binary dead train

Chapter 594
The pupils under the shadow of the hair shrank instantly, and Quinn's clenched fist unconsciously pierced her fingertips deeply into her palm.

"I respect, their, masters. Each, possesses, excellent, sword skills. But mine, skills, are stronger."

"The bargaining chip for a duel is life. And these are..."

"flaw--!!!"

Bang!
The crisp bone cracking sound echoed in the air, and Quinn's body flew upside down again and fell to the ground. The bones of one arm and shoulder were completely shattered, and twisted on the ground like rubber.

"It's a trophy."

At that time, the snow sore knight's voice came slowly, and he gently lowered Quinn's left paw, which was holding Quinn's stabbing sword, and it threw it out, piercing into Quinn's eyes with a huge force. The blood-colored ice surface exploded the ice slag and huge cracks that were close at hand.

"Since you belong to the Haixin family."

"Fight with me, no matter the result, your head and sword belong to me."

"Behind you, those hunters' lives belong to them."

"otherwise……"

Blazing blue eyes lit up from the depths of the helmet:

"I'll eat all of you."

After the words fell, there was no sound in the overflowing cold air, until a hunter raised his weapon in two battles:

"You...fucking bastard freak who should go to hell and suffer a thousand knives..."

The ice under his feet shattered suddenly, and while Quinn was entangled with the sore snow knight just now, other people also managed to get out of trouble one after another, and helped Quinn who was lying on the ground.

"...Even if we all die here, you don't want to touch a finger from the Haixin family..."

"Do not……"

Quinn grabbed the arm of the hunter beside him, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, stood still unsteadily, and grabbed the rapier in front of him:
"...to rescue Arzak."

"What the hell are you kidding?! This damn thing..."

"Go save Arzak!"

The faces of the hunters contorted.

"Then find Accrasia, follow the president to win the war, go."

She took a step forward, and the rapier in her hand split and turned into three whip blades that expanded and exploded:
"I'm going to kill it and grind him to slag, right here."

In the silent atmosphere, the sore snow knight raised the ice blood sword, the sword body was full of cracks, exploded, and turned into a huge heavy stabbing sword standing in front of him:
"I am very honored……"

It has not moved from the beginning of the battle until now, and it took a step: "But..."

The rapier sword displayed a weird etiquette, and hung down again: "Quinn, Sorge, Helsing, today I will not kill you."

A group of hunters with nervous expressions were taken aback for a moment.

……

……

"Mr. Gray Fox, are you really not worried about those poor hunters? Why do you..."

"Are you starting to feel that I, who regard the lives of my companions as obstacles to my actions, are too ruthless?"

The werewolves acted in the channel to complete the task assigned by Turing.Benoy Gilbert seemed to have been hit by the words, and fell silent for a while.

"I'm really not a person of affection and righteousness. Many people's contribution to me is far less than the huge benefits I have generated for them. Except for a few existences where I can give emotional thinking. Of course, saying this does not mean that I ignore The existence of those lives is excluded, but a very simple judgment—"

Turing shook his head: "They just won't die."

"Maybe one or two more staff will be cut off, but it's absolutely impossible to cut off their heads one by one, especially their team leader will definitely survive."

"As for how to let them go... If it was Sally Fraser or the Duke of Cholera, they should have created some small accidents to allow them to escape death."

"As for that knight... Based on the first impression he gave me, he might say something... I don't kill the weak, and the weak don't deserve to die in my hands."

Beno was stunned, obviously not understanding.

"In short...explode here first."

……

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"Descendants of the Haixin family. I am shocked by your weakness. Such a weak person is not worthy to die by my sword."

This guy... what are you kidding?
A group of demon hunters looked at each other in disbelief.

"Next time, when I see you, I hope..."

boom! ! ! !

The turbulent air wave blew away the ice fog in the room, and almost everyone subconsciously raised their arms to block the atmosphere, watching a big fire burning at the end of the passage.

"how……"

Snapped!
The ice-blood stabbing sword in the snow knight's hand was crushed severely by him: "Half an hourglass, pass."

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boom! ! ! !

Deep underground, a werewolf put down the bazooka in his hand, with a long wolf kiss and a smug smile:
"Got it. How's my aim?"

"Being able to hit less crooked within ten meters is considered an improvement."

Turing raised his leg and stepped into the hole in the wall.

None of these werewolves have undergone modern weapon training. These short-lived weapons based on Banga rough weapons are difficult to control. In their hands, they have become pure barrage machines. The law of smoke without injury full.

Turing was still a little surprised when he learned that these guys met the inner ghost priest halfway, and he was a little afraid that they would kill him and not extract information. He didn't expect Cornell to tell him that he ran away.

If more sophisticated weapons can be manufactured, they may be able to adopt tactics such as close-in shooting. As for now...

"Arrive at the target location, let Cornell do it, and then you evacuate."

"Understood, hehe...Aren't you going?"

"I'll come later."

"Then let's go first... Hehe."

The sound of the sharp claws scraping against the wall gradually faded away, and a few seconds later, the sound of huge explosions continued to be heard from the entire prison. The fire melted a large area of ​​the sore snow knight's frozen area, and spread to the entire underground at an extremely fast speed.

"With an internal response at the level of the Harvest Priest, bloodthirsty people can easily get internal news from the hunter."

"But Father Harvest is just a hunter after all, he doesn't belong to the guild. So there must be someone in the branch who should provide them with information."

"So after learning about the plans of the hunters, the bloodthirsty people also have a plan."

"Following the accident that happened in the Church of Big Ben, they let the hunter know about tonight's inquiry meeting, which allowed the hunter to determine the time of action."

"Afterwards, most of the jailers in the Blood Pool Dungeon were removed, and only three powerful bloodthirsty men were arranged to hide in the prison. The purpose of this part is to get the 'son of Cain', which is me."

"Then if my factor is removed, perhaps the actions of the hunters tonight are nothing more than a near-miss, play-by-play rescue operation. And the existence of three high-level bloodthirsty men can also guarantee the actions of the hunters." Looks very dangerous'."

"That way they'll be able to do a miraculous battle in the Bloodthirsty's stronghold and save their own people with 'tremendous hardships'. But they're missing one thing."

"The blood pool dungeon with weak guards and low hardware costs, if a fully armed modern army breaks into it..."

"The result will be like this, the prisoners from the first floor to the fourth floor are released, fire, chaos... and the sore snow knight chasing me made a wrong decision, plus a little luck, An 'acquaintance', I was able to reach you without any trouble."

"Of all the logical boxes, this is the most likely outcome, and the one I personally think is the most likely... Do you think I'm right, Mr. Arzak?"

A pair of blood-colored pupils suddenly opened:

"Son of Cain..."

The blood-condensed bat wings shattered the false shackles behind him, and the bloodthirsty screamed and rushed towards Turing, but the next moment he was strangled by the silver claws——

"It's a pity, what can you do to me if you're not even a Baron?"

"Traitor to the Witcher."

(End of this chapter)