A man in the ark was forced to become a king

Blood red suddenly appeared, a sharp invisible blade flashed out of thin air, a large cloud of blood mist stained the surroundings, and the strong smell of blood spread. A Sakaz mercenary who was approaching the center had no room for resistance, and his body suddenly stiffened. , a dazzling trace of blood spread from his neck, becoming more and more obvious.

He struggled to raise his arms as if he wanted to say something, but he was able to do so. The knife that sealed his throat was precise and elegant, leaving him no time at all.

puff~

Heads fell, bodies fell, and blood soaked in the red sand. The death of the mercenary seemed to turn on an invisible switch, and something called fear began to spread under the heavy fog.

A powerful assassin is lurking in this thick fog, watching with eager eyes!

Years of experience in wandering and life-and-death performances allowed the mercenaries to respond quickly. They dragged their limbs that had become stiff under the wash of frost and stood back to back. While moving slowly, they were vigilant about every inch of their surroundings. Air, a powerful killer who escapes into the thick fog, no one knows from which direction he will appear, and whose throat the sharp blade will be inserted into in the next second!

Silence, silent expansion, fear, spreading wantonly.

Pfft!

Another mercenary fell down, and his throat was still sealed with a precise and efficient knife.

There was no body, no sound, as if an invisible ghost was attacking them. The invisible blade could not even tell the angle of the hand, as if it could wipe anyone's neck at any time.

In the darkness, the fog is heavy and does not dissipate at all.

Back to back, the mercenaries around them were alert and slowly moved towards the center, trying to use collective strength to fight against the invisible disaster.

However, this has no effect.

No one saw any trace of the assassin until the next one fell to dust.

He is like the god of death walking in the mist, and it is precisely because of the unknown that it is even more frightening.

"Magician, find a way to blow away this fog!"

At the center of the team, the burly Sakaz warrior spoke in a deep voice. Beside him, the magician who had been side by side for many years was ready to use the Origin Stone skills. A strong wind blew up out of thin air!

The reason why they didn't stand up and organize a team at the first time was because they were worried about being targeted by the assassins lurking in the fog and listed as the primary target. Now that the fog is about to blow away, even the most powerful assassins can't. Possibly continuing his killing spree in full view of everyone!

The Sakaz warrior is very confident in this. He has fought against more than one assassin. Once the traces are exposed, the assassin dragged into the frontal battlefield will be livestock to be slaughtered without any threat.

'Just wait, I'll make you pay the price right away! '

He thought so, and the next second, his half-narrowed pupils suddenly opened, and a touch of blood quickly expanded in his eyes!

Chapter 88 Bloom!Shadow of Death!

Blood splattered like blooming roses.

In the thin mist, the invisible god of death took action again. The invisible weapon accurately penetrated the magician's throat and sealed it with a knife.

No breath, no trace, no form.

It was as if a real ghost was attacking them. Unspeakable fear spread in the hearts of every mercenary, and the pungent smell of blood stirred everyone's nerves.

laugh!

The fog dissipated, and another flower of blood bloomed quietly, and the thin moonlight fell. Without the fog, the atmosphere in the team not only did not improve, but became even weirder.

The invisible enemy wields invisible weapons and devours one life after another unscrupulously. Teammates who were familiar with each other in the past fall one after another. No one even knows what killed them!

The other party is wandering in the dark night, and they have become toys to be played with!

"Get out! Get out of here if you have the guts!"

The ultimate suppression was followed by an extreme explosion. When another team member fell in front of him, his clothes stained red with blood, the burly warrior could no longer bear it and roared loudly to the surroundings.

Fourteen!A total of fourteen!

That damn killer killed fourteen mercenaries right in front of his eyes, reducing the entire team to a quarter, and he hadn't even figured out who the enemy was yet!

A strong sense of powerlessness and fear of position grew from deep in his heart. As a mercenary leader who has experienced many battlefields, he knew deeply that if he continued like this and continued to be dragged into the opponent's rhythm, then everyone in the team would be To die under that invisible blade, no one can escape!

That damn assassin was like the god of death coming. They could only see one teammate after another fall down without warning, and the blood stained the ground under their feet into a dark red color. Such a strange scene was enough to put them to death. Driving people crazy!

Ding!

There was nothing in his eyes, but his honed intuition saved his life at the critical moment.

Some kind of invisible weapon hit hard on the spine of the two-handed sword. It vibrated along the wide metal with great force. The majestic force even made the mercenary captain stagger two steps before he could catch it steadily. Give this blow.

