Black Book

Chapter 181: Be Killed
"Guan Dai, it seems like the fight is still going on up ahead!"

"Do you want to go up and help?"

"Fuck, the gods are fighting, are we going to die?"

"But if you stand by and watch your friendly troops being besieged and fail to help them, you will be beheaded!"

Listening to the quarrel among his subordinates, Guan Dai made a quick decision.

"Stop arguing, let's move forward carefully and take a look from a distance. If we can help, we will help. If we can't, we will retreat!"

After saying that, Guan Dai led everyone forward slowly. Not long after, they suddenly saw a black smoke floating in the sky.

"There's something in the sky!"

“It looks like a bird!”

"Where is there black smoke coming out of a bird's butt?"

"But it has wings! And the wings are glowing!"

…………

Just as everyone was talking, an object in the sky fell towards them slowly but quickly, leaving a clear trajectory with a trail of thick black smoke, and hit them with a bang not far from them.

Even from hundreds of meters away, they could feel the imperceptible vibration of the ground. Everyone looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Now that they were closer, they finally saw clearly that it was not a strange bird at all, but a human wearing strange armor and with steel wings on his back.

"Can Western magic armor fly into the sky now?"

"The gap between us and the foreigners is so huge that we will never catch up in our lifetime!"

"Daqing Pills!"

Seeing the incomprehensible sci-fi armor, everyone couldn't help feeling powerless and desperate.

After decades of trying to save the nation, the gap has not only not narrowed, but has widened...

Is it really a problem with race and civilization?

At this moment, Guan Dai's low roar interrupted everyone's wild thoughts.

"Shut up! Form a battle formation and let's go up and see what's going on."

After saying this, Guan Dai tightly gripped the spear in his hand, bent his body, and used the cover of vegetation to move forward silently.

Soon, they saw their target.

In the center of a miniature "meteorite crater", a slender figure with steel wings on his back was trying hard to get up, but an eight-sided Han sword pierced through his vest and out of his chest. Bright red blood dripped along the edge of the sword and formed a small pool of blood under him.

Seeing this scene, everyone seemed to see a miserable wild goose shot down by an arrow, and the emotions of powerlessness and dejection in their hearts inexplicably disappeared.

The foreigners' flying armor isn't that great...

Damn or die...

On the other side, Muriel Frankel lay on the ground, with the frantic warnings of the combat AI echoing in her ears.

"Severe bleeding, please stop the bleeding as soon as possible!"

"Blood pressure has dropped to the dangerous level!"

"The lung lobes are extensively damaged and the blood oxygen concentration is less than 50."

"Multiple organs damaged, severe internal bleeding!"

"Multiple fractures all over the body."

………………

The originally sharp warning sound now seemed to come from the distant sky. Muriel Frankel's eyes went dark and she only used her strong willpower to not faint.

Looking up, the optical detector spotted the approaching soldiers, and seeing their ugly pig braids, Muriel Frankel felt even more bitter.

If she were in her normal state, these guys would be just a bunch of ants, but at this moment, they might be the last straw that breaks the camel's back!
"Cough cough!"

She coughed out the blood in her trachea, and a little air rushed into her lungs, relieving her painful suffocation. Immediately, she grabbed the sword that had pierced her chest with her backhand, and tried to pull it out in an awkward position.

crunch~
But the sturdy armor was stuck on the sword, and she had lost blood and strength, and was almost in shock. She couldn't pull out the sword at all. Instead, the pain from the wound made her twitch and tremble.

"Ugh!"

"Let me help you."

The soft whisper like a nightmare suddenly sounded in her ears, and Muriel Frankel trembled all over, with her hair standing on end with fear.

Before she could react, a large foot stepped on her back, and the sword that had pierced her chest was held in someone's hand.

呲~
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The eight-sided Han sword that had pierced through her chest was roughly pulled out. The violent friction caused her internal organs to spasm and wriggle, bringing her excruciating pain, which instantly made her nerves, which were about to faint, extremely clear and sensitive!

On the other side, listening to the girl's miserable wails, Zhu Haomiao felt an inexplicable sense of joy. He swung the sword lightly, shaking off the blood drops on the sword.

Releasing his boots from her body, the young man flicked the girl over with his sword, then gently cut open her facial armor, revealing her beautiful fair features.

Looking down at the girl's eyes from above, Zhu Haomiao gave a faint smile.

"Why are you running so fast? There's no oil here..."

At his feet, facing the teasing full of malicious taste, Muriel Frankel did not respond, but just relaxed as if accepting her fate, staring at the boy silently, as if she wanted to imprint this face into her soul.

"Hmm? You look at me like that? Do you want revenge?"

Zhu Haomiao blinked his eyes in surprise. He did not see deep hatred in the other person's eyes. Instead, he felt a sense of relief and liberation.

"No, I know. I have no chance to take revenge on a monster like you. I just want to remember what you look like and stay away from you next time I see you."

Muriel Frankel's words stunned Zhu Haomiao, and he looked at her with surprise.

Are you so clear-headed?

"Since you've started watching, why don't you surrender?"

"According to the rules of the competition, you will be eliminated if you surrender, but you can save your life."

Hearing this, Muriel Frankel sneered, and her wound was hurt, causing her brows to knot in pain.

"The whole world is watching, how can I surrender?"

"Even if players from other countries can surrender to China, I can't."

At this point, Muriel Frankel looked into Zhu Haomiao's eyes meaningfully and muttered in a low voice.

"This is a war without the smoke of gunpowder. Any act of weakness will lead to my family and I being doomed forever..."

"By comparison, a heroic death would make me look like a hero..."

As Muriel Frankel muttered to herself, something suddenly occurred to her.

"But before I die, can I see your [Dragon Emblem]?"

Hearing this request, Zhu Haomiao raised his arm and lifted up his jet-black cloak, revealing a noble and elegant purple-gold color underneath.

Staring deeply at the badge on the boy's chest, Muriel Frankel gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile.

"Sure enough...Super Power..."

After saying this, she gently raised her slender neck, revealing her white throat.

"It is my honor to die under the sword of the [Chinese Martial God]."

"Hurry up, it hurts..."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips with a complicated expression.

You're just lying there and letting me fuck you, which makes me lose all interest!

Looking at the girl who was literally "waiting to be killed" at his feet, Zhu Haomiao sighed softly, and the long sword in his hand drew a soft and agile cold light.

(End of this chapter)