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Volume 1 Long Song of the Desert, Three Thousand Years Chapter 70 Breaking the Army

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    "What should we do?" Facing the undead army that surrounded Berlin's Great Library, Ephraim pushed up his glasses tremblingly and asked calmly.  "Get ready to fight." Kicking open the remaining half of the door, Su Qin walked out of the library without looking back and stood alone outside the main door.  Looking at the undead army coming like a tide, he drew out the black blood demon sword with a solemn expression.  When the rules he set were broken again and again, he no longer resisted the power of the magic sword as he did in the past.  What happened in the concentration camp made Su Qin clearly realize how painful it is to have no power.  It made people feel more sad and angry than being controlled by power. The familiar feeling of powerlessness evoked memories deep in his heart.  "The smell of war is so familiar that it makes people sick." His palm slowly brushed against the cold body of the magic sword, and the extremely sharp blade silently made a long and narrow gash in the palm of his hand.  Thick black blood kept pouring out of the wound. The blood, which was as dark as night, instantly solidified into indestructible armor. The sharp gauntlets and sword blades composed of prismatic scales created a long string of sparks.  "However, you still can't get rid of this fate that follows you war." The whisper of the magic sword Henig sounded in his ears with a chuckle.  Accompanied by the faint scent of poppy flowers, the witch in black attire hugged her master from behind, and the skirt corners fluttering in the wind like pitch-black fire.  Then, the dressed-up Henig turned into a large ball of black blood, which slowly solidified on Su Qin's body into a full-covered knight's armor with a ferocious appearance.  "Perhaps, as you said, I can't escape the shadow of the war no matter where I am. But at this moment, for the first time, I feel that I can end this war that has lost its meaning." A sword smashed the main entrance of the Berlin Library  , the collapsed debris blocked the enemy's only entrance into the library, and also blocked Su Qin's only retreat.  With both hands gripping the hilt of the sword wrapped in bright red demon skin, his eyes emitting psychic light scanned the endless undead army through the slender V-shaped slit on the helmet.  The sight of these undead people covered in ulcers and blood dripping with blood did not make Su Qin feel much fear or nausea.  After all, they are just a bunch of poor people who can't escape the war.  Realizing this, Su Qin only had a little pity in his heart.  "Rest in peace, this is the only thing I can do." Holding the magic sword in his hand, his whole body suddenly became as calm as a rock.  "Henig, soul resonance." With Su Qin's low voice, dazzling red light continued to spurt out from the gaps in the armor, and soul fluctuations were transmitted back and forth between the magic sword and her master.  Under the influence of the rising fluctuations, the singing Henig volleyed down with the black flames.  The huge crescent-shaped sword energy attached to the black flame roared out, opening up a fan-shaped open space directly from the undead army.  In this area, there is no blood or bones, only ashes falling slowly like snowflakes.  Although this blow directly played a role in clearing the area, for the undead who did not know what fear was, they would not retreat and collapse because of this.  The Air Marshal, who had been shot through by Laetia with a magic bullet before, got up from the ground again. Now that he had become an immortal, he no longer had to worry about bullets hurting him.  And the strange rune carved on its forehead gave this monster unprecedented abilities.  This undead man wearing a new air force uniform and holding a marshal's scepter did not attack as violently as other undead men.  He raised the scepter and let out a series of indistinct whispers, and a rune quickly lit up on the scepter.  The rune looked exactly like the one carved on his forehead.  A bright red light shrouded the heads of more than twenty nearby undead people, and then raging flames suddenly rose from their bodies.  Stimulated by the blazing flames, these forcibly twisted undead screamed and rushed forward.  Feeling the violent fluctuations of energy in their bodies, Su Qin instinctively swung his sword and released a slash.  The undead people who were cut off at the waist twisted a few times and then exploded as if their stomachs were filled with gunpowder.  "What the hell, what is that?" Seeing this scene, Ephraim, who was hiding upstairs and firing cold shots, almost stopped holding the revolver in his hand.  Seeing that strange undead man once again summoned a team of flaming undead men, he couldn't help but let out a series of little girl-like screams.  "Surprisingly familiar." Letia pursed her lips and said almost inaudibly.  Immediately, she pulled the bolt of the gun and quickly fired the magic bullet.  The magic bullet burning with cyan phosphorus fire left a winding trajectory in the air and penetrated the heads of more than a dozen undead people at the same time.  "It seems that guy has gained something new." Sami Ye, who appeared at some unknown time, said with half surprise and half surprise.  "If you can't help, at least please stay quiet." Letia anxiously moved the muzzle of her gun to kill the flaming undead one by one.  If you let them rely onThe candlelight illuminated the old man's elegant face. If Su Qin saw this face, he would definitely pull out the magic sword and kill him, because he was the doctor who left the message in the secret underground base.  "What kind of monster is that" "This is impossible? There must be something wrong." Perhaps Su Qin's performance was too shocking, and the few surviving members of the Northern Association seemed uneasy.  Just as this group of weird-looking guys were arguing, a voice suddenly sounded from the shadows in the corner.  "Is this impossible? We are not facing those mortals. The people who are about to stand in front of you are Siegfried, Hercules, Samson and David. Gentlemen, you are now standing opposite us.  But - a heroic existence. "The speaker slowly pushed the wheelchair out of the shadows. This was another familiar person. Major Montana Marks, whose lower body was replaced by a mechanical structure, looked at the others with a smile.  The major, who had just completed another operation, looked very pale, and his hand was still dripping.  But the sarcastic expression still angered other participants. A muscular man with hair on his temples suddenly stood up and asked the major loudly: "Do you mean we should surrender obediently?" Faced with his question  , the major waved his hand and expressed his judgment with a smile.  "Of course not. If we want to kill a hero, then we can only" At this point, he paused for a moment.  ¡°Use everything.¡±
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