man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 310 Finale (4500 words)
In an instant.

Darkness is coming!

The bloody moon hangs high.

Behind the army, shabby-clothed "witches" beat human skin drums and danced in ugly dances. Under the bone masks, they sang sad and melodious ballads in cadences and enchanting tones.

They dance and sing.

Dancing and singing, the pale bones on their faces, the dark holes, blood flowed down the mask, dripped down the skin, and flowed down the fingertips to the human skin drum.

One side of the human skin drum was covered with a layer of evil blood, and the blood was absorbed instantly on the surface of the human skin drum.

Around the blood moon, a hazy layer of purple mist filled the air.

"Is this the thaumaturgy your son mentioned?"

Zheng Haoran pushed open the door, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, almost invincible.But he didn't dare to be careless.

If such a weird scene was in the past, it would definitely cause him to call out "witchcraft", but after learning about "foreign people", "doorways" and "thaumaturgy" from his son, Zheng Haoran was surprised for a moment , I understand why.

"Times have changed."

Unknowingly, weirdness prevails in the world, and strange people emerge in large numbers.

Under the blood moon, some of the barbarians belonging to the "Moon Clan" became no longer afraid. Their eyes were bloodshot and they laughed strangely. They took out a pair of iron claws from behind with both hands, put them on their wrists, Slightly hunched over, crouched low, with black shadows and loose long hair, he looked like humanoid wolves standing up in the darkness.

Zheng Haoran led his army out of the canyon.

The "morale" behind him is like a rainbow.

The rainbow light shot straight into the sky, competed with the blood moon for glory, and turned back to Zheng Haoran.

If someone else was present, they would definitely be able to see Zheng Haoran's body at this moment, as if surrounded by a layer of thick flames, almost condensed into a substantial "morale" burning on Zheng Haoran's body like arrogance, like a round of scorching sun.

"kill!"

Including Zheng Haoran, Zheng Jiajun's eyes were already red.

Although Lao Li and the Zheng family army didn't know what happened, they only knew that under Zheng Haoran's "control", they seemed to have inexhaustible strength, inexhaustible strength, and tireless swinging of their knives.

kill kill kill!

"Oath to defend the territory!"

"If you don't break the Northern Man, you will never return it!"

"I will never pay it back!"

The day suddenly turned into night, and no one in the Zheng family's army showed any fear in the face of such a strange event.Or, under Zheng Haoran's "domination" at this moment, they only have pure fighting spirit in their minds at this moment, they are unparalleled in bravery, and they have long forgotten about "fear".

Charged several times, Zheng Haoran was like a sharp arrow. Behind him was an army that suddenly became invincible, easily tearing through the defense line of the Northern Man army.

They charged in the wilderness and fought among the barbarians. No one could block their swords, and no phalanx could resist the iron hooves of the big horses.

At this moment, the Black Wind Horse, which Beiman was so proud of, shivered under the neighing of Dagan's war horse, and lost its former prestige.

Zheng Haoran, it's like entering the land of no one!

kill!

kill!

kill!

100 people, 200 people, 500 people, 1000 people, 5000 people.

I don't know how long it took to kill, and there are corpses all over the field.Zheng Haoran's saber had already been broken. During the charge, he relied on a pair of pure flesh fists to easily break the barbarian's neck with every gesture. With every punch and palm, the opponent's armor was as fragile as paper.

"kill!"

As Zheng Haoran became more and more proficient in the use of "Control", he opened his tiger eyes, his fierce light rose sharply, and he waved his big hand, condensing into the invