It seemed to indicate the start of this counterattack, and the sound of rumbling shelling came from all over the city, and the sound of the earth sounded like a group, shaking the peace of the former city of Katris.

The blazing fire gradually faded out. In the continuous bombardment, even the darkness with strong recovery ability could not be maintained. The mud-like darkness scorched by the fire gradually lost its activity and finally turned into piles of ashes and peeled off from the beast's body.

The steel bars supporting the huge body were directly interrupted by physical shells, and the cracked metal fragments were wrapped in the darkness that had lost power and fell into dust. Whether it was the stones that turned into armor or the wood swallowed into the body, they all fell apart in the high temperature and scattered all over the ground in the blink of an eye.

The sludge was still ready to move, but they were already at the end of their strength at this time. Even if they struggled to assemble into a new whole, it would only aggravate their own destruction. The once endless black was completely burned out by the flames, and only the man's body was still a little embers squirming slowly.

It was really incredible. It was obviously engulfed by the flames with the black mud before, but the strong man had no trace of burns on his body. However, he was not far from death - not only did he leave many wounds on his upper body, but his lower body did not fly away.

The strength not long ago was like an illusion, flowing out of his body with the darkness filling his body. But even so, he lost most of his body and was much stronger than ordinary people. Perhaps it was because of the remaining little power that he did not die on the spot.

He put his deformed hands in front of him, supporting half of his body to drag on the ground. As the flames burned, he had no more blood to flow. His incomplete lower body rubbed against the ground little by little, making a slight friction sound of dry firewood dragging across the dry rocks.

The strong arms could make him wield the metal giant sword like a toy. However, even supporting his incomplete body to move on the ground was difficult. Despite this, he was insisting on moving towards the guards. The lowered head seemed to be walking onto the destruction of the war ghost.

Even if it was an enemy, humans would become the miserable appearance of the current battle-hardened security officers frightened. A police officer who looked a little nervous raised the mechanic gun and aimed at the man's head and was about to shoot, but was stopped by Grosted with one hand.

It was completely different from his crazy appearance just now. Grosted could see from his eyes that the will belong to human beings. The cold murderous intent had retreated. The berserker finally revealed his nature as a "human" at this time, although this was probably just a rebirth.

Since Curt had something to say to him, let him go - Grosted thought so. This berserker is almost a dead man now, and he probably can't make any trouble. Moreover, with Curt's ability, he would not be disguised by a dying person because of his carelessness.

"Grosted second-class official. The headquarters has contact!"

At this moment, a security officer standing on the armored vehicle shouted loudly to Grosted, holding a pitch-black radio telephone in his hand. In the blink of an eye, Grosted's face became gloomy. After whispering a few words to the people beside him, he immediately hurriedly took the telephone.

The sound of war was still recalling around the blocks of the Central Square. It was obvious that the members arranged by the guards everywhere were attacked by those controlled by Seindemocra. The guards could shoot at monsters without hesitation, but when the locals were humans, their actions would become hesitant.

The sound of war has not stopped. Although this indicates that the enemy has not been completely defeated, it at least allows the guards at other places to know that their teammates have not been defeated either.

However, the contact from the headquarters may not be good news - look at Grosted's almost completely dark face and you can understand how bad the situation is. Maybe it's an urgent mobilization. If the enemy is allowed to destroy the city, there will be many troubles in the subsequent handling.

"This is probably the last time we met. Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet. This is really embarrassing."

So Curt walked over Grosted and slowly walked towards the man who was still struggling on the ground: "Your body is less than ten minutes long. You may have to thank you for not dying of blood loss. I am the one who has made you become this 'black mud'. Well, since it's the last one. Do you have anything else to say? If you want to entrust me to make up for the last one, I am very happy to use your head to receive the reward."

He made his tone of speaking as relaxed as possible. But it was difficult to hide the sorrow that a warrior's life was about to pass away. If he agreed, Curt would be quite happy to end his life here, at least this would prevent him from dying so hard.

Even if he accepted Seindemocra's transformation and his body became the carrier of the "chaotic bloodline", he himself was just a slightly stronger human. No one could survive almost all of his blood - not to mention that he had lost almost most of his body now. Even his internal organs were destroyed by darkness, and the moment they were completely inactive was undoubtedly the time when he died.

Ahem —

The man coughed twice, and a miserable smile appeared on his face, as if he was telling Curt that he was not as fragile as he needed someone else to get it done. He sprayed broken internal organs from his throat, and the blood stains stuck to it were also full of red belonging to the living creature.

"Court Rheinster, as that bastard said, you are a difficult monster." He continued to say while coughing, "But I'll blame me if it turns out like this - I actually think I can solve this problem, it seems that I'm stupid."

He struggled to make things clear, but his broken body did not allow him to do this. Maybe Cruz François will take his spells with all his strength, and maybe he can barely maintain his life for a few minutes with healing spells, but this is already the greatest limit.

Unless a miracle really happens here, his death is already destined, and all that remains is the difference between time and pain. Even the religious scriptures that preach miracles do not dare to record it like this, claiming that their gods can make the incomplete people live.

It’s a pity that there is no God in this world. Perhaps there is an existence similar to the "creator", but he also doesn’t care about what he created. Religion is nothing more than the product of faith, and most of the ones they have portrayed as "gods" are just hypocritical creatures.

"Small, be careful, there are several traitors in the management office."

Perhaps because he knew that his life was not long, the strong man insisted on finishing his words, so that his voice seemed a little out of tune: "Go to me, office, cough cough cough! Be careful in the mezzanine on the third floor behind the bookshelf, everyone. Don't believe it - cough cough cough cough!"

The man coughed loudly again, and his strong body fell to the ground and kept trembling, as if he was a seriously injured beast. His heart was about to die, but he still wanted to stand up. His ten fingers penetrated deep into the ground, and his twisted joints spewed out only a few traces of bleeding. The remaining blood that was not swallowed by the darkness still had vitality, and the cold crystals condensed in front of Curt's eyes.

The pattern of red and black intertwined was really terrible. Even the guards standing around to guard the darkness could not help but frown slightly and looked away from the man. They had not seen bloody scenes before, but watching a living who was about to die before him still insisting on finishing his last words, they had more or less unacceptable feelings from the bottom of their hearts.

Listening to the words of the gasping heavier and he stared at the man silently, trying to watch him towards the final end. On the other side, Grosted finally hung up the contactor, then glanced at the surroundings worriedly, and then walked towards Curt and the dying man.

"Wow, the guard officer remember, your name is Grosted, I have heard of you." Seeing Grosted slowly approaching, the man who was lying on the ground smiled, "It happened to be at the end. I have something to give to you and Ryanster."

After saying that, he suddenly supported his broken hands on the ground, making his body stand up suddenly. Looking at the man's strange actions, Grosted subconsciously stopped and retreated, but Curt seemed to have not reacted and still stood beside him.

Although almost everyone thought that the man's previous conversation was fake and wanted to hurt people at the last moment of his life, his next move was far beyond their expectations. His twisted left hand supported his body and let his other hand wave hard

Then he severely broke the last few ribs and penetrated directly into his chest - a little dark liquid slowly flowed out, but there was no crazy black mud.

In the moment when the flesh and blood splattered, Curt, who was standing closest, saw with his own eyes reaching his right hand into his chest and grasping something with all his strength. His expression was completely distorted, and pain and obsession tightened on the scarred face, and in an instant, it seemed like a hideous evil ghost.

Puff!

The sound of something being torn off mixed in the black liquid that was spilling like rain, making people feel a bad association when they heard it. At this moment, Curt clearly saw the man taking out an egg-sized thing from his chest with his thick hands and handing it to him.

It was a dark and shiny crystal, and the structure looked exactly the same as what Liqi collected from the Eye of True Vision, but it emitted a stronger smell of blood. When Curt was about to ask him what this was, he found that the strong man had died on the spot. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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