Apocalyptic Dark Age

With a click of his heel, the strength he had accumulated for a long time exploded suddenly, like a sideways dive to avoid a bomb, avoiding the stabs of the four-arm knives. The next moment, a bright blue spark flew down, falling like a meteor. In the cave filled with corpses and filled with natural gas.

Huge flames suddenly burst out, instantly forming fiery red clouds that swept around. Gao Feng fell heavily to the ground and rolled over, and was blown up into the air by the blast of air. Behind him, the terrifying Death was wailing and being swept up in the fire clouds. .

All the air around him was sucked out by the fire cloud. The strong suffocation made Gao Feng open his mouth like a dead fish, and his eyes bulged out. The overwhelming dust waves immediately covered him. At this time, Hua Ya had already rushed forward and stretched out his hands. After being ready to catch the peak, there was a roar, and the dust was like a waterfall, flying Huyaya up high and falling backwards. Immediately, all the indentured slaves, women and children were covered by the dust in the sky. together.

Explosions came one after another. The flashing red light was not clear in the dust and fog, but people could clearly see the shadows on the ground around them. Violent coughs and cries like the end of the world repeatedly sounded around. Huoya got up from the ground in a daze. He couldn't tell the direction and stretched out his arms in circles. He didn't think about anything. He just murmured: "I want to catch the three claws, just a little bit. I want to catch them." Live in Sanzhao, just a little bit..."

The peak was at the edge of the explosion, and the fire waves of the explosion swirled around him. The swirling airflow did not carry him as far away as Huya Ya, so he lay down not far from the explosion point, fighting for his life amidst the violent trembling of the ground. cough.

Amidst the coughing, large and small sand and stones fell like raindrops, quickly burying his body. The natural gas holes here had accumulated natural gas for countless years. After being ignited, they continued to explode, expanding the holes, and also Countless sand and stones were sent up into the sky, and the scorching air waves were burning, quickly absorbing the surrounding air. While peaking in coughing, he slowly regained his breath. Although he still felt suffocated and burning, it was much better than before. few.

Gao Feng fell weakly under the floating soil. He didn't even have the strength to remove the dust from his face. The previous blow consumed all his strength. Although the life and death of the enemy was unknown, it also made him calm down. He couldn't muster any more energy. Strength, at this moment, the floating soil on his body shook violently, as if something stepped on his back, and then lightened, and the heaviness suddenly disappeared.

Gao Feng's heart tightened. He remembered that biological weapons are conceptual weapons specially designed for war. They may have taken into account the factor of resisting explosions. In other words, the terrifying Death is not dead yet...

Thinking of this, the strength that had disappeared due to relaxation returned to his body again. He endured the severe pain in his chest. He put his hands on the ground and suddenly straightened his waist. He emerged from under the soil. He squinted and saw that he was walking forward lamely. The terrifying god of death, without thinking about anything, gritted his teeth and groaned, stared at the ground with his legs and suddenly exerted force...

The explosion not only crippled one of the terrifying Death God's legs, but the burning fire wave also burned its sensitive and well-developed cavity nerve plexus with a series of blisters. Its perception of the outside world was infinitely reduced, and even the peak lying at its feet was discovered. But Gao Feng stood up and rushed out suddenly, and the terrifying god of death was pounced on without any surprise...

The peak and the terrifying Death were twisted together and rolled down. The saber in his hand stabbed the terrifying Death's neck again and again. Under the trumpet mouth, there was a small triangle hidden. This is the real key of the terrifying Death. , the peak of intuition that is best at grasping it pierced that place again and again.

The God of Death was entangled at zero distance by the peak, unable to swing the arm knife at all, and could only endure the fatal puncture. At this time, the mucus flowing out of the terrifying God of Death was almost gone, and its originally smooth skin could no longer shine with water, and became It was dry and bitter, and the blood spurted out from its neck was no longer the greenish color, but an unexpected bright red, which further deepened Gao Feng's suspicions about it.

The hot and frightening blood flowed down Gao Feng's left hand that was holding its neck, causing unbearable heat in Gao Feng's palm. Gao Feng couldn't help but roar and pinch its throat again, like a mad beast, and continued to thrust out the saber, even if His palms were burned to ashes by the scorching heat, and he would not let this son of a bitch go.

The Horrible God of Death could no longer wail, like a fish out of water, struggling to its death. At this moment, a burst of coldness came from the palm of Gao Feng's hot and unconscious left hand, and an inexplicable substance came from the wound of the Horrible God of Death. He pulled it out and slowly formed scaly clay on his palm.

This layer of things gradually became harder, but the extent of the struggle of the Horrible Death God was getting smaller and smaller. When Gao Feng's left hand was as hard as plaster, the Horror Death God finally stopped moving, and Gao Feng also exhausted his last energy and fell over. Fainted to death from the terrifying God of Death.

The diffuse dust always dissipates. The thick dust is like volcanic ash, covering everything, people, corpses, weeds, asphalt swamps, and finally only a gray patch is left.

No traces of the battlefield could be seen on the uneven ground. Only the wreckage that had been erected for who knows how many years still retained its original appearance. With a 'beep' sound, a steam drum popped up from the gray place and exploded, revealing A patch of asphalt blacker than dust.

A little further away from the asphalt, a body suddenly stood up, shaking off countless dust and sand, but still couldn't see his appearance clearly, and heard him shout loudly: "Three claws, three claws..."

The cry was sad and pitiful, with a cry that was rare for people in the wilderness. Hua Ya never cried when his own Ada died. People in the wilderness are not allowed to cry since they were born. They believe in sweat and blood, but they don’t believe in tears. , Tears are a noun for weakness. Weak people do not deserve to be called wilderness people, but they can open their teeth to reach the top and cry out.

One after another, figures climbed up from beside him. They all looked the same and were gray. It was hard to tell whether they were men or women, adults or children. At this time, a woman with a plump and round figure appeared. Standing up, although she also had black hair and face, and the skin on her body was covered, her majestic breasts showed her gender.

She first walked up to Huo Ya and shook Huo Ya, but Huo Ya ignored her and screamed sadly: "Three Claws are dead, Three Claws are dead..." The shrill roar was heartbreaking, and the heavy sadness made her feel sad. Two clear tears shed from the woman's eyes, breaking away the thick dust.

"Why are you howling? Be careful that Ada comes to teach you a lesson in the middle of the night. Men in the wilderness only bleed and don't shed tears..." A violent roar, like the howl of a lone wolf, came from the pole's mouth.

"Three Claws are dead, Three Claws are dead..." Sanzi ignored the pole at all and still howled heartbreakingly. What he howled was not tears, but the depression in his heart. He hated himself for being useless and wanted to die even if he wanted to. No, he had always believed that if he died, Gao Feng would survive.

"We're alive, we're alive, we're alive..." Huya Ya was wailing heartbreakingly, while the indentured slaves stood up and cheered loudly. They were the only ones who had seen death in a place where the terrifying god of death was haunted. How can those who survive the horror of death not cheer?

As the indentured slaves cheered, the women also howled. They were equally happy and happy that they had survived, but the men cheered at the top of their lungs for surviving, and they cried at the top of their lungs for surviving. The women cried. , the children also cried, but they were scolded by the men. They only allowed girls to cry, not boys.

During this process, all the indentured servants and women did not even look at Hua Ya and Zhi Zhi. To them, Black Claw abandoned them, which was equivalent to automatically abandoning them. They were no longer the indentured servants and slaves of the Black Claw tribe. Slaves are truly free people, free people in the wilderness.

The pole no longer stopped Huaya's cry, and he slowly lay down on the dusty sand, looking at the gloomy clouds in the sky. He never imagined that he could survive. He was the only one left with more than twenty abandoned tribal warriors. One, if he hadn't happened to be lame, might have died.

Life or death is meaningless to Zhu Zhi. Before in the Wilderness tribe, he fought tooth and nail for the rewards and promises of Black Claw, but here, he fought tooth and nail just for the sake of dying. The terrifying Death God is famous and is everyone's hero. A wilderness man's nightmare, he survived, but he did not have the excitement of defeating the terrifying god of death. Too many people died.

The initial number of indentured slaves was more than 600, all of them were barren warriors. There were more than 600 women, not counting children. After a chaos, more than 200 indentured slaves escaped and there were only less than 400 of them. There were more than 500 women who took up arms and were willing to resist. Now, except for the women, there are only less than 100 warriors left. This shows how heavy the casualties are?

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