While his body was running forward, Prisra loosened his sword body, then took a few steps away, stretching a short distance. He spitted out blood and turned to look at him. The remaining captain had been grabbed by a man with blood on his face, and his head fell on his shoulder without strength.

The captain's body was thrown over. When in the air, a bullet hole appeared on the body. The hot bullet came to Prisla in an instant. The muzzle could not be seen, and there was not enough time to avoid it according to the ballistics. Prisla urgently avoided it, but most of the bullets were still hit on the layer of hand-woven clothes.

The chest was sunk instantly, and Prisra slid one or two meters away from the power of more than a dozen bullets before stabilizing his body. Bullets with some smoke fell on the ice, and they did not eventually break through the defense of the clothing. At this moment, the clothes on Prisra's chest seemed to have become denser in an instant, and had been strengthened by some slender substance.

Blood was coming out of his mouth and nose. Prisra tightened his muscles to stop the blood that was penetrated by the sword in his chest, and fled to the reverse direction away from the team. In one or two breaths, there were less than twenty people left around. On the other side, Novia, a deadly sniper, was there. Almost every ordinary sniper bullet that he didn't have to save at all. No one had the energy to help him, Prisra knew this.

Zero is dead? Prisra saw clearly that the person who stabbed him just now was not Yi. Even if he could change his appearance and change his breath, in his feeling, the gap between Yi and the man could not be made up by disguise. Yi was definitely dead. Prisra exhaled a breath of heat, and the tight clothes all became dense at this moment, revealing a sense of compactness like a leather combat suit.

The leather-like skin is gradually deepening the color. Prisra has been letting his hands drop naturally and has not thought of pulling out the gun. The power of the tunnel pistol is all on those special bullets, and their rate of fire is not as good as ordinary bullets. Prisra has never had this idea to hit the enemy in this environment.

"We may be able to make a deal." Prisra held the pneumatic sword in one hand, keeping the impossible distance between the two, "I can give you both the signal transmitter and the two solid red mercury." With no nostalgia, Prisra directly left them all in the middle of the two, "You should not be an ally of Ernes. If you rely on interests to connect, I am willing to give you four times the bargaining chips in exchange.

"These things are mine," Casia replied, "It's just for yours." With the same action, Casia threw away the musket, took out the two signal transmitters in her pants pocket, and shook them, "I don't lack these things."

"So, there is no room for negotiation between us?" Prisra stared at the two signal generators, cracked her mouth and said with a smile, her teeth carrying blood, and heated up, covering his face for a while. "I was born in Sanfei Connection Network Company. Compared to Ernes and the others, the benefits I can give are definitely more than those of him and the others."

"Let you go this time, if you have a chance in the future, you will definitely seize it. And I admit that the benefits they give now may not be as good as you, but they are not sure in the future. Dead people are worthless, and this should be something that will never change in the empire." Cassia plucked the pneumatic sword to consecrate, and Prisra still smiled, "Are you ready? Your potential value may be the highest."

Cassia came to Prisla the next moment and stabbed him with a sword, but retained half of his strength, and his speed slowed down according to his injury. He could feel that besides Ernes and others, there were other people around him observing here from a long distance.

Probably Andrew and Cassia pulled back the aerodynamic sword blocked by Prisra and attacked again. Based on the recoil force from the sword, Cassia kept adjusting his attacks in a subtle way so that Prisra would not have room for counterattack. If he had the idea of ​​killing Prisra directly, when he observed the distance when he was just observing the red mercury, Cassia did not think he would have a chance to escape. In terms of strength, Prisra could not catch the sword body and prevent him from moving. But Yi was dead, and the remaining Prisra must help him finish the last bit of work.

Everything outside the plan has been completed. According to the current speed of the assessor's hunting of ferocious creatures, the assessment may be completely over in one month. In terms of time, it can be appropriately connected with the agreed time with Cassiehe. While thinking, Prisra continued to wave the pneumatic sword and attacked him, and the smile on his face remained unabated, as if he was in the final stage of madness.

A large tent spark was blooming between the two, and the temperature of the red hot sword body could be felt by the face. However, Cassia did not feel the pressure from these attacks. Compared to when she was trained by Bobang coach in the military school, whether it was sword skills, strength and speed, the gap between the two could not be gradually caught up with just time.

With a sword, Cassia moved to the side of Prisra, and while pulling it out with a slant, she swept Prisra's body with her feet. As expected, she jumped up and avoided it. Cassia saw the next attack trajectory of his pneumatic sword and directly knocked it away.

He tried hard to adjust the angle and posture in the air, but the accumulated injuries seemed to be triggered again. Prisra sprayed several mouthfuls of blood in the air, and the sword wound on his chest was torn apart again, dyeing his clothes red.

After rolling several times before stabilizing his body, Prisra had already thrown away the pneumatic sword when she half-kneeled in the snow with her back to Casia. At this moment, he took a breath and spread his arms suddenly, and then closed in front of his chest at an extremely fast speed, like a bear hug. The plural trembling sound of strings burst out at the same time, and they all moved towards him.

Cassia's body tensed instantly, and the sudden sound made him capture a faint danger around him. The sound ripples seemed to be out of thin air. Even though the hearing had already captured it, nothing was revealed in the picture where the surrounding terrain and objects could have been reproduced in another way.

You can only see the source of the sound ripples, which are countless moving lines. If it is not that the speed of movement is so fast that it cannot be captured, then they are too slender, exceeding the range of perception that Cassia can "draw" it in his head at this stage.

His body suddenly rushed towards Prisra in an instant, and Cassia held the pneumatic sword back and blocked it behind him. When the pneumatic sword felt like it was being pressed by something, the clothes on his arm were instantly cut open, and dozens of wounds rolling blood appeared on his skin. Light green blood oozed out from the wound, and under the white smoke, the sound of strings breaking sounded from Cassia's arm one after another.

The smile on his face disappeared, Prisra turned her head and looked at Casia who was standing behind her, glanced at the wounds cut by the slender objects on her arm, and the light green blood beads, and snorted coldly.

"It seems that luck has not been standing,,," Prisra's words seemed weak. As he spoke, he lowered one hand at an extremely fast speed to get the special ammunition at his waist, and at the same time he tightened his other arm. The skin that was pulled to a tight state can be seen. These tough thin lines that could hardly be captured by the line of sight were emitted from the leather-style skin. But all the movements were captured by Cassia, and the hand was tightly clamped by Cassia in the middle, and there was no possibility of taking out special ammunition.

Before he finished speaking, several sniper bullets were almost connected in a straight line, appearing out of thin air from the front of both. When he found the ballistic line formed by the bullets shuttled through, the first bullet had hit Prisla's heart, tearing a small gap in the dense clothing. The second bullet then came, expanding the gap, and the third bullet came, piercing through the clothes, breaking a piece of blood and flesh into pieces, and leaving a gap in the layer of clothes on his back. The fourth and fifth bullets successfully penetrated the dense clothing, with a rotating atmosphere, hit Cassia's left shoulder, who had some reaction time to avoid.

"Dong" The snow covered with snow five or six hundred meters ahead of him exploded at this time, and a snow line suddenly appeared, quickly connecting to both.
Chapter completed!