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Escape here and start the self-destruction program, let everyone be buried with your brother, and let everyone who has hurt your brother apologize to him, including yourself.As a sister, she cannot save her brother, and the only thing she can do is to avenge him.

That potion can give you superhuman strength and incredible resilience in a short period of time, but the price is obvious. After all, the virus is still a virus. Even if you spend a lot of effort to deal with it, it cannot change its destructiveness. Only 5 Minutes, 5 minutes later, she will be devoured by the virus and become a zombie for 1 minute.Maybe it's a more powerful zombie, but that's all.

Her fingers were flying rapidly on the control panel. She didn't have enough permissions to use self-destruction. Within 5 minutes, she had to activate it manually.After performing a series of complex operations, the percentage display appeared on the panel, rising at a neither fast nor slow speed. It would reach 3% in about 5 minutes. This made her sigh in relief. At that time, it was still [-] Within minutes, as long as she presses the confirmation button, the base will self-destruct.Then the brother's revenge can be avenged, and all those who bully the brother will die!

"Why...."

Ezreal, who was lying on the side, had no strength to stand up again. Although he was not dead yet, his physical condition was very bad. It was not a strange thing to die anytime, but even so, he still wanted to know the reason. .Do you understand that this is called death?

"I'm not interested in explaining, but if you have to have an explanation to let you die with peace of mind, how about the explanation that you were too naive?"

Tricier glanced sideways at Ezreal. After hearing the answer, Ezreal's eager eyes gradually turned cold, and the expression on his face disappeared. No one knew what he was thinking at this time.

"Well, everything turned out to be because I was too naive."

Cui Xier did not continue to answer, her eyes were fixed on the percentage display.

30%....40%....45%

"Valkyrie V started successfully"

"System check completed"

"Everything is normal in the organism. The loss rate of the magic conductor is 85%. It is recommended to replace it with a new one."

"Warning! New virus carriers are found, please give instructions whether to eliminate them"

"Unable to obtain instructions, it will be eliminated by default."

An emotionless voice sounded from the corner. It was a girl's voice. The voice was pleasant but emotionless.In the corner, Tangerine's body fell to the ground, looking exhausted. The already dying Martial God didn't know when she started to stand up. The huge wound on her chest had disappeared. She took out a cylindrical weapon from her back. Something, that thing quickly unfolded in her hand and turned into a sickle-like thing.

She held the weapon, straightened up, and looked at Cui Xier with dull eyes. Her eyes were just like her voice, beautiful but lifeless, as if she were just a delicate porcelain doll.

There was no warning or conversation, but after muttering a lot to herself, her figure disappeared from the place. When the God of War disappeared, Cui Xier's body hurriedly rolled to the side. The missing figure of the God of War appeared again, along with the huge scythe.

Ezreal looked at everything in front of him in surprise, and the horrifying scene made him forget about his struggle for a moment.He didn't see clearly what happened, but he vaguely saw a black light coming from Tracill's back, and then quickly disappeared. Then, he saw Tracill holding his chest, his face distorted, Her steps were a little unsteady, her legs softened and she was half-kneeling in front of the God of War. The next moment, a column of blood spurted out from her back and spread around.Like a light rain falling, only this rain.

It's warm.Still red.

The Martial God holding a scythe was bathed in the blood rain falling from the sky, and there was a cold light in her unglamorous eyes. Regarding the matter of a life ending in her own hands, she seemed to have neither sadness, terror, surprise, nor any other negative emotions. Positive emotions like joy, excitement, and cheer.To those eyes, this seems to be a normal thing like eating and sleeping. They are indifferent and indifferent to a terrifying point...

The white eyes were flashing, and the God of War took a step forward.The scythe in his hand rested on Tracill's shoulder.

"The virus-infected host has been subdued, please issue processing instructions,"

"Haha... He is indeed a god of war who has spent so much effort to create, and his combat power is really powerful. So Ezreal, what are you going to do? Kill me or let me go?"

Tracill smiled. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and tried to stand up. However, whenever her body was raised a certain distance, the God of War's scythe would forcefully push it down, but she didn't seem to feel it. The pain was general, and she let the sickle cut into her body, trying to stand up again little by little.

"I...ahem...I don't know. I just want to live and leave here with the oranges. I have never thought about hurting anyone, and I have never thought about killing anyone. But why are there always All these troubles prevent us from leaving. Obviously, I just want to leave with the oranges. Is this excessive? I don’t know."

"Yes, you want to leave this hellish place. But, who doesn't want to leave here? I also want to leave and be with my brother. I am willing to be anywhere. As long as my brother recovers, I will completely cut off from this hellish place. All contact is impossible at this time. My brother is no longer there. The only thing I can do for my brother is to avenge him. No one can stop him!"

The God of War's scythe was deeply embedded in Ezreal's body, but it was still unable to suppress her. With amazing perseverance, Tracill stood up.The Martial God seemed to have discovered something, and immediately stepped back, trying to distance himself from Tracill.

But when the Martial God was about to escape, Tricier held on to the scythe tightly. The sharp blade cut Tricier's skin, and blood poured out from her palm, but she was smiling from the corner of her mouth.

Tricil's arm was strong, and the scythe and the Martial God himself were pulled by Tricill. The moment the two approached, five fingers were pointed at the Martial God's neck. It seemed that as long as he pinched it gently, this extremely powerful combatant The God of War will die as a result.

However, the face of the Martial God who was strangled was still expressionless. Even in such a dangerous situation, she did not show a trace of panic.The hand holding the scythe never let go no matter what situation she faced. She raised the scythe in her hand high and waved it towards Tracill.

"cough--"

The scythe cut open Tracill's arm, scratched her skin, cut his muscles, and exposed the bones inside. This knife made her feel indescribable pain.Tricill endured the severe pain, grabbed the Martial God and threw it away like garbage.

bump!

The Martial God's petite body was thrown directly into the ground of the control room. The broken marble floor fragments shot up from her side. The huge friction and impact force even caused some sparks to appear in the air!

But compared to the condition of the God of War, Tracill's condition is worse. The sickle just cut her left shoulder. Although with the help of the strong recovery power of the virus, it is believed that these wounds will not take long to heal, but at least In a short period of time, her left hand was effectively useless and she lost her ability to fight.This man who was already filled with hatred and anger gritted his teeth and stared at the percentage on the monitor that was getting closer and closer to one hundred.The murderous intent in his eyes is even more intense!

"Ha... Huh..."

Tracill gasped and waved her left arm. Suddenly a large amount of black liquid splashed out from the wound on her shoulder. The same liquid also appeared on her injured back. These liquids wrapped Tracill and formed a A giant black egg.

As the smoke and dust fell to the ground, a white snow lotus bloomed in the broken stone pit on the floor. The God of War had stood up, and light, almost transparent blood spread around her, like a white water lily that was gradually blooming.Her clothes were in tatters and there was blood from the corner of her mouth.Although she was so seriously injured, she still showed no expression, as if she couldn't feel the pain.After a moment, she raised her dull white eyes, covered the sickle with both hands and raised it high.Countless bullet holes immediately appeared on her arms and back, and countless bullets were immediately fired at the seemingly defenseless Tricill, vowing to blow him into pieces!

"No!" Ezreal shouted. He stood up with all his strength and looked at everything in front of him desperately.He wants to leave here with Orange. Tracill is their last hope. Only he knows the right path. If Tracill dies at this time, who can take him out of here.He doesn't want to die yet. Although he longs for freedom and adventure, he also cherishes life and doesn't want to die like this!There are still more places he has not visited and more adventures he has not experienced. Wouldn't it be a pity if he died like this?

As Ezreal watched, dozens of bullets exploded on the giant egg's body.

Boom!

The sound of explosions gradually stopped.

Ezreal knelt on the ground, despairing. At this time, the only way out was gone. It was impossible to leave this damn place. The rest would either be killed or eaten by various strange monsters, or trapped. Die in this room from starvation or thirst.No matter that, only the feeling of despair never changed.

The smoke...dissipated.

What appeared in front of Ezreal was not the minced meat of Tracil as he had imagined.The mucus composed of black liquid successfully blocked most of the attacks. Only a few penetrated into Tracill's body and caused some damage to her. However, this damage was limited. The super recovery power given by the virus soon disappeared. The wound will heal, and the new muscles will squeeze out the shrapnel embedded in the flesh.

"this is........."

Black wings appeared in front of Ezreal at this time. The injured left arm had completely healed, but the human hand part had disappeared, replaced by sharp claws that had always resembled those of a bird.The wings composed of black liquid waved gently, and part of the liquid separated from the wings, turned into a sharp awl, and flew towards the God of War.Bullet holes appeared again on the back of the Martial God, and countless magic bullets were shot out of it.The black cone and the bullet collided in mid-air and made a violent sound.

"If a Level [-] infected person is found, please ask the nearby staff to evacuate quickly. I repeat, if a Level [-] infected person is found, please ask the nearby staff to evacuate quickly."