Chapter 884: Helping Soldiers

One of Stafford's best and most powerful speeches was cut short right at the beginning.

Bang!

A round-headed heavy hammer that originally belonged to a martial artist hit him less than 15 inches in front of his face, and was blocked by the "king's robe" simulated by colored light. The chaotic surge of colored light meant that he was in the Colosseum. The pseudo-invincibility effect in the game is under severe impact.

"Hey, where are you looking? Brother, why don't you belong to me?"

The side show is slowly, very stylishly putting on a rather distorted mask for himself like a movie in slow motion. He is wearing a gray and yellow dirty robe, and the black and white gas visible to the naked eye is rolling behind him. He was holding up many bloody weapons picked up from the battlefield, constantly transforming into ghost faces, ghost claws, animal heads, tentacles and skeletons, looking like humans and beasts, ferocious and twisted.

Stafford had to admit that even if he couldn't tell the difference between a good Asian face and a bad one, the tall and well-proportioned young man in front of him could at least get an evaluation with good facial features. If he went to the Netherlands to be a rabbit, ahem, The master must be very popular, and the mask is great, but the problem is——

"Who! are! you?! Where the hell did you come from??!"

As soon as these two surprised questions with a hint of confusion and fear came out, the atmosphere visibly fell into an embarrassing silence.

The sideshow looked at Stafford in disbelief, then looked down at his own attire, at the black and white aura behind him, and at the self-prepared whips, drums, gongs, cymbals, flags and other weapons picked up from the battlefield floating around. There were bloody weapons arranged in the Nine Palaces and Bagua, and finally I touched the mask on my face with lingering fear.

Having a mask is a beautiful thing. Fortunately, you are there!

Stafford looked down at the sideshow for a long time, wondering why he stood there motionless like a sculpture, and said: "Oh, I remember, you are the fool who wants my Colosseum, right? Stupid!"

The two of them were basically talking to each other. Stafford didn't understand Chinese at all, and the side show's English level was also a "how are you" type player, but in the end, the side show who was pronunciating the four-legged virtue understood it very solidly.

“Foreigners just have no fucking quality.”

The sideshow was cursing and muttering, new and old hatreds welling up in his heart. Today I will use a white-skinned ghost to pay homage to the two rooms and one living room on the mat of my shoes!

"die!"

The black and white energy wrapped around the bloody broken weapons, and shot towards Stafford in a handsome manner that was known to everyone on the Chinese Internet as if Ten Thousand Swords were returning to the clan.

Stafford didn't know what this was, but the sledgehammer that was no more than 15 inches away from his face was enough to frighten him. Without thinking, he mobilized the surrounding colorful lights and the torrent of weapons to shoot and defend.

The side show sneered: "You damn white-skinned idiot, if my accomplices can block it like this, the board of Grandmaster's coffin will be lifted early in the morning!"

The horse steps up, the mandarin jacket rolls up, and the side show starts singing on the spot.

"The sun sets in the west and the sky becomes dark. The dragon leaves the long sea and the tiger descends to the high mountain. The dragon leaves the long sea and can carry the rain. The tiger descends to the high mountain and blocks the road. Hu and Huang teach under the high mountain. In the next world, the breeze leaves the high cage and coffin~"

Strange to say.

The side show shows a wolf-dog boy with an arm who can walk on horseback and a fist who can stand upright and a handsome face. When he speaks, he also has a clear and smooth voice, but when he sings, it becomes as violent as an old bird entering the bat cave. That violent song The broken gong's voice even made the chaotic battlefield of Killing Red Eyes calm.

Not only singing, but "instruments" such as whips, drums, gongs, cymbals, flags, etc. also have automatic dubbing. In conjunction with the unpredictable dance steps and movements of the side show, the black and white ghost faces, claws, animal heads, Tentacles, skeletons, and silent wails.

The demons dance wildly and the ghosts and gods make changes!

Not to mention how shocked the people around were, just mentioning the side show's singing, the battlefield was really changing. The illusory five-color mist came from nowhere and filled the entire battlefield, and the blood splashed on the ground reflected the scene. Unpredictable ghosts, the corpses of alien beasts decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, gave birth to maggots, and the stench was overwhelming. The weapons left on the battlefield seemed to have been baptized by thousands of years, rusted rapidly, and floated up automatically. Side show.

Bian Xiu's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and the sister's drum in her hand was beating harder and harder.

He pointed at Stafford with one hand and said, "He who is evil will beheaded!"

The aura suddenly became a bit colder and more sinister. The various transformed ghosts behind the sideshow actually broke away from the black and white auras and him, picked up various weapons, and rushed towards Stafford with laughter and screams.

The colorful light royal robes around Stafford did not have the same obvious effect as before this time. The ghosts holding weapons squeezed into Stafford's side like they had passed through a layer of thick grease, machetes and broken axes. Tetanus Weapon greeted in a confused manner.

Stafford only had time to let out a short scream, and instantly fell from the colorful light to the high platform.

The ghosts were screaming and laughing, tearing their hands, biting their mouths, and swinging weapons wildly. The high platform was instantly dyed with Stafford's blood in a chilling pattern that made the forensic doctor shake his head.

Li Cang watched from a distance and asked Rao Qifang: "Who is this person? He has good taste!"

"People from Nightingale." Rao Qifang felt a little headache from the words "good taste", and finally understood where the strange comments on the forum came from, "I'm only 18, I can fight very well, but there is something wrong with my life style." ."

"?"

A junior brother next to him was locking someone else's throat while shouting: "This guy! It's him! He got drunk last week and caused trouble. He was going to hold an open party in Baiyujing. He was carried and thrown out by a group of girls. It’s quite an ugly scene, and Meng Liang seems to have been found!”

"Ouch~" Li Cang pinched his chin and showed a strange expression, "This is to tarnish the holy place in Master Wang's heart. Lao Wang has decided to have a good chat with him, and maybe we can find a like-minded person!"

Stafford, of course, is not dead.

This is what the side show thinks, and most people think this way. If a weakling like this, how can it be possible to organize a robbery gang of hundreds of thousands of people?

Regardless of accidental death or illness, biological death can be regarded as a good death, while social death is the destination and end of everything.

Stafford stood up again, bathed in a dazzling light. What he usually enjoyed most was the process of pretending to die. For him, the anger and despair of his opponent were the best diversion during the boring robbery.

but

He would rather that what just happened had not happened, and that he was beaten to death by a talented young boy with a random cloak. It was really...

It can’t be considered decent in any way!

What made Stafford's eyes tear apart was that Li Cang, who witnessed the seamless connection between his fall and resurrection, seemed to have seen through people's hearts, and even said leisurely: "This can be regarded as a grand burial. If you don't If you mind, I think he wouldn't mind helping you look decent."