Super Trick or Treat System

The stars cannot make up for his own brilliance, but reverberating with blazing white light,

The enemy has now turned them around-but the enemy's searchlight is not there, which cannot enhance people's appreciation of the banner ads

Color; they are there looking for a target.

Li Huai had encountered enemies before and subconsciously allowed the two teams to formulate and restrain his

Concept of fighting. Now he understands his mistake. The headlights of the truck by the pool are just like

Compared with a series of searchlights, candles are only toys compared to weapons and armor.

Now draft before him.

Of course, there are trucks there-there seem to be enough trucks to fill the horizon-but there are also bigger machines, and

stranger. There are guns. Even before they opened up, Dezan realized how many guns there must be, and

They may throw barrage at enemies charging on the battlefield.

This is ridiculous! He suddenly thought, suddenly remembered. We are men, riding horses, most of us only have spears.

They are empires!

For the first time he knew nothing about what an empire was, what it meant and why it was such a terrible enemy

Powerful people like Gavalon have more than men since they were babies. They carry things like

Withered eyes banners and horns of pain.

Then, the gun fired immediately, and the sound of thunder blew up his eardrums. The glare of the searchlight has increased

Countless flashes, shock waves and heat waves of countless explosions tear the air apart. Seems impossible

This way anyone can go through the storm unscathed, and Dezan believes that many of his companions have

Was killed in an instant, but he did ride over, even if the light rushed to him and the storm came, he continued to ride

Engulf him all.

When Li Bai fired from the saddle for the first time, the recoil almost knocked him off the horse, but he swayed back and then swayed.

Moving forward again, he fired, he fired, he fired.

He cannot single out human targets in the shadow well behind the lights and between the lights, but in any case, he will open fire recklessly

Suppose there are so many enemies that random shots can hit the target.

He has no criteria for glimpses, but he knows the location-if that is frightening in the first place, where he must

The volley did not explode him-he felt the recoil of hellfire released. His eyes were as dazzling as before and he noticed

This color suddenly infected the surrounding white flames, and his deaf ears were still reactive enough to perceive

Fanatic hoarseness and screams of weapon victims.

As far as he is concerned, Li Huai continued to shoot, the rifle he liberated from the enemy, first so, then his horse.

The wheel moves and changes direction. Now that they had reached their destination, the animal no longer galloped, but it did not stop.

It prances and jumps, and the rhythm of its hoof jumps like a dance. This is a deceptive creature, but it must be moved into

In order to distort the views of the enemy. It can’t stand still-Lee Bad is happy about it, because death is everywhere

He couldn't bear the thought of stillness.

To be still in this **** is to wait for death, invite death, and accept death. Li Badi is not ready to do this,

His first goal is to kill, and make his final death cost higher than the enemy's ability to bear.

If Daizan has slipped out of time subjectively, he seems to be slipping out of space now. He lost with

A sense of place may always exist in the great chaos of battle, even though he cannot

Go deep into the enemy's defenses. He is no longer sure whether he is tiny or huge, or whether he has formed

In the infinite cage around him are fireflies or the sun.

When his wings flew high and high in the flight, his mysterious eyes were faintly visible in his mind.

Glory in all the marvelous fire and anger, absorb the souls of the dead, as if they were in intoxicating wine, burning with strong wine.

The intoxicating spirit of sacrifice.

Nowadays, the stars have stood still, which is so simple that Li Huai forgets everything he has become.

Or the number is not only a negative number, but also a strange number, but instead sees that it is not myself who can surpass it:

When the finger is cut, the smallest finger is smarter than other fools. It’s not me; I just need to lie down.

Its ears are on his shoulders, infecting him with a kind of corrupting his soul; still just the non-self leading to the great world

Transformation has existed in the embryo in the heart of the world, not 200 years, but 2000, now

Grows into a mature firefly firefly dragonfly, which can burn for a while, but can burn so brightly, very, very brightly...

He emptied the rifle and reinstalled the weapon, and suddenly realized that the figure in the shadow could be seen:

Invisible to him, or even the color blur that hides him, should not be the target of creatures like him.

He shot a man in the mouth, blowing his jaw to pieces.

He fired again and saw the bullet tear to a person's thigh, ploughing in the fat and flesh, tearing the femoral artery.

He fired again and saw the bullet jumping from the steel plate, towards the sniper who was pressing against him.

Sight.

He fired again and saw a man throw away his pistol in order to grab his belly button, as if he could stuff his intestines.

His life declined rapidly.

He shot again and saw...

He saw the shadow of the incredible wing fall violently on the battlefield, and knew that Sasolel was indeed coming.

Not to help Gavalon’s army, but to feed on Lu’s sacrifice, feed on fallen enemies, feed on feed, feed on feed...

Then, Li Bai understood what Gavalon meant, although he certainly didn’t know that-when he said that

What is confusing is that Sasolar will come and Gavalon's victory will be the victory of the daemon.

Then his horse was shot from under him, and he fell down-this time much bigger than it was during the skirmish at the farmhouse.

He fell into the shadow of those terrible wings, into the darkness that almost made him see again, into the dull air, he could

Almost heard it again.

He wanted to lie down for a minute or two to relax himself, but he didn't have time to stop. Have few

Shadows around him: If he can't kill them first, he will definitely kill his people. He had to use a rifle to do it

Parry the sword, then fight back as a brute force club, knowing that the fight will continue until

He fell, and he might never stand up again.

He wanted to know what happened to Gavalon, all the magic the sorcerer meticulously accumulated for this evil day: wither

Eyeball slogans, painful horns, etc.

He parried another sword, then repelled it again. He felt the power of the impact and knew that he must have hurt someone,

But the killer he wielded with such a brief efficiency is now gone. He is alone, omnipresent and numerous,

At a loss. There are too many enemies, and his power is too few.

He attacked again and again without hitting anything.

Then he was knocked back and fell.

For a while he was still kneeling, his arms stretched out, as if their wings might lift him in some way

The sky and the pit of death-but they are not, he leaned forward.

His face sank into the mud. Dan Dan knows that mud is made by mixing soil and blood instead of soil and water.

Because the whereabouts have been many days.

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