Only a moment.

Leonid frowned.

What has she experienced? And... isn't this girl cold?

"Get out of here, catch up with those people just now, defeat Talula's supporters, and finally find a place where we can live."

It's easy to say.

Where can infected people live well in this world?

"Then I wish you good luck."

It was like talking to a friend, and the girl's voice was still a little smile.

Lapland had come out of the tent and put on a new outfit. The girl's slender body was wrapped in a long black jacket, covering all the scars of the past. Her long hair was floating in the wind,

It seemed to be covered with thorns, as unique as the two knives she hung around her waist at the moment.

...

Leonid didn't know what to say.

There are really weird people who use protractors as weapons!

The key is that this girl is a lunatic again. This weird weapon appears in her hands and there is no sense of incongruity at all...

"Wish you good luck, too."

Leonid breathed a sigh of relief.

The conversation process was very harmonious, and the other party's tone was also very polite. Maybe I really read it wrong.

He nodded slightly and turned to leave. But just as he raised his left foot, the girl's laughter made him stop his movements.

At first, the breathless mental pressure came again. Then, a wolf howl came from behind him and instantly reached his ears. Leonid tightened his body and was about to condense the origin stone skills to resist.

The two ice sculptures beside him exploded violently.

A large amount of ice dust covered Leonid's face and also blocked his vision. A second later, the light came to the world again, and Leonid put down his arm and looked around.

The girl had disappeared, leaving only a lifeless integrated movement base. And the two heads on the ice sculptures disappeared along with her, and only the neat sections could prove their existence.

The man stared at the neat sections of the ice sculpture and reached out to wipe his face. Then he turned his head and walked away quickly, running towards the noisy core area in the distance.

The snow was still falling, but it was a little smaller than the beginning, and the wind was no longer so cold. The core city was covered with a layer of white veil, which somewhat covered the blazing of the source stone bush, but was filled with more hot blood.

The sound of swords and swords echoed over the huge ruins, as if time had flowed back to the city burned out by flames.

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What can be done in one second?

One breath, a heartbeat, and walking half a meter... Human life is composed of these countless tiny and real seconds. As the basic unit of time and daily use, it may be very trivial, but it cannot be ignored, and some even

At the time, you can even save thousands of lives in one second and make choices that can be recorded in history.

Of course, if you can save people, you can kill people.

The soldier fell to the ground, with his back against the wall, covered in blood. His body was sank into a pool of blood as if his bones were stripped away, as if the next second it would dissolve into a ball of rotten flesh and flow into the surrounding red. The smell of smell was drilled.

After entering his nose, he felt no discomfort - compared to the pain in his body at this moment, this unpleasant smell is really nothing.

Hanging in his throat in one breath, hooking the soldier's feet like a slender thread, becoming the last insurance before his death. In this last moment when he should have recalled the past and lamented his feelings, the soldier's mind

But there is only a thin scene, nothing else.

The blood-stained eyes stared at the front without any hesitation, his lips and head trembled slightly, and a sentence was repeated in his mouth, the sound was buzzing, as thin as a mosquito.

"Then...what is that?"

No one responded to the soldier. Only bodies and pools of blood were left beside him. Even the air was polluted and solidified. It sank into the blood and floated upwards. It climbed up the soldier's feet and slowly moved upwards.

Death came as promised, slowly eroding his body. The cold red is the hand of the god of death. Now it's time to take him where he should go.

Finally, when those hands covered the soldier's eyes, he also saw the images that had been repeating in his mind.

It was a face, a face with a mask. The eyes under the mask were flashing with scarlet light, like blood stained on her horns. In those eyes, the soldiers were furrowed with bloodshot eyes,

Apart from anger, you can only see your own dull shadow.

Immediately afterwards a yellow light flashed, and he fell to the ground, shrouded in confusion and death.

He remembered that his face was the enemy who had just appeared suddenly, and the evil ghost wrapped around his body was only exposed with his arms covered with crystalline origin stones.

One blinks, one breath...

As soon as the knife was unsheathed, the evil ghost was gone, and the soldiers saw only blood red.

Immediately afterwards, the body fell down and even the soul was cut open.

She killed everyone standing in a second, and they had fallen to the ground before they even reacted, leaving only the fleeting images in their minds.

The last breath was exhaled, and the soldier's heart stopped beating. The darkness wrapped around his brain, carried his soul, and brought the last life in the storage area into hell.

He finally closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!