Chapter 1885: Necromancer

Su Ming himself actually locked the enemy earlier than the nun. After all, no matter how the assassin changed his sniper position, he was still found the law of movement by the death knell after firing several shots.

Batman and his little cousin may be able to peek-a-boo with the master tactician in the ruins of the city, but a deadly assassin is not as capable.

The death knell on the ground blocked an air passage, which was actually a ruined roof. The Assassin relied on constantly shifting between such vantage points to change his position.

As expected, a woman with a fruit body ran towards her. The only piece of clothing in her body was a black belt with **** wide and narrow.

Bathing in blood is their means to worship the emperor. It is inconvenient to take a bath if they are wearing clothes.

In order to maintain flexibility and can't wear heavy armor, I simply don't wear anything. The belt on my body is still used to hold the dual swords, otherwise I probably won't even wear that.

Despite this, she didn't seem to feel the danger in the ruins of the city surrounded by enemies. Holding a two-meter-long heavy sniper rifle in both hands, she appeared like a civet on the rooftops.

It was just that when Su Ming suddenly appeared from the darkness to block the woman, she was stunned. She should have never encountered such a thing before. The people around the assassinated target seemed to move in front of her instantly.

Ordinary death-worship assassins like to assassinate in close combat, because they can bathe in blood, and those who use sniper rifles are often assassin masters. They know exactly what part of the hit can kill people, but it will not immediately cause a lot of blood loss.

Killing people, rushing to the target's side, the blood hasn't flowed all over the floor, you can enjoy it.

"You are in good shape, almost as light as the Spirit Race." Su Ming said to the woman standing on the ruined stone pillar with a smile of'you are so good.'

The other party stretched out his long tongue, licked his lips, twisted his waist, and dropped the gun in his hand: "I also like your skin. It looks clean. Maybe I can peel it off and make a new belt."

She speaks low Gothic, her tone is full of charm, but her eyes are cold like snakes, giving a feeling of cold behind her back.

"Don't rush to do it, I want to ask you, has a judge come with you?"

Su Ming didn't even take out the weapon, but took the cigarette in his mouth and flicked it, squinting at her from the smoke.

The assassin didn't answer. At the moment when the death knell was soot, she took off the double knives on her waist like a magic trick, then somersaulted before jumping in the air and chopped at him.

The power double sword of worshipping death is a strange weapon. It is said that the dagger is too long. It is said that it is a knife but it has opened two edges. It is not all right to say that the sword is because it has a large arc.

It is said that generations of "Assassins" have worked through calculations and practical experience to develop this kind of strange weapon, which can cause the greatest damage to the human body with the least number of attacks.

Her black hair with a soaring ponytail drew an arc in the air. The assassin’s two-handed weapons attacked the death knell’s eye sockets and heart respectively. She also used her long legs and buttocks to cover the direction of the weapon’s force, trying to confuse her. The enemy's sight.

"Why don't I understand when I speak to you?"

However, even though her attacks were ever-changing, the craftsmanship that had been passed down for thousands of years within the organization did not fall at all, but she was still slapped in the air and embedded in the ruins of the street like a fly.

She was lying between the **** and felt the numbness coming from her body in a daze. Then she heard the man's words.

Su Ming put the cigarette back into his mouth, looked at the green skin coming here from the neighborhood, and jumped off the roof.

He walked in front of her, pulled the woman over with his feet, and said coldly: "Don't struggle, I just hit your back of the neck with Qiao Jin. Now your spine above your chest is all out of joint. The nerve is seriously damaged. In the words of tens of thousands of years ago, it is high paraplegia. Now I will answer my question."

"For the emperor!"

The assassin could only move one finger, but she still tried to hook the weapons scattered in the distance and shouted slogans at Su Ming viciously.

"You made me look like a bad person. We are actually doing it for the emperor's good." Su Ming squatted down and wiped the blood from her mouth with his finger: "But blame me, I have never seen it before. It’s inevitable to be a little curious after worshipping the deadly assassin. In fact, it’s more convenient to read the memory directly from your brain, but I still use your body. Now I have to remove your vocal cords, it will hurt, but The universe will never forget your sacrifice..."

While speaking, he opened the assassin's mouth with a smile, and the black tentacles that had been strangulated instantly flowed in.

The female assassin let out a painful retching, her eyes rolled up white, revealing bloodshot, and the short screams disappeared.

Ten seconds later, a group of green-skinned boys who heard the movement of the fighting rushed to the street, but there was nothing here, except that the wind was calm and the wind blowing through the ruins rolled up some fine dust, making their noses itchy.

"I thought about it, Sie! Suck, it's okay here."

A kid swallowed the mucus flowing into his mouth from his nostrils and said to his companion.

"Obviously I thought about it first! Pooh!"

The companion did not agree with him, chewing on Sgugo's big mouth, saliva splashed, spraying the former face.

"Fart! It's me first!" The former raised his hand and wiped his face, huh? How did the machete get into your hand?

"Trap! Obviously it's me!" The latter wiped his mouth, only to find that he also had a six-shot spear in his hand.

The two greenskins glanced at each other, making sure that they had tolerated each other for a long time, so they shouted at the same time:

"Waaaagh!!!"

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"Brother Deathstroke, did you catch one?"

In the relay station a few minutes later, Gunnar and Orpheus, who were invited to interrogate the captives, arrived. In the newly opened cell, they saw the death knell pinching a fruit girl by the back of the neck and fixing her to one. on the chair.

The wolf master immediately recognized that woman's unique dress, or to be precise, recognized the two unique weapons.

The martial arts of the assassins of worshipping death are amazing. If they are assassinated behind their backs, even the interstellar warriors may die instantly. Genetic seeds and transformation operations are not the guarantee of immortality. These foreign objects have weaknesses after all.

Although knowing that the death knell is very strong, Gunnar never thought that they would really be able to catch the Assassins of Worship Death, because they would never be captured alive, and would always kill themselves when the mission failed. Special biochemical transformation surgery would treat them. The brain burns ~www.NovelMTL.com~ will not leak any information.

The death knell is so deliberate, what a good brother! It must have taken a lot of effort to catch her, right?

"Yes, but the assassins acted alone. I didn't catch the fallen judge." Su Ming smiled and nodded to the wolf owner, shaking the **** woman in his hand: "I accidentally broke her neck. Now you have to hold it with your hand to align the broken nerves. Just ask what you want."

The nun Eiffelal walked around the room at this time, lighting up the candles on the surrounding skeletons

Not to mention, the flashing of the candlelight illuminates the faces of several tall men with uncertainties, which really smells like dungeon torture.

Priest Orpheus's attention was on the sniper rifle leaning against the corner. He picked it up and opened the magazine to see that there were several bullets he had seen in it.

"It should be her."

Affirmative words came from behind the skull mask, and more anger was blocked behind it, and the pair of eyepieces seemed to be even more red.

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