The Blood Saint is a man wearing a golden mask. No one knows his appearance or age. Even the Blood God, the second in command of the Blood Shadow Killer Group, has only met him a few times. In most cases, the two communicate through secret phone calls.
Having lost the Valley Fortress as an excellent training and command place, all the personnel who had been trained with great effort and time were all put to the sword. The Blood Saint wished he could strangle the Blood God to death with his own hands. How can you still be so embarrassed when things have developed to this point? alive.
But the man in the silver mask dared to threaten him, which made him feel like he was trying to avoid a rat.
If you really ignore him and let him fend for himself, if he is caught by the enemy, he may reveal everything he knows in order to survive.
The Blood Sacred Heart froze, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will send someone to pick you up now and arrange a route for you to leave Europe."
"Thank you Lord Blood God. I know you will not give up on me. I have made so many contributions to Blood Shadow over the years. Even if I have no credit, I still have hard work." The man in the silver mask said with a smile.
After hanging up the phone, the Blood Saint murmured to himself in a cold voice: "You still dare to claim credit for your hard work in front of me. Your only role now is to become a bait for me to lure out my enemies."
A few hours later, the man in the silver mask arrived at the agreed-upon location. The environment here was open and suitable for helicopters to take off and land.
To be on the safe side, he walked around the perimeter several times until he was sure that no one was following him, and then he walked over confidently.
Little did he know that Young Master Qin had been following him.
A small helicopter flew in from a distance, and the man in the silver mask quickly took out a small flashlight and flashed three long and one short signals into the air.
The helicopter began to circle and choose a landing point. During the landing, he was surprised to find that the person piloting the plane turned out to be the Blood Saint wearing a golden mask.
Lord Blood Saint came here in person, how is this possible?
Just when the Blood God was confused, the landing gear of the plane had landed steadily.
"Lord Blood Saint, why are you here?" The man in the silver mask hurriedly greeted him.
The Blood Saint snorted: "It's not because of you, an idiot. Our casualty assessment has come out. Except for you, the soulless soul, no one else survived. The most direct consequence of this failure is that within ten years the world will The name Blood Shadow will never appear again in the world. As for whether we can return to the world ten years later, I am afraid only God knows."
The man in the silver mask lowered his head and said: "I am directly responsible for causing such a big loss. Don't worry, when I get to a safe place, I will work hard to rebuild the destroyed training institution in a short time. Cultivate a new group of high-level killers."
The Blood Saint glanced at him and hummed: "I hope you remember what you said and get on the plane."
call……
Qin Feng flew out of the thorn. Since the first and second leaders of the Blood Shadow Killer Group were all present, how could he let such a good opportunity pass.
"There is an enemy." The man in the silver mask was startled, his legs went weak and he almost fell off the ground.
"Well done." The man in the golden mask shouted, tearing off his mask, revealing a ferocious square ugly face.
This person is not a Blood Saint at all. He has been pretending to be the Blood Saint's voice in order to lure Qin Feng.
As he pulled off the mask, his body began to grow in size, his eyes were a strange blue-purple color, and the muscles on his forehead were knotted, like poisonous snakes lying on his face.
"You are not the Blood Saint, you are... a high-level mutant orc..." the man in the silver mask said in a trembling tone.
"I see now that you are not too stupid." He said with a ferocious smile: "Your mission has been completed, and you can go to see the God of Death with peace of mind. Lord Blood Saint asked me to tell you something, people like you, Not worthy of living, only the dead can keep secrets."
The man in the silver mask ran away. As soon as he took two steps, his body suddenly shook. He staggered and fell to the ground. There was a flying knife stuck in the back of his back, and only the handle of the knife was exposed.
The reason why Qin Feng didn't take action was because he felt that the mutated orcs in front of him were very different from the previous ones.
After clearing away the silver-masked man, the bald mutated orc looked at Qin Feng intently: "Asian, if I guess correctly, you should be Chinese."
Qin Feng always felt that mutated orcs had strong limbs and simple minds, but the guy in front of him had an obviously much higher IQ.
"So what." Qin Feng called out his flying sword and pointed at the bald man from a distance.
"Not really, I just want to know who I killed, that's all." The bald man said in an arrogant tone.
"Really? Then you should also introduce yourself."
"I am the most advanced mutant orc, with ten times the strength of ordinary mutants." The bald man stretched out two huge palms and said while doing warm-up exercises: "I have no name, only a codename, forty-seven. ."
Holy shit, Killer Forty-Seven?
My parents are much more handsome than you, okay? I've watched that movie several times.
"The code is forty-seven, which means that the forty-six test subjects in front of you must have died in the laboratory, right? You will soon become the corpse forty-seven, and go to the God of Death to find your own forty-seven." Six companions." As Qin Feng spoke, he had already launched an attack.
The flying sword flew towards the bald man quickly, its sharp blade making the sound of piercing the air.
The bald man didn't even try to avoid it, he stretched out his hands and crossed them on his chest.
Ding dong…
The flying sword pierced his arm, making a sound of metal colliding, and a lot of sparks bursting out.
Come on, high-level mutated orcs are so strong. Their skin is as hard as metal. With the sharpness of the blue steel sword, ordinary steel is no different from ordinary tofu in front of it.
The bald man moved his two thick legs and rushed towards Qin Feng. He touched his back with his right hand and took out a double-headed alloy battle axe, which looked very heavy.
Fire Dragon Talisman.
He threw five or six fire dragons in succession, all of which rushed towards the bald man's head and face.
Although these flames did not cause any substantial damage to the bald man, they seriously affected his vision, and his forward speed also slowed down a lot.
When the time comes, let's use the Lightning Talisman.
Click.
The tree root-shaped lightning hit the bald man's bald head accurately, the silver snake-like arc of electricity swam back and forth on his body, and the green steel sword took the opportunity to chop on his neck.
when……
The bald man's neck was actually unscathed, as this is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body.
After a brief feeling of numbness, he had an indifferent expression on his face, patted his brighter forehead with his hand, and said with a smile: "Chinese people, do you only have so much ability? It really disappoints me. Since the warm-up exercise Once it’s done, the next step is to truly accept your fate.”
He suddenly threw a double-headed axe, and the sharp father and son whirled and flew towards Qin Feng.