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Oh, that's fine...

Let's change it again!

In fact, what Francisco specializes in is not the accordion, but the more exaggerated and larger monster-level instrument...the organ!

However, this super giant instrument does not have any movement ability at all, and almost the behemoth that merges with the entire building cannot follow Francis around.

There was no choice but to settle for the second best and find other instruments... After continuous trial and selection, the accordion jumped into his eyes.

Because of its general use feature that allows for easy portability and change of tone, it can take into account the characteristics of wind and string instruments and string instruments, which have been popular among disaster musicians.

The musicians in the entire group that Huai Shi said were more than empty talk.

He can serve as a part-time member not only the wind club or the string club, but as for the percussion club... he left it to Huai Shi to perform at will.

Even if it is useless in frontal combat, Francis is best at restoring source quality, acceleration and hidden various movements. For Huai Shi, there is no other suitable for him than this.

Even if there has never been any training and exercises in the cooperation between the disaster musician and the disaster musician, it is now flawless under the experience and instincts of both sides.

But... suddenly, he seemed to feel something.

He looked up subconsciously.

He stood there in a daze.

At this moment, in the closed building, a terrifying shock spread.

In the crackling of the sword blade, there seemed to be countless birds awakening from the darkness and singing fantasticly.

"Saint! Saint! Saint!!!"

The hallucinatory sound echoed in Ferreo's ears and turned into a craze and roar that kept the soul swaying.

collapse!

The short sword broke through the angrily crackled sword.

The scarlet axe blade swept across the invisible armor stomach, leaving a crack. Then, virtue and hatred blended, and a cross-like scar formed during the storm.

"Varied……"

Ferreo widened his eyes and pierced his sword at Huai Shi's face.

However, he could only wipe his face and pierce into the void, leaving only a few flying hair cut off.

The sound of regret suddenly disliked from the place near Chi Chi.

Afang aimed at the crack on the will armor's stomach that had not been able to be closed, and penetrated it out, and the weight of ten thousand pounds was wrapped around it, causing a thunderous sound.

Since this fleeting moment, Feore roared.

Give it to me, block it!!!

Blood almost burst out from his eyes, and his will turned into steel, resisting the impact of Afang. In the void, sparks burst out, and under the clamp of his stomach and palms, he stuck the iron mace in the air, and was only a thread away from himself.

Just a little bit...

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief at this fleeting moment, he saw Huai Shi who took the initiative to take the initiative to take the lead and the wolf beast hammer that had already been swung in his hand and raised up high.

The hammer of pain appears.

Angry, fill it up!

"goodbye."

The flames gushed like a rocket's advance, and the hammer roared, playing the melody of the final scene.

Smash down!

Not towards Feoré, but towards Afang who was stuck in his chest.

It was as if we had welded the nails into the iron and stone.

After the sharp whistle of metal friction, the storm spread.

The broken long sword flew into the air, wailing and falling.

The cracks on the floor slabs have stretched from Huai Shi's feet to the end of the floor, penetrated through the walls, and cracks have been carved out one after another.

Finally, in the mess, I saw Feole's limbs twisted and vomiting blood.

It's actually still moving.

The broken armor of will still faintly appeared around him. At the last moment, before being bombarded by Afang, he actually built a new level again.

Unfortunately, it is useless.

The moment he raised his head, a sword blade had already stopped in front of his neck.

"Don't get up."

Huai Shi whispered: "You will die if you get up."

Feore's arms slid down with his body, and he had no strength anymore, but on the ground, the face that had fallen off still raised his face with an iron face and stared at his face tightly.

"Really..." he asked hoarsely, "Is there really a whole band?"

"Haha, who knows."

Huai Shi shrugged indifferently and turned away: "Maybe, there is not a single one."

In the silence, there seemed to be a sound of steel breaking, which sounded from behind.

The winner has been decided.

"Feore solves the problem. If you look at the information, there should be another one."

In the stairwell, Huai Shi informed Ai Qing on the other end, but there was no signal sign on the screen.

There are only blind spot alarms.

He was silent and his brows slowly raised.

I smelled the bloody smell spreading from the upstairs, and the scarlet blood slowly dripped from the gaps in the stairs, and the sound was shattered.

"Hey, is Mr. Adrian?"

He pushed open the safe door that was hidden in front of him.

Then, a dead body was seen nailed to the wall.

That was the middle-aged sublimator who was originally left by Adrien's side and also coded as the "Daldi" who was also a master of the medieval swordsman.

At this moment, the spirit and soul have completely dissipated.

In between...

The visitor had already stepped through a pool of blood, leaving scarlet footprints, and walked towards the gate he guarded with his life.

Push it open

In three minutes, in the center of the Sanye Building, in the office, a dead silence enveloped everything.

Adrian was sweating profusely with his cell phone.

On the other end of the phone, a regretful voice came: "Since that's the case, there's nothing to say."

"Wait, General Solomon, no one agrees with your radical plan." Adrian raised his voice and wanted to speak: "If..."

"Escape, Adrian."

The man known as Solomon hung up the phone and finally told him: "You are my enemy before you exit."

A sharp busy voice sounded.

Adrian put down the phone, swallowed and spit dryly, and trembled involuntarily.

It's like falling into an ice cave.

He knew that the situation was about to begin to get out of control.

At that moment, outside the Sanye Building.

Above the sky, the roar of helicopters sounded and descended from the clouds. You could faintly see a line of drooping, and a figure of Mohu slowly landed towards the building below.

The old man's white hair was blown up in the wind, like burning silver. His gray eyes looked down from a distance from a distance, and passed by Francis in the square, retracting his gaze without interest.

And in the square, just a glance, the disaster musician was already sweating profusely and gasping violently.

It was as if you listened to the sound of death through the door.
Chapter completed!