Cataclysmic Transformation

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The **** melee began, and the Abyssinian rebels in ordinary armor did not know where to get out, rushing one by one to the heavily armed infantry regiment, waving their crude weapons and glaring **** eyes , A desperate posture.

At the beginning of the melee, the trend became fierce. In the face of fully armed professional soldiers, the Ebia rebels had to choose desperately. They knew that at this moment they could not back down, and they could never back down, because behind them, there was an elderly father. There are young wives and wailing children.

In the narrow aisle, flesh and blood flew across, and the blood of the residual limbs bleed to the ground. Unfortunately, the gap between the Ethiopian Resistance and the heavy infantry was obvious. The heavy infantry regiment wearing thick armor and the Holy Roman The ordinary soldiers of the empire are different. They are the elite of the elite. They are fully armed professional soldiers, and many are veterans who have fought hard.

Countless Abyssinian rebel soldiers screamed and rushed towards the enemy, wielding a rusty long sword leaving a shallow blood stain on the armor of the heavy infantry, and the next moment, they were cut into flesh by well-equipped enemies sauce.

There is no doubt that the Ethiopian Resistance Army suffered terrible deaths and injuries. At this time, the inclined aisle was completely occupied by the heavy infantry regiment, and the ground was covered with corpses, most of which were incomplete.

In less than a pot of tea, the heavy infantry regiment was like a destructive battle, destroying Manchester ’s only resistance force and destroying it at such a high speed that it did n’t even have time for defense.

The beautiful sunset shone with thousands of rays of light, and the entire Manchester was also stained with a layer of blood. Under the blood of the residual sun, it was a battlefield full of murderous opportunities. The cruelty of war was best interpreted at this moment.

Slow, who was wearing a military uniform, stood at the back, with a faint smile on his face, and when he saw the victory in front of him, he couldn't help but feel secretly complacent, "It seems that I still overestimate them, these guys, no Just a group of beggars, where is our regular army opponent! "

There was a salute in the confidant around him, and he smiled, "Adult wise!"

It was just a wave of tentative attacks that had achieved an overwhelming victory. This was not what Slow had thought of. At first, it seems that it is not difficult to deal with the chaotic party in Ebia.

What followed was a more brutal street battle. Innumerable heavy infantry soldiers poured into the houses of Manchester. After a while, the trembling women and children were dragged out of the house. Life fell in the pool of blood, and Ebia, who had little resistance, could only face one-sided slaughter.

The command post in Manchester was silent, and Laughron stood there staring blankly, watching all this, trembling, this was his first real command battle, but unfortunately, it was such an ending.

"It's over, Ebia is over!" The Jungar's face around him was ashamed, and there was a trace of despair in his eyes.

"No, it won't be like this!" Catherine shook her head, tears streaming down, and she couldn't accept the facts in front of her.

"What should I do? Brother Lawrence, what should I do? Do you think of a way!" Catherine spoke with a crying voice, watching the villagers fall down one by one, her spirits were close to collapse.

At this time, Laughlin raised his head, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his expression was blank. At this moment, he finally felt the gap between himself and Juliana.

Juliana, with the dead and wounded part, has been working with the Holy Roman Empire for more than ten years.

At this time, everyone thought about it, if the lady was there ...

When Ron rushed from the command post to the battlefield, the enemy had already entered the city. It was no wonder that Manchester's resistance was not brave enough, but the gap between the two sides was too great.

At this time, Ron's eyes fell on a corpse beside him. The corpse had no head. From the body, it should be a young woman. Beside her, there was a mass of **** corpses. In terms of shape, it was vaguely visible as a baby.

His fists gradually tightened, and his always kind face became gritty. Ron raised his head slowly, a deep murderous flash flashed in his eyes, the murderous intent in his chest surged, and the air around him instantly froze into a freezing point.

The huge soul wave awakened Khomelin, who frowned, "Ron, your soul wave is very fierce, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to kill someone!" Ron shouted from the heart.

Homelin also captured the sight of Manchester through Ron's eyes. He sighed and stopped talking.

"Vivienne, follow me closely and don't leave in one step!" Ron gritted his teeth tightly, bursting a word from the cracks in his teeth, and then strode forward.

The screams and screams were endless. The whole of Manchester seemed to have fallen into hell, the flames were rising, the blood was flowing all over the ground, and the heavy infantry vanguards that had entered the city were like wild beasts who had lost their minds and carried out the most brutal killings.