Swing your sword and sweep across!

Although he still couldn't see the form, he knew that the person must be right in front of him!

clang!

Gold and iron jingled, and fire burst out!

In the silent night, the flash of fire was so dazzling that almost all the mercenaries who could attack there reacted instantly, and their sword blades and spells flew to the same position.

At a certain moment, a trace of distortion appeared in the deserted void, forming a faint outline.

It's the assassin!He appears!

The mercenaries, who had been tortured for a long time in unspeakable fear, were mentally shaken and launched an attack on the shadow and its surroundings.

However, just as their attack was launched, darkness descended...

The dark mist appeared out of nowhere, and the whole world seemed to become silent for an instant. All senses were completely deprived after being exposed to the black mist.

The black mist that pervades the moonlight is like the deepest darkness, and like a giant beast that devours everything, trying to swallow everyone into the abyss.

The mercenary leader screamed and roared angrily, and attacked the surroundings randomly, trying to find the person's true identity. However, what responded to him was a sharp chill!

The cold touch spread from the skin on the neck, and something cold penetrated the flesh and blood without any hindrance, tearing open the wound.

The action of wielding the sword came to an abrupt halt. The strong fear made his pupils shrink to a small point. His awake brain became sluggish, and his clear consciousness gradually became drowsy. Before he completely sank, he seemed to see a man holding a strange black blade. Walking out of the mist, blood dripped along the tip of the knife, which was weird and terrifying.

He saw it, but unfortunately the price was his own life.

The burly body fell into dust and smoke, and the black mist that filled the field dispersed. The original mercenary team of more than 50 people now only had less than 30 people left. The corpses of their companions lay at their feet, and the leader's headless body collapsed. , like hitting everyone's heart.

The invisible God of Death was harvesting lives unscrupulously right under their noses, but there was nothing they could do!

How is this different from a lamb to the slaughter? !

The death of the mercenary leader seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. The mercenaries, whose bodies and minds were completely dominated by fear, could no longer maintain their composure and calm, and cried and cursed almost simultaneously.

Surrender, they want to surrender.

Even if you know that a mercenary who falls into the enemy's hands alive never ends well, it is still better than dying in the hands of the invisible God of Death!

Unfortunately, they found the wrong person.

Magic, prayer, and combat skills, with the blessing of the three power systems, Lin Lu flashed behind a certain mercenary with a black knife. His body had been completely erased in the eyes of others, and the assassin's steps allowed him to step on it. Crossing the sand without leaving any traces or making any sound is simply the dream state of all killers!

The mercenaries who lost their composure were like a group of pigs running around because of fear. They screamed and scattered in all directions, trying to get back into the car and escape from this terrifying place of death.

But the moment they sat in the driver's seat, a sharp roar pierced the air, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the rising fire enveloped them and the vehicle they were driving, turning into a blazing fireball, illuminating A vast expanse of wasteland at night.

The explosive grenade from W became a reminder for all the mercenaries who wanted to drive away. The whole scene was in chaos. The crazy mercenaries almost lost their minds and waved their weapons in the air, trying to vent their anger in this way. fear.

However, the cold blade will not hesitate due to their actions.

The invisible blade was precise and efficient, cutting through everyone's throat silently. Lin Lu's figure was looming in the explosion of fire and twisted air waves, like a ghost, but no one cared about it anymore.

Fear drives people crazy.

Flowers of blood bloomed one after another, reflecting a strange luster under the flames. Corpses fell one after another. All the mercenaries who were still alive were heading towards destruction in extreme madness and fear. In 10 minutes, the entire mercenary team of more than 50 people was lying on the deserted sand. The blood soaked the sand, and the strong smell of blood wafted in the wind.

The fire continued and burned into one piece. Amidst the dancing firelight, Lin Lu slowly walked out with her back to the flames.

boom!

The last grenade fell, engulfing everything in burning fire, illuminating half of the night sky.

Chapter 89 Your life shouldn’t be so cheap

"The invisible blade is the most deadly."

The fire itself spreads continuously, creating a crazy and gorgeous picture.

The bright red color slipped from the tip of the knife and dotted the sand in tiny drops.

The jet-black blade hung at the waist, and scorching heat swept from behind. Lin Lu's figure flashed in the firelight, appeared next to W, and held her shoulders.

"Okay, 57 people were targeted, all cleared. Good job."

"Hey, you killed them all."

W put down the weapon without hesitation, licked his lips, his eyes reflected the burning battlefield, his eyes burning.

