Dark Blood Age

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Chu Yunsheng ignored the rainstorm attack of the surrounding blood clan, stepped on the luxury mansion uneven 3D wall, his body was almost parallel to the ground, maintaining balance and speed with high energy momentum, and slowly walked up to the second floor, chasing the shadow pen that focuses on the retreat of the A to directly kill the past.

He did not speak a word, did not say a word. The killing that had been done in the blood for many years had fostered the silence of Chu Yunsheng in the battle, killing only people and not talking nonsense.

Behind the balcony, behind the luxuriously wide glass door, waiting for the simultaneous appearance of a one-sided assault rifle, two of the special guns were loaded with grenades. At the moment Chu Yun rose, the heavily armored man's face was heavy, the green mask was fastened, and he retreated to the darkness of the bedroom behind the door, while his hands sword, faint sign:

“Fire! ”

More than twenty assault rifles fired simultaneously, converging at a point with more than fifty shooting bullets after Chu Yun rose, the light of the fire dragged as intense as hemp. Within seconds, the concrete on the balcony struck out countless craters and dust chips, and a flash of light flashed around Chu Yun rising in the center of the fire, seemingly flashing countless fireworks. However, the dead black fog swallowed the endless rain of fireworks like a bottomless hole.

No matter how many bullets they fired, no matter how fierce their attacks were organized, the black fog was like a gateway to hell, and all the bullets, debris and attacks were sanded in front of it and melted away, while teenagers in the black fog, against a fierce network of bullets, continued to rush out of the fog at high speeds, and nothing in the world seemed to prevent it from immersing itself in the human footsteps.

Engaging a monster beyond common sense can cause a psychological breakdown. Even the blood clan and others themselves are monsters in the eyes of others. Compared to Chu Yunsheng, they seem to be much more normal, and the dark cloud rising is the real monster that can't kill!

After a round of magazines, we switched to another round, alternating shooting, the shooting forest grew heavier and crazier, smashing all the windowpanes, smashing the beautiful balcony like a flower pot, smashing the walls of a huge villa, but still not the dark fog surrounding the monster's immortality.

Until the legend is proven, it is always just a legend, a joke on the table, when it appears alive in front of its own eyes, psychological fear spreads to the plague, and the strongest of will cannot avoid it.

The fierce attack of up to seventy light and heavy guns, even the oldest blood ruler in Europe, dressed in the most expensive armor, did not dare to take it lightly, and the teenager was simply wearing a simple crust and could ignore everything with just a cloud of black fog!

In the face of modern weapons, the blood tribes of the Middle Ages, even though they were physically more and more advanced with biotechnology, seemed weaker and weaker than the twenty-first century humans who could travel across the ocean by wind and waves, ascending the moon and entering the heavens and the earth to explore the stars, and the humans who were once regarded by them as weak and weak, by means of those weapons became stronger and stronger and even climbed above their heads.

Once upon a time, all they had to do was send a small team to make the small nations of the European continent shiver as quietly as possible. At the age of 15, no one dared to disobey them. Once upon a time, they assembled blood armies and fought with the Pope's coalitions, beheading hundreds of thousands of people overnight, breaking six countries in a row for months and nights. The soldiers went straight to the holy place and were frightened to teach. The Emperor himself knelt down to kiss the king of the blood tribe at the time; at one time, they competed with the degraded tribe for control of the continent's inward tribute, and the hunting king's flag swept under the moonlight for thousands of miles, beating the degraded tribe to fall down on his knees, forcing the degraded king to flee the cold land of the earth and not dare to step halfway into the continent for life; at one time, their glorious moonlight, they The pride of the mountain river...

But they cannot rule, and when the sun shines upon the earth, they must retreat, return to the great castles of darkness, enjoy the riches and sacrifices of lower human beings at the bottom, including even their wives and daughters, by threatening and controlling the nobles of the kingdoms of the Horses. In the most glorious times, even the wives of the Horses of the Small Nations dare to trespass at will.

However, with the passage of time, when the first bullet killed the proud bloodline, and when a cannon smashed their fortified castle, those times would never return. They were hunted like bereaved dogs all over the wilderness by the original slave mountains, they fled hastily, were displaced, died and wounded countless times, and the once noble bloodline could only hide in the sheep circles of the farmers, while their last generation of kings crawled under the feet of a new generation of Popes in the Holy Land and could not avoid the end of burning.