"Mom, mom, save me ..."

A child in his tens was dragged out by a heavily armed soldier. He struggled desperately. His young body was no match for that great power.

"Please, please, let go of my baby!" A young woman rushed out of the room. She knelt and knelt down on the ground, begging in her mouth.

The heavily armed man ignored the young woman's pleading and grinned up the long sword in his hand.

A trace of despair flashed in the young woman's eyes, and in grief and indignation, she made an unexpected move.

"Boo--" The young woman's front was ripped open to reveal a large white snow on her chest. Her body fluttered violently. "Please, let my son go, let me do whatever you want, please Please……"

The white flesh and flesh on the chest shook the soldier's eyes. In a moment, a strong ** appeared in his **** eyes. He dropped his weapon and rushed at the young woman.

The young woman closed her eyes in despair.

At this moment, the wind rang in the ear, and a bone spear appeared out of nowhere with a strong rotating force.

The soldier couldn't dodge. The long bone spear penetrated from the right brain and pierced from the left brain. The powerful impact force even lifted his body weighing a hundred pounds and nailed it heavily on the wall.

Who? Who is it?

The soldier's brain was blank, but he also knew that he was dying. At the moment of death, he turned his head hard and looked around, only to see a thin figure, dark blue eyes, hanging on his face A grin like a devil.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The young woman escaped from death, thanking her incessantly. When she picked up the child who was scared, she would kneel to the person who came.

"Take the child back to the house and hide it!"

It was Ron who was speaking. At this moment, his face was exposed with blue muscles, his murderousness was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a sign of running away.

Behind him, there were corpses all over the place, all of which were wearing heavy armor. They were soldiers of the 19th Legion of the Holy Roman Empire. Each corpse was killed mercilessly.

"Ron!" Vivian shuddered. She was seeing Ron for the first time. She was worried.

At this time, Ron was in a madness. He was like a natural super killer, killing desperately, and then killing again. Undead magic became a horrible killing tool in his hands. In just over ten minutes, he had killed With more than a hundred people, the heavy infantry of the whole alley was swept away by him.

Vivienne had never seen such an efficient killing technique, and Ron had not yet begun to summon a skeleton fight.

At this time, the heavy infantry of the fifty-nine legions also found Ron. I saw that he had a **** spear in his hand, and with a strong killing intention in his eyes, he came over step by step, behind him, A long trail of blood was dragged out.

"It's him, he killed many of our brothers!" A soldier shouted.

"kill him!"

"kill……"

The soldiers of the nineteenth legion had already killed their red eyes. When the killing had become the instinct of the battlefield, their brains were no longer enough. They did not see the mass of heavy infantry corpses piled behind Ron.

The soldiers had strong fighting spirits. They waved their swords in their hands and screamed at Ron.

A smirk floated on Ron's face, his murderous eyes suddenly opened, and suddenly, his eyes were brilliant.

The soldier who rushed to the front felt that his brain was hit by something **** @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html, and his mind suddenly became blank.

what happened? What's wrong with me? The soldier stayed there for a short period of time. In this chaotic battlefield, any moment of absence is fatal.

In just a moment, the soldier's eyes regained clarity, and at this time, a bone spear had stabbed.

"Porch--"

The sharp bone spear pierced his mask unimpeded and penetrated his throat straight, and the soldier's eyes widened and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.

The soldier did not know how to die until he died. He died unclearly.

This is Ron's spiritual attack-"soul pain". As a researcher of soul power, soul attack is a compulsory homework. It is precisely because of this trick that he let those soldiers die. Targets that are standing still are easier to kill.

There was a roar, just as Ron breathed a sigh of relief. A warrior with a giant axe appeared next to him. He brandished the axe and slashed at Ron fiercely.

With a cold smile, Ron's face gradually faded, and the giant axe swept past, only scratching a layer of black smoke.

At the next moment, the soldier only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a bone spear pierced his heart sometime from the back.

"you--"

The soldier ’s eyes were full of horror. He died just like the soldier just now. He died unclearly. He did n’t know when the thin boy appeared behind him. His body fell, and the heavy armor hit the ground, making a crisp sound.

The rest of the soldiers had already been scared. Rao was the one who had been through a hundred battles, but where had he seen such a strange killing technique, for a time, everyone was stunned.

His eyes gradually changed, sweeping over the soldiers one by one. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he found a familiar figure.

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