, but now it has been filled with the power of chaos.

Pale pink saliva slid from salperdon's sharp teeth, and his hands hooked gorgorgory's neck.

To enhance this slowest and cruelest form of murder, the killer looks directly into the eyes of his prey.

"Die."

A murmur similar to a curse came out of the bleeding lips intermittently.

"You never deserve to be the commander of the war!"

Like the other side of the mirror image, gorgorgory's boxer also held each other's throat tightly.

But the other side's advantage is obviously greater.

The sharp mutated lower limbs ran through gorgorgory's body, nailed him to the ground, pierced one of his heart, made blood flow out of his mouth, and almost drowned him.

"Die! Die!"

Salpurdon shook gorgorgory's neck and hit each other's head on the hard stone ground, again and again.

"Now go to hell! Go back to the dark hell!"

"Commander Zhan!"

The recruits roared and drew out their weapons, when ixtinos stood up and shouted:

"No one is allowed to interrupt the duel!"

Veterans also pointed their guns at their former compatriots.

By this time, salpurdon had picked up the sword dropped by gorgorgory and held it high.

"Death -"

"Stop!!!"

With a fierce drink, the people in the main control hall were kicked away, and soshyang with Shengyan sword rushed up, followed by sol and sevita.

But salpurdon turned a deaf ear and stabbed down with his long sword.

"No --"

For a moment, the blood spattered, and the chain saw blade on the top of the sevita halberd began to roar.

"Go away!!!"

Soshyan rushed towards salpurdon, bumped up like a tank and lifted the other party out.

The power of this blow almost paralyzed salpurdon. He struggled and wriggled on the ground. Soshyan in anger automatically activated the gray pulp. A cold from the depths of his soul made the curator of the think tank scream.