A mercenary group of 57 people died so cleanly. In the hands of this man, even the mercenaries who were accustomed to the battlefield were no different than lambs waiting to be slaughtered. This kind of force was simply stronger than some elite squads. Strong.

But this world is like this. The difference in strength between individuals is wider than that between humans and dogs. Whether it is a few people, dozens of people, or hundreds of people, it is just a matter of how long they can persist when meeting a truly strong person.

There is no doubt that Lin Lu is such a strong person.

"This is just the beginning."

Lin Lu casually glanced at the gradually quiet battlefield and shook her head slightly: "Since the Tower of Babel has asked me to be responsible for the defense of this section, it means that we will inevitably encounter stronger enemies later. These can only be regarded as appetizers. , quite an ordinary mercenary team, no strong ones."

"Really strong people don't stay in a small mercenary group. They can get away with it wherever they go."

W complained casually. She didn't think there could be any masters in these ordinary mercenary groups. Those truly powerful mercenaries had already been recruited into the command of the princess or the regent. Such little people who were hanging around at the bottom The group doesn't have much luck at all, so how can it be trusted by a big force?

"makes sense."

Lin Lu also agreed with her statement.

He pulled up the rolled up mat and shook off the sand, spread it on the ground, and sat down on it.

"Take a rest. It seems like you won't be able to sleep peacefully these days. I hope the Tower of Babel will move faster."

"I also hope to go back soon instead of sitting in the wild eating sand."

W is convinced of this. Even mercenaries will often stay in free villages or small towns for supplies. Some larger mercenary groups even have their own stable stations. They can stay in the wilderness for a long time. It won't feel very comfortable.

"Speaking of which, I suddenly thought of a question."

Turning her head and catching a glimpse of W sitting on the edge, Lin Lu looked at the battlefield where the flames dimmed, and then at the gun used to launch grenades, thoughtfully.

"You don't carry many mines and ammunition, right?"

"If a battle like this could happen again, I wouldn't be able to do anything. I can still make a lot of earth bombs. They mainly rely on Originium skills and don't require much material."

Got it, indecisiveness, Origin Stone skills!

After reading a lot of information about Origin Stone skills from Penguin Logistics, Lin Lu felt that the Origin Stone skills in this world were a bit unreasonable - some Origin Stone skills and spells can be learned through acquired learning, but the proportion is much larger. Most of them are actually some kind of innate 'talents'. Most of them appear in infected people. Their principles are unknown and their methods of action are unknown, but they can achieve considerable results without any logic at all.

This thing can be said to be omnipotent. For example, modern science cannot turn potatoes into bombs, but Originium technology may be able to do it.

but……

The acquisition of power will inevitably come with a corresponding price. For the infected, they can use Source Stone skills that are far beyond ordinary people, but their lifespan will also be shortened as a result. Every time they cast a spell, they will burn their own life until they are terminally ill. Become part of the Source Stone.

W... If I remember correctly, she didn't have a staff, which meant that she was always casting spells with bare hands.

"I'll find you a portable staff when I get back. If you can't use the Origin Stone skills in the future, I'd better not use it."

"Are you worried about me?"

The expression on the mercenary girl's face appeared strange for a moment, and soon returned to her usual slightly dangerous smile.

"We can't survive without fighting. This is our current situation. It may take a long time to skillfully apply the flame prayer you taught me and transform it into combat power. If I don't use the Origin Stone skills, then I won't be able to send Is it useful?"

Not using Source Stone skills meant giving up at least half of the combat power, which was absolutely unacceptable. W rejected it without even thinking.

For her who has not yet gotten rid of the mercenary mentality, a worthless existence is the same as death. She will never allow herself to become a useless waste, even if the price of that power is her life.

"It's not impossible to exchange life for strength. On the contrary, many people are doing this, but -"

Lin Lu's face darkened, and she held the mercenary girl's wrist with a serious expression.

"Your life should not be such a cheap thing. As the original golden people, you have greater value instead of becoming a consumable in the war."

"Well, you are the boss, you have the final say."

After staring at his face for a while, W nodded, agreeing to the request. I don't know if it was an illusion, but her expression seemed to become gentler, as if she was really smiling.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a very strange feeling - the feeling of being cared about, a novel experience that she had never had before.

She is a mercenary who hangs out on the battlefield and in the wasteland, and she is also Sakaz, who is scornfully called a 'demon'. They seem to be born to be consumables in the hands of some big shots, numbers to be filled in the war.

No one cares what they think or do.

Mercenaries exist as weapons and can be thrown away after use, especially on this land and in this country.