"On September 21, 1900, we received the goods number 19000666. The Dragon King was resurrected in the dissection. This was a trap, a premeditated encirclement!" Marquis Gambet was sweating profusely, and the pen in his hand recorded everything on the paper frantically. The sound of a sonorous sword and a flintlock rifle came from outside the carriage. He knew that there was not much time left for him, but he had to record all this and leave clues to future generations. This was the only thing he could do now.

"At 01:23:45 am, the battle is still going on. Our side is not prepared enough. The number of opponents is about 500 Deadpools, which may contain pure blood!..."

After the recording was completed, Gambet's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, but his eyes were still firm. The sound of fighting outside the carriage was getting closer and closer, and his mission had been completed.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Marquis Gambett tore off the recorded copy, folded it and pressed it together with two square copper pieces, sealed it with screws at the corners, and stuffed it into the interlayer of the carriage. Everything he could do was done, and even if he was to welcome death, he had nothing to fear.

Gambet wiped sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and his beating heart calmed down, and he pulled open the curtain of the carriage.

"Hey! The secretary just retracts and writes the manuscript! The battlefield is not where you should stay." Viscount Charlotte glared at the Marquis Gambet who was preparing to come out while loading a flintlock rifle.

"This is probably the last time. Let me see with my own eyes, the heroic figure of the 'Blade Wing'," Marquis Gambett touched his non-existent hair awkwardly and smiled, "I am also a member of the Cross Iron Rose, and I can't die in the carriage in the end..."

"I want to die on the battlefield? It's too early now. My friend, we have to establish a college together. You have to teach the first batch of students before dying." Viscount Charlotte curled his lips.

"No, my friend, I'm just a burden here. If I weren't protecting me who had no combat power, you should be able to leave..." "Shut up, secretary, do you think we don't want to leave?" Viscount Charlotte interrupted Marquis Gambet's words. The enemy in front of me was no longer something they could leave if they wanted. Even if this guy was not the Dragon King, he was at least a first-generation or a second-generation species.

"Humans, you are very self-aware, but this is the only thing that deserves praise." The shadow in the dark said proudly.

"Do you really think we're going to be able to take it?" Menek's tone was still as leaping away as usual. Although his condition was not very good now, his right half of his body was covered with blood, and his right arm had been removed by this invisible black shadow.

"You are the only old, weak, sick and disabled, or do you think that with one of your left hand, an old man who is too old to walk, and a secretary with no power to tie a chicken, can beat me?" The other party's voice was still arrogant, but it seemed that he was still provoked, with anger in his words.

"Bang!"

The response to him was a bullet.

"Old, weak, sick, disabled?" Viscount Charlotte's silver hair danced wildly in the wind and rain, like an angry lion, his old face was covered with rain. He slowly filled his flintlock with bullets. He held a sterling silver bullet in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, as if he was laughing, "Do you still remember how I sent your fellow tribe to hell one by one?"

He is a great Deutsche banker and the "blade wing" that slays the dragon.

Without giving the enemy a chance to respond, Menekt rushed forward, and the long sword dragged on the ground and splashed rain. This was a long sword of Atecan, which had the ability to kill the Dragon King.

The sword light flashed, but did not slash at the black shadow hidden in the darkness, but slashed three meters in front of him, where there was no one there.

Facing the "Blade Wing" bullets, the shadow in the dark did not dodge, it was obviously a bait.

A sharp sword light flashed, bringing a waking scarlet red. He hit it. It was a transparent figure, but now the blood color exposed him. The figure's eyes were golden yellow, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He retreated quickly, his movements were light.

But Menek was faster! The long sword in his hand seemed to have eyes, chasing the figure straight, and the blade cuts through the other party's shoulders, as if he wants to take off his right hand to take revenge.

Menek strides forward, chasing him relentlessly. Each step brings a strong wind and splashes countless water, but the figure is as light as fallen leaves, moving with the wind. No matter how fast Menek is, it is still a little short of it. The long sword hurts him, but it is still unable to give a fatal blow.

The Deadpools seemed to be excited and rushed towards Menek for fear of death, trying to tear him apart to protect their master.

Sharp blades slashed towards Menek, but Menek was still moving forward, as if dancing on the tip of a knife, with one hand and a long sword, as long as he could move, he would continue to move forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

That was the bullet support of "Blade Wing".

Word Spirit·Silent.

Even though he was a flintlock rifle that was about to fall behind, he could still shoot continuously. He accelerated his speed dozens of times, and no one could see clearly his actions of filling gunpowder and projectiles. He was like a lion, taking the opponent's life every time he attacked.

This also made Menek much more relaxed, at least he didn't have to worry so much about the harassment of these Deadpools. He kept chasing the enemy in front of him until the other party launched a counterattack.

The opponent no longer stepped back, and one hand pinched Menek's long sword like pliers. The incredible hardness could actually sharpen the sparks from the blade.

Menek saw it clearly. This was a sharp claw covered with blue-gray scales! He was trying to break his long knife.

He had no choice but to chase him, and he turned his hand and drew his sword. The powerful friction brought a spark, but the other party's claws were completely unscathed.

Menek retreated, and behind him was the chasing Deadpool. He turned around and slashed horizontally. The arc brought by the long sword formed a barrier beside him. The deadpool that rushed over was cut in half. Even if he retreated, he still wanted to reduce the number of enemies.

Menek smiled, and the surrounding Deadpool had been almost cleaned up by Viscount Charlotte and him.

But the other party still had no intention of retreating. The figure raised his head and Menek was stunned.

"woman?"

"Disappointed?" The other party covered his injured shoulders, his long dark hair hanged in the rain, and his fair face was amazingly beautiful, as sad and beautiful as a blood-stained white rose.

"No, in my eyes there are only two types of people, enemies and friends." Menek said.

"Among humans, are you very strong?" the woman sighed softly, "I didn't expect that a thousand years later, humans can actually challenge us head-on."
Chapter completed!