"On September 21, 1900, we received the cargo number 19000666. The Dragon King was resurrected during the autopsy. This was a trap, a premeditated siege!" Marquis Gambert was sweating like rain, and the pen in his hand was frantically writing.
Recording everything on paper, the sound of clanging swords and flintlock guns came from outside the carriage. He knew that there was not much time left for him, but he had to record it all and leave the clues to future generations. This is what he is doing now
The only thing that can be done.
"At 01:23:45 in the morning, the battle is still going on. We are not prepared enough. The opponent has about 500 deadpools, including purebloods!..."
After recording, Gambert's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, but his eyes remained firm. The sound of fighting outside the carriage was getting closer and closer, and his task had been completed.
With a long sigh of relief, Marquis Gambert tore off the written text, folded it, pressed two square copper sheets together, sealed the four corners with screws, and stuffed it into the mezzanine of the carriage. What can be done
Everything has been done, and even if he faces death, he has nothing to fear.
Gambert wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, calmed down his racing heart, and opened the carriage door curtain.
"Hey! Secretary, just go back and write the manuscript! The battlefield is not the place you should stay." Viscount Charlotte was loading the flintlock gun while glaring at Marquis Gambert who was about to come out.
"This is probably the last time. Let me see with my own eyes the heroic appearance of Silver Wings." Marquis Gambert touched his non-existent hair with some embarrassment and smiled, "I am also a Crossed Iron Rose.
A member of the Communist Party of China must not die in the carriage in the end..."
"Want to die on the battlefield? It's too early now, my friend, we have to build a college together. You have to teach the first batch of students before you die." Viscount Charlotte curled his lips.
"No, friends, I'm just a burden here. If it weren't for protecting me who has no fighting ability, you should all be able to leave..." "Shut up, secretary, do you think we don't want to leave?" Viscount Charlotte interrupted.
As for Marquis Gambett, the enemy in front of them is no longer something they can leave if they want. Even if this guy is not a Dragon King, he is at least a first- or second-generation species.
"Humans, you are very self-aware, and this alone is worthy of praise." The shadow in the darkness said proudly.
"Do you really think you've defeated us?" Meineke's tone was still as jumpy as usual, even though his current condition is not very good. The right half of his body is covered with blood, and his right arm has been invisible due to this.
The dark shadow was removed.
"You only have the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, or do you think that with your left hand, an old man who can't walk, or a secretary who has no strength to restrain a chicken, you can beat me?" The other party's voice is still arrogant, but it seems that
He was still provoked, and his words were filled with anger.
"boom!"
He was answered with a bullet.
"Old, weak, sick or disabled?" Viscount Charlotte's silver hair danced wildly in the wind and rain, like an angry lion, and his old face was covered with rainwater. He slowly filled his flintlock gun with bullets.
, what he held in his mouth was a pure silver bullet, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, as if he were smiling, "Do you still remember how I shot your fellow humans into hell one by one?"
He is a great German banker and the "silver wing" who slays the dragon.
Without giving the enemy a chance to respond, Menek rushed forward with his sword, dragging the long sword on the ground and splashing rain. It was an Atkan long sword inherited from their family, and it had the ability to kill the Dragon King.
The sword flashed, but instead of slashing at the black figure hiding in the darkness, it slashed at the place three meters in front of him, where there was no one there.
The shadow in the darkness did not dodge in the face of the "Silver Wings" bullets, it was obviously a decoy.
The sharp sword light flashed past, bringing with it a startling scarlet color. He hit it. It was a transparent figure, but now the blood color exposed him. The figure's eyes were golden, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He
He stepped back very quickly, with light movements.
But Meineke was faster! The long knife in his hand seemed to have eyes, chasing the figure straightly, and the blade cut the opponent's shoulder, as if to take off his right hand to take revenge.
Menieke strode forward, chasing after him. Every step brought strong winds and splashed countless water splashes, but the figure was as light as a fallen leaf, moving with the wind. No matter how fast Menieke was,
It was still just a little bit close. The long knife hurt him, but it still couldn't deliver a fatal blow.
The deadpools seemed to be stimulated and rushed towards Menech desperately, trying to tear him into pieces to protect their master.
A sharp blade struck at Menieke, but Menieke was still moving forward, as if dancing on the tip of the knife. With one hand and a long knife, as long as he could still move, he would continue to move forward.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
That's the bullet support of the "Silver Wing".
Word spirit moment.
Even with a flintlock gun in his hand that was about to become outdated, he could still shoot continuously. He accelerated his speed dozens of times, and no one could see clearly his actions of pouring gunpowder and projectiles. He was like a lion, with every attack.
Take the opponent's life directly.
This also made Meineke feel a lot 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 opponent launched a counterattack.
The opponent no longer stepped back, and held Menieke's long knife with one hand like a pair of pliers. The incredible hardness could actually create sparks with the blade.
Menike saw it clearly. It was a sharp claw covered with blue-gray scales! It was trying to break his long knife.
He couldn't pursue anymore, so he changed his hand and drew the knife. The strong friction caused a spark, but the opponent's claws were actually unscathed.
Menek stepped back, with the pursuing Deadpool behind him. He turned around and slashed horizontally. The arc brought by the long knife formed a barrier on his side. The Deadpool who rushed towards him was cut in half, even though
Even if he retreats, he still has to reduce the number of enemies.
Meineke smiled, and almost all the dead waiters around him had been cleared away by Viscount Charlotte and him.
But the other party still had no intention of retreating. The figure raised his head, and Meineke was stunned.
"woman?"
"Disappointed?" The other party covered his injured shoulder, his long black hair hanging down in the rain, and his fair face was stunningly beautiful, as sad and beautiful as a blood-stained white rose.
"No, there are only two kinds of people in my eyes, enemies and friends." Meineke said.
"Among humans, you are considered very strong, right?" The woman sighed softly, "I didn't expect that after a thousand years, humans would actually be able to challenge us head-on."
"No, I am not the strongest. My companion is now dealing with your king! I believe him." Menike said lightly, "Our guns can already kill you, and our ships can travel around the world."
, we will also develop aircraft that can fly in the sky, and by then countless bombs will fall from the sky... This is no longer your era, accept the reality."