They live in darkness, and in flight they cast a vicious curse. When the Undead King is resurrected, according to the legend of the blood, they will take back all that they have lost and kill all those who hunt them and their descendants.

Such cursed generations passed on as the belief that the blood tribe survived at the time, but humans became more and more powerful, they continued to live in ridiculous memories and revenge dreams, humans had long forgotten them, or, in the eyes of humans, they were just dark intrusions in the history of the human journey, like lion tiger beasts that in the ancient rugged times had a deadly threat to the ancestors of humankind, can now only accept the "flirting” of human children in the zoo, not long later, the whole world, only the blood tribes themselves still feel amazing, humans no longer regard them as opponents, not even this qualification, to have, can only be another tiger and lion of the zoo.

So they realized that they had evolved their bodies, their strength and their speed, and that human evolution was collective knowledge and wisdom. Before human beings evolved like wild horses, they were left behind like tiger lions who once called Wang Shanlin and the grasslands. Therefore, they have also tried to learn knowledge, use their long life to study more advanced biotechnology, constantly and rapidly improve their strength, so that by now, the strength of the blood is not becoming weaker and weaker as human legend says, but is becoming stronger and stronger, and a great deal of blood power far outweighs the most powerful kings of their ancestors!

But what can I do?

Humans have become powerful enough to wipe out a city with a bomb!

They are no faster than supersonic cruise fighters, they are no stronger than modern heavily armoured troops, they have been at the forefront of the race against humanity from the beginning, yet they are eventually dumped a thousand miles later and not even a shadow can be seen.

Revenge has become a millennial joke, and enjoying the rich life of a long life becomes the only meaning of life. What does it matter if it is corrupt or decaying? Anyway, some of them were wasting their lives and time, and one of them even fled to the new continent with the Mayflower and lived to this day, happily ever after, and perhaps participated in the War of Independence and the Civil War.

Juveniles who can be proven to be kings of immortality crush human-innovated bullets and bombs in front of them with small pieces of black mist, as if to subvert some kind of human weapon that they have long cultivated, threaten the meaningful basis of their lives today, and are unimaginably frightened by shock. Of course, there are also people who breed irrepressible greed.

Fear is the idea of most blood tribes, they are not afraid of Chu Yunsheng, but fear the true spiritual test of legend, some will recall the curse of the year, corrupt centuries of most of them, long have no desire for revenge, enjoy life is their only support, let them go to war with the modern army, think about it is chilly.

Even those who were greedy did not consider any ridiculous revenge at all, but simply tried to have more power and longer life, enslave other blood tribes, enjoy a more luxurious life, and perhaps walk into the sun and enjoy the sun that all blood tribes had no chance of - a young man who could move freely in the sun and prove everything was possible!

Those who made the legend, and then cursed it, probably did not expect that when the King of the Undead actually appeared, they themselves and their descendants would have to destroy the King of the Undead at all costs with such a dramatic peak mentality.

Guaranteeing that the blood clan of both ideas, violently pulling the trigger in their hands, releases the fireworks around the dark fog of the teenager, as if to stifle in the cradle some evil that breaks their comfort.

The madness of the blood clan was unexpected by Chu Yunsheng. Death would lead to the collapse of the will. Especially if he alone killed into the old nest of the Mo family. Without the surrounding power, not the Jedi, it would not be possible to produce the will to die. He anticipated that it would not take long. In front of his extremely powerful force, the blood clan would be frightened and run away. Like the first battle in the suburbs, it would be destroyed by him individually.

But now, their morale is incredibly high, somehow high, causing Chu Yun to rise to a misty water, he does not understand the blood family past, even if understanding, cannot know the strange attitude of the blood family today, only when they are collectively mad, the mind can not help but sink.

More and more blood clans from all around, more hired fighters fired from all over the villa, he was in the dense rain and gradually began to struggle to move forward, each bullet could have huge momentum, even if the black fog corroded most of it, it could not completely ignore the momentum.

Though he can still retreat from his body, it is not a good strategy to return without such success and waste a lot of black gas.

Looking up at the heavily armored man with the mask closed in the rich and royal room, through his gloomy eyes, it seems to be clear that this man has already calculated this step, Chu Yun rising cold and sinking, fingers running through the clouds and flowing water to push out pure black gas, a disturbing dark symbol gradually formed...

He has decided to kill this man tonight.

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