Chapter 1576: I just sigh that my wish will fly like blood
“Hehe.”
Looking at Randall rushing towards him, Galmo Zejie sneered twice and narrowed his eyes slightly, and then there was evil on his body. The light exploded, and accompanied by the sound of chanting in the air, a black orb appeared in one hand, and the other hand held a golden snake-shaped sword.
Randall pushed the gray marrow to the limit, soared all the way, and pointed the snow lotus blade directly at the opponent's head.
Ha——
With a roar, Garmo Zejie's figure skyrocketed, and then the black orb in his hand turned into a barrier to cover his body, and at the same time, the snake sword in his hand also stabbed out.
He chose to challenge head-on because he wanted to know the limits of the Eleventh Legion’s secret weapon.
However, he underestimated the other party.
With the sound of broken glass, the Snow Lotus Blade easily broke through the layers of black barriers, and plunged straight into Garmo Zejie's armor as he watched in surprise.
“Well——”
The two weapons pierced into each other's bodies almost at the same time. Randall moved his steps. As long as he exerted force, he was confident of piercing the other side.
At this time, the blood in Galmo Zejie's body seemed to be boiling. The fatal influence of the gray marrow frightened him. He realized that he was careless and might ruin his life.
But he had no way out, so he could only stab the snake sword into the opponent's body with all his strength.
At that moment, Randall's time fell into silence, and all sounds went away. His joints were as stiff as stones, and his blood was almost solidified. If the gray marrow in his body was normal, perhaps He had already killed the enemy in front of him.
However, there is no if in reality.
Suddenly, the feeling of being torn apart came from behind, and Randall knew that it was the huge ax that split his armor from behind.
But he tried hard to draw out his sword, and in the blood all over the sky, he slashed at the neck of the enemy who kept retreating.
Just one more blow -
His arm was cut off, but he couldn't feel the pain. The man opposite seemed to be laughing, but Randall could only hear it now The sound of your own breathing and heartbeat.
The snake sword stabbed him again, piercing his other heart, and the battle ax behind him almost cut his spine. Randall staggered, and finally slipped in a pool of his own blood. middle.
Randall, who fell to the ground, felt that everything was heading towards darkness.
Dust in the air began to settle on his armor, on his torn body, on his eyes through the broken eyepieces.
His blood-stained eyes twitched for the last time, but still refused to close.
Despite this, he was unusually calm at this moment, and the pain caused by the gray marrow was gone. His memory was like a page of a book being blown by the wind. When he met Soshiyang , became the leader of the regiment, was elected as the company commander by everyone, became a private, carried out the first recruit mission, difficult selection, blessings from family and parents, playing with childhood friends on the hillside——
< br>He originally thought that he could return to the throne without regrets, but now it seems that he will have some regrets after all.
There are many things that were not said to Soshyan.
“No——”
Randall wanted to speak, but was blocked by a ball of blood in his throat, and then raised his right arm with the wrist cut off.
When the severed hand fell helplessly into a pool of blood, he had fulfilled his duty——
"Long live the Immortal Army." Standing next to Randall, watching The opponent's hand finally fell weakly. Galmo Zejie sneered, bent down and pulled out his snake sword, then turned around and picked up the longed-for legion sacred object from the pool of blood.
"Snow Lotus Blade Snow Lotus Blade. With you, what else do I need to worry about? What else do I need to be afraid of!!!!"
After laughing a few times, Garmo Zejie suddenly He coughed, and some blood spattered from his lips. Then he looked at a puncture wound, which was still bleeding.
"Legion 11, it seems that our eternal blood feud will continue."
At this time, he suddenly noticed something sparkling in Randall's blood, so he bent down pick up.
"This is -"
Looking at the silver solid in his hand, Galmozejie frowned. It looked like solidified metal, but the texture was very soft, and it would melt with a gentle pinch. Deformation.
Then he checked again and found that there were a lot of these small metal substances around, and this kind of stuff was also condensed on Randall's wound.
"Is this the secret of the Eleventh Legion? They use this kind of thing to create a realm similar to the untouchables? Then what can this be?"
Just in Garmo While Zejie was meditating, the Prince of Thorns came over, with a few more human skins in his hands.
"It's time to go."
Amon's voice brought Galmozejie back to his senses. He nodded, and then looked at Randall's body.
“Give me a minute.”
After saying that, he slowly raised his hand, and then pressed it hard, and a red pirate mark appeared on Randall’s chest. , and at the same time, a broken sword also nailed the opponent's body to the deck.
Then he waved his hand again, and a clear line of High Gothic was smeared on the floor of the bridge with Randall's blood.
[Soshiyan, this is just the beginning]
In addition, before he left, he also ordered that the recording systems of all White Templar warriors' helmets be destroyed to prevent the other party from recognizing them through battle images, and also used The flames burned the floor to prevent any traces from being missed, and even used witchcraft to destroy the brain of the deceased to prevent anyone from discovering anything through memory retrieval.
After doing all this, they hurried to the flight deck, where Randall's Thunderhawk was parked.
At this time, the entire White Templar fleet did not know what happened. Just half an hour after Randall left the flagship, the alarm suddenly sounded on the communication channels of all battleships.
It turned out that the unidentified fleet suddenly rushed out of the subspace. They had a total of four warships and headed straight for the White Templar fleet.
Although Randall was not there, the fourth company commander of the White Temple responded immediately and commanded the fleet to change its formation. But to his surprise, the unidentified fleet did not even open fire, but went straight to the transport fleet. Come.
Although they didn't know what they were going to do, the escort warships still instinctively wanted to block the opponent, which caused their protective formation to change into an attack formation, and even the queue of transport ships was chaotic.
At this moment, the Thunderhawk flying out of the Black Hornet was completely unnoticed, because it was a friendly force in the Identification Friend or Foe system. Even the battleships of the White Templar did not notice this at the first time. Strangely, some people even mistakenly thought that Randall was preparing to return to the flagship to take command.
Only a few people discovered that Randall's communication was never connected, and no one answered several calls, but they were not sure what happened.
So taking advantage of this chaotic moment, Galmo Zejie and others, who captured the Thunder Eagle of White Templar, broke away from the escort fleet. When the people of White Templar realized that something was wrong, they had already Entering the protection of one's own warships.
The company commanders of the White Templars, who realized that something had happened to the chapter leader, felt that something was wrong. They did not even pursue the enemies, but rushed to the Black Hornet. However, when they rushed to the bridge, what they saw was that Everyone was heartbroken——
The leader of the White Templars, Randall Blanchard, was assassinated by the Red Pirates under the protection of his own fleet!
(End of this chapter)