Inside the Bauhinia Manor, countless street lamps and spotlights illuminate the place as if it were daytime.
The manor with a history of more than 500 years covers a very large area, comparable to a regular small town. The avenues in the forest are winding and winding. The spiers are patchwork and numerous, full of historical precipitation.
In the distance, there is a magnificent building more than 50 meters high. On the parapet of the roof under the huge gray roof, there is a circle of exquisite humanoid sculptures neatly erected. The dense purple-gold vines are all over the off-white exterior wall, which is the footprint left by time, vicissitudes and full of vitality.
The outer main gate is extremely wide and tall, with eight round Roman columns about eight meters high, and three people hugging each other neatly erected in the gate, but the aisle does not appear to be narrow at all.
The inner door is very modern, with three automatic tempered glass doors, one layer thicker than the other.
The sound of violent guns outside and the collapse of houses can only be vaguely heard here, which seems extremely unreal.
The main hall is majestic, with a well-coordinated layout. On the flat-topped ceiling is a huge oil painting, swaying and full of momentum, which fully depicts the heroic demeanor of all the soldiers in the Second Eastern Expedition!
There are thousands of characters in the painting, and each one is lifelike.
This palace is called the Palace of the Holy Legion. Every year, the Pope will stay here for more than a month, remembering the heroic spirits and reminiscing about his comrades-in-arms.
There are very few rooms in the palace, and there are only five huge suites on the first floor. The other floors are all corridors built along the walls. Seats, about five hundred people can be accommodated.
At that time, the needle pointed to midnight, the circuit of Bauhinia Manor was destroyed, and all the outdoor lamps were extinguished. The magnificent and bright buildings fell into darkness one by one from the east, and only the Holy Legion Palace was left in the end, radiating magnificent light. sacred.
Boom! boom!
Two rockets exploded, shattering the three-layer tempered glass door!
A group of tough fighters wearing special gray tactical vests rushed in methodically holding AKs.
After the group of gray-clothed men occupied the surrounding passages, Matthew and Craig walked in wearing full-coverage black armor.
The armor they wear is the armor of the M Special Forces. The outer shell of the armor is extremely tough. The sniper rifle must be equipped with special armor-piercing bullets to penetrate it, and it can defend against all types of grenade attacks.
In addition to the extremely excellent defense, it is also equipped with a super strong exoskeleton, even an ordinary person can easily lift a car.
Due to too much investment in defense and exoskeleton, the built-in long-range weapons of this armor are only ten miniature missiles, which are as powerful as grenades and are very shabby.
As soon as the two entered the door, there were intensive gunshots behind them.
The Fire Man calmly rolled to the outer gate, walked around two pillars, then knelt down on one knee, raised his sniper rifle and aimed at Matthew's helmet.
One shot! Two shots!
When he was about to fire the third shot, two disheveled men with sharp knives stabbed him from left to right!
He sighed, grabbed the handle of the gun with both hands, and threw it at the man on the left.
Then without waiting for the opponent to react, he rolled towards the pillar beside him.
He was slashed on the back and on the leg, and he felt a faint sense of numbness. He gritted his teeth and continued to roll forward. He was shot again in the shoulder.
However, the opponent did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, leaving him a chance to breathe.
Faint flames ignited in the three places that were hit, and after the flames dissipated, the wounded areas were scarred, and the strength of his body also recovered.
Those two swordsmen were even more difficult to deal with than the gunmen. Their skills were obviously ridiculously strong, but they still smeared nerves and viciousness on their knives. They were extremely insidious and cunning!
In any case, Matthew must be killed! A 100-meter sniper from behind can't break that damn helmet! What else can I do?
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and then, the back of his head was pierced by something.
His body fell back slowly, and when he fell halfway, he finally saw who killed him, the cold face, the cruel smile, and those disgusting eyes.
The bastard who killed a thousand swords!
The fire man fell to the ground on his back, and his body was soon covered with red blood.
"Trash, dare to order me! What are you!" Yinjiu said happily: "For a traitor like you, you should be killed to be safe. Betrayal is addictive, qua! qua!"
Two people gradually appeared behind Yinjiu. The eyes of these two people were lifeless, just like the eyes of a crocodile, watching everything indifferently.
"Let's go! They're in, it's time for us to clean up the trash outside."Suddenly, it vibrated, and countless ripples scattered around in layers.
The sudden change made Yinjiu lose his mind for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the fire man had already grabbed his neck.
An unprecedented feeling permeated the whole body.
It's the feeling of death!
He felt that what he inhaled was no longer air, but a cold breath of death! His limbs gradually stiffened, and his consciousness could not be connected intermittently. For a second, he even forgot who he was!
The two companions beside him saw that something was wrong with Yinjiu, and rushed to rescue him, only to hear dozens of muffled noises in the air, and all the vital parts of Huoman's body were severely injured.
The two of them were very ruthless and tricky, and any move was a murderous move, but facing the fire man who seemed to be immortal, these moves had no effect at all.
Yinjiu's throat was still tightly held by those hands!
"You are going to die! You are going to die!" the fire man roared frantically.
Suddenly, the sky became darker, as if all the light in this world had disappeared. The next moment, the first ray of sunlight appeared in the sky. Although the light was faint, it indicated that the darkness was about to end and the light was coming!
Boom!
The fire man knelt on the ground weakly, although his severed hands were still tightly pinching the neck of the vulture, but the feeling of death disappeared.
Yinjiu struggled to break his hands off his neck! Unprecedented shame filled his heart, he threw a whip kick in anger, kicking Huo Nan's entire body several hundred meters away.
"Bastard! Don't you want to die! I'll give you my blessing!" Yin Jiu lay on all fours, with only Fire Man in his eyes, a sharp aura of sharp swords was rising rapidly.
"Not good! He's going to be serious!" Arthur's thoughts changed sharply. "Although I don't know exactly what happened, but I can't get out of this predicament without the fire man's help."
After the Yin Vulture had finished gaining momentum, his hands became claws, and he flew towards the motionless Huo Man.
Arthur quickly dodged, stood in front of the fire man, and fought with the vulture.
The two of them came and went, all in that desperate style of play. After fighting for about three minutes, Arthur gradually became a little bit exhausted.
In addition to dealing with the vultures, he also had to beware of two masters who were staring at him, which was undoubtedly too heavy for Arthur.
Just when his physical and mental pressure reached a critical point, a fire man's voice came from behind him.
"A bastard? Yes! We are all bastards!" The fire man said Youyou lying on the ground.
A black flame suddenly ignited from him!
In an instant, all the injuries on his body healed, and his severed arms regenerated!
Watching this miraculous scene, Arthur and Yinjiu suddenly separated and stopped fighting.