Dark Blood Age

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In the desert to the north of the starship, a man flew, and blood dripped down his pants and feet into the hot sand, consuming his life every moment of every day.

His shirt was basically broken, his left lower abdomen was blurred and should have been shot through by some metal, but the deadliest wound was not here, but on the back of his head, which seemed to have been hit so hard in the event of a sneak attack that his gaze gradually blurred and his mind was not so clear.

On his back, there was a man with a bullet strap crossed and a heavy weapon gun on his back. This man was even more seriously injured, and his entire left leg was blown up, and Baisheng's bones rubbed his broken clothes to bring him to life in pain.

Even with such a man on his back, the shadow is still very fast, running like a black line in a blazing desert, behind him a black dot chased from the sky from afar and near.

“Boss, put me down, I fought them!” The man on his back screamed emotionally in agony.

“Shut the fuck up, I don't have the strength to talk to you!” The man who ran was Andrew, and as soon as he entered the starship range, he was suddenly ambushed, without knowing why, the entire First Battalion was killed and wounded in the dark, and only he and the dog-headed division on his back escaped by his own powerful force.

“It's a conspiracy, BOSS, it's definitely a huge conspiracy, we have to figure it out!” The man on his back was excited and his eyes were red.

“Fak!” Andrew is intolerable: “Wouldn't you say anything other than that? Can't you just keep your mouth shut? Do you have to say that? Chris in hell is different. It must be them. Who else? ”

His words were incapacitated, obviously already severely wounded, and his consciousness was even more unclear. Although they were all ambushed by Nguyen and Li in the first place, he still believed that Chris was messing with Battou.

“BOSS, they're all traitors, they're not qualified to lead humans, they're all assholes, bitches!” The dog headmaster on his back yelled and couldn't help but vent his anger.

Andrew was in a very irritable mood, very angry, the dog-headed teacher on his back was still noisy, and was about to scold him again, he felt this “brother” on his back spit blood, stirred on his injured back of his head, a smell coming over.

“York, York?” Andrew screamed twice, but he dared not turn back and pause for a moment, and the enemy in the sky behind him would kill him.

After about a few seconds, the voice was finally heard, but instead of previous excitement and anger, it was accompanied by faint apprehension and sadness, such as whispering to oneself:

“BOSS, what are you going to do? My BOSS, they've bought everyone's heart. What are you going to do? …… ”

Andrew grabbed his teeth tightly and popped out word for word: "Whatever they were, I would never compromise with the Ancestrals, and the blood debt would only pay off, so that someone would always be willing to follow me. ”

The black dots in the sky approached again and enclosed themselves from three sides, seemingly determined to completely block them here.

The people behind him looked back and sighed weakly: “Maybe, but people are tired of it, don't you see, the people in the camp don't talk about revenge, Chris is going to divide the different lands to rebuild their homes, the Chinese are going to send them to be interracial local officials, they will soon forget hatred, my BOSS, what are you going to do? I really can't think of anything, really..."

Andrew on the run didn't hear anything about him and continued to snort: “They're all too childish to think the war was over? It's just the beginning, they'll regret it for today when the Fae come back to slaughter! ”

The person behind it is extremely weak: “Yeah, maybe, but that day was too far for me, I can't see, my dear brother John, I can only come here with you, you have to live well, live well! ”

Andrew slipped slightly and saw the man behind him break free from his back and roll to the ground, instantly falling far behind Andelu as he flew.

“York! ”

Andrew Flitch's body stagnated slightly, his fists clenched tightly, he didn't turn around, and after a short pause, he was still running desperately.

Just now, when York escaped the moment he jumped off his back, with his power, it was completely stoppable, but he didn't do it... but why would he suffer? Why did your heart feel like a whip at that moment?

Behind you comes the roar of heavy guns, the whistling sound of bullets, and the sound of single-legged jumping on the ground, shooting at the sky and screaming: “Bitches, come on, I'll fight you, go to hell! ”

One-legged York roared wildly and poured bullets into the sky.

A fire bursts out of the black dots in the sky, stirring up the dust in the desert, interwoven with fire nets and coldly and ruthlessly bombarding it into slag.

Andrew ran desperately toward the main battalion, desperately.

The camp on the other side of the desert was already a burning rubble, with broken arms everywhere and thousands of dead bodies.

Resistance forces in the camps have been disintegrated, with the vast majority being besieged and almost no one fleeing.

Young soldiers lined up in a row, standing in front of their iron and steel flood, the group surrounded the camp, the gunpoint of the black hole glowing in the sun, and the eyes under the helmet were like water silence, not knowing what to think.

In front of them, a group of Awkas were driven into a ruined camp and went to a dead survivor, and despite their bitter plea for the human army behind the Awkas, silent human soldiers seemed to be silent cold woods.

Occasionally, one or two people broke through the frightening death line and ran to the front of the human army, followed by a burst of gunfire, and those who rushed out fell into the bloodbath with their eyes open.

Until a young mother rushed in front of the soldiers with a bloody baby, the shots that were supposed to have been fired had not been fired.

An officer stepped out of line and said out loud: "Shoot! ”

Young soldiers had fluctuations in their chests and still no one pulled the trigger tight in their hands.

The officer immediately pulled his pistol against the soldier's head.

“Shoot! ”

Young soldiers, the entire front was suddenly silent and seemed to protest silently against an otherwise inviolable military order.

“Shoot, shoot! ”

The officer also panicked, and he felt out of control of the soldiers and his voice fluttered.

Boo!

Finally, someone couldn't resist the pressure of the military order to shoot, and the young mother fell into the bloodstream.

Behind the front, a middle-aged senior officer silently took off his helmet and thought of another person beside him: “We will be nailed to a column of shame...”

The man sighed: "History is written by the victor. As long as we find that thing, victory belongs to us. No one will know what happened today. There are only a few people who die today, and no more will die in the future. ”

"The truth will always come out," said the senior officer. "Do we have to kill them all? Must it be hidden in the living? If Andrew gets that thing, how can he hide it from anybody else? ”

The man said, "This is to make sure that the order is not lost. If it is not executed, it will be us. This is not the planet. This is a mess. The rules are different. ”

The Awkas continue to search and the ruins of the camp are filled with screams and curses.

Sporadic resistance occasionally appeared that did not stop the strong OKA, but gradually piled up the bodies of seven or eight OKAs in one corner of the camp to the point of shocking the OKA's large army.

There, a little boy with a rotten smell on his body, his eyes looked extremely indifferently at the rushing Awka man, and whenever he approached it within three meters, he dragged a glowing light from his fingertips on the ground, the Awka man did not know what was going on, there were no wounds, no feelings, he fell to the ground and died instantly.

The little boy leaned against the camp wall, with a little girl with closed eyes, a shrapnel stuck in the flesh behind her back, blood soaking through the bodies of the two men, mixing water on the ground, rotten, shameful and dim images, suffocating.

But the Oaks don't feel that way, and to them, humans are just another creature.

More and more OKA people have noticed that one from a large group of horses approached with a long-range improvised weapon. At the same time, the abnormal situation has been escalated gradually, attracting the attention of the peripheral army, and human soldiers have begun to approach.

By the wall, another OKA man fell to the ground, where more than twenty bodies had reached alarming proportions, while the other OKAs still did not see how their companions died?

Weird scenes scared the OKA people to come any closer, even though the light on the little human boy's fingertips was getting weaker and weaker. At this rate, fill in dozens more lives, and the eyes will disappear and no one will go forward.

Human soldiers quickly approached and drove the Owkas up again.

The little boy's eyes are still extremely cold, and even if the light on his fingertips diminishes, he will soon be in deep despair, and he will remain as indifferent as if he were not looking at another group of people, but at a group of insect ants.

The massacre continued, driven by human soldiers, and the Awkas had to go forward with their lives. The upper echelons of the human army probably agreed to capture the little boy alive.

A dozen more Awkas fell asymptotically and the little boy was still silently slaughtered, but its fingertips were about to disappear like a crippled candle, and the power from a distant starship that had suddenly faded dramatically was gaining strength and desperately sealing it off.

With more and more OKA people, dense numbness finally surrounds it in a circle and surrounds it.

The little boy never looked at them again. His eyes fell on the face of a thin, dead and unknown little girl like a dead wood. Although the power from a distant starship grew stronger and even more powerful than in the past, his hands still miraculously lifted up, touched the little girl's head, closed his eyes, let his fingers shine bright and glorious; the surrounding oak people rose and people were extinguished...

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