At the beginning, I summoned Li Jing, who is very cold, and I will fight against Hawkeye!

The holy land of Marijoa was once a residential area that the nobles were proud of.

Here, magnificent buildings stand side by side, each of which demonstrates the luxury and majesty of the nobility.

The exquisite sculptures and gorgeous decorations all tell of the glory of the past.

The sunlight shines on this area, as if covering it with a golden veil, making it sacred and inviolable.

However, at this moment, this area, which was originally luxurious and full of various buildings, is now in ruins.

The once glorious palace is now in ruins, its exquisite sculptures are broken, and its gorgeous decorations have become dull.

The smoke filled the air like a layer of gray mist, which was so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.

"Backup...we need..." A CP agent fell to the ground in despair, holding the pager tightly in his hand.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness and fear, as if he was trying to find a glimmer of hope in the last moment of his life.

But before he could finish his words, his entire face quickly turned purple-blue as if cursed by the devil.

His body twitched a few times, and then he lost his life forever. The hand that was tightly holding the pager loosened its grip powerlessly.

The pager rolled to the side, as if telling of his unfinished mission.

Teemo lay quietly on the top of a building with a wide view, overlooking the entire chaotic battlefield.

His eyes were stern, and he skillfully replaced the poison mark on the sniper rifle with his hands. The breeze gently brushed across his face.

"Wouldn't it be better to let the captain use the Shadow Legion to clean up this situation?" Timo's voice was low and a little doubtful.

His fingers gently stroked the trigger of the sniper rifle, as if he was thinking about something.

"That's so meaningful!" Gray Wolf's evil voice rang out in the air.

He floated aside with a weird smile on his face and a crazy light flashing in his eyes, as if he was enjoying this feast of killing.

Gray Wolf is wearing a black robe that flutters slightly in the wind, like a messenger from hell.

Then, Gray Wolf exerted a little force with his left hand, and the neck of a CP agent he was holding was instantly twisted off.

The crisp sound echoed in the air, making people shudder.

The CP agent's body drooped limply, like a doll that was about to be discarded.

Gray Wolf looked at the corpse in his hands, there was no trace of pity in his eyes, only endless indifference.

"It's obviously you who want to kill people." Timo rolled his eyes at Gray Wolf, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Isn't it good? The captain said that as long as we stay here, someone will come to us, and it will be convenient for me to have some fun!" While speaking, Gray Wolf threw the corpse in his hand away.

The corpse drew an arc in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

The moment it hit the ground, it exploded, and the powerful impact made everything around it tremble.

Moreover, the dark source hidden in it directly turned into sharp thorn pillars, extending in all directions.

Those thorny pillars were like demonic tentacles, ruthlessly piercing through the bodies of a group of CP agents and Holy Land Guards.

Blood splattered in the air, screams rang out one after another, and the entire battlefield was like hell on earth.

"Haha, this king hit a home run!"

"That doesn't count!" Timo complained as he watched this scene and casually moved his eyes to the sniper scope.

Timo and Gray Wolf were having fun, while on the other side, Teren, with the help of the Shadow Legion Ninjas, found a nice chair and sat quietly on it.

Albedo and Thor are still on his side, but Sadako is here too.

Because of Tuanzi's accident, she is in a very bad mood...

"Sadako, those troops." Tren looked at Sadako who was full of resentment and was about to ask

As a result, Sadako replied coldly, "Not a single one was left behind. I cursed them all to death."

Although Sadako's ability is not often used, her curse-killing skill can be a devastating blow if thrown into any army.

"Kill them all? That's the entire World Government army!" Morgans' voice came.

I saw him hiding not far away with a small notebook in one hand and a pen in the other.

Besides, he just wanted to get the news for the first time, but he didn't expect to be caught by Gray Wolf halfway through the tracking, and now he has become a war correspondent for the Trun Adventure Group.

"Do you want to experience it?" Sadako turned her head slightly, her long hair falling on her face, but she could make Morgans feel a chill running from the soles of his feet to his head.

"No...no need! Hehe." Morgans scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

“Please make sure to record Lord Tren’s heroic deeds completely!” At this time, Albedo turned around and smiled.

"Of course!" Morgans did not even hesitate and replied immediately.

"Is Morgans from the World Economic News Agency here too?" At this time, Pullman Woqiulisheng, who came first, frowned at Tren who was sitting on a chair not far away.

"Are you here?" Tren sat on the chair, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the man in a fine suit and tall posture not far away - Pullman Woqiulisheng.

He stood up slowly, his right hand naturally resting on the hilt of the knife named [Gambling Delusion] at his waist, and an invisible pressure instantly spread out.

"But, there should be more than just you, right?" Teren raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, but his eyes were as cold as the stars.

"Of course." Pullman Woqiulisheng responded expressionlessly, and at the same time fiddled with his cuffs nonchalantly, as if everything was under control.

At this moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the air on both sides of Pullman Woqiulisheng, and then four figures emerged quietly like ghosts.

They are Saint Garcia Asatan, Saint Paud ten Peter, Saint Figalando Greengu and Saint Zambaron V Nasshoulang!

"You are so arrogant! You are the first person in history who dares to provoke us like this." Garci Asatan Saint snorted coldly, and a barely perceptible murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"So what? Maybe I can create more 'firsts' today." Tren was not moved at all. Instead, he smiled slightly, appearing extremely confident.

At this time, the little Puni, who had been lying quietly on Tren's shoulder, still had no change in expression. It just silently merged into one with Tren, and the two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.

At the same time, Gray Wolf and the Holy Lord also stood side by side with Tren.

Gray Wolf rubbed his hands and said eagerly: "My Lord, this is the first time I fight alongside you. If we encounter danger later,

Don't expect me to rescue you!"

Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord glanced at Gray Wolf with disdain and replied coldly: "Don't worry, there will never be a moment when I need you to save me!"

After saying this, the Holy Lord turned his gaze to the five people opposite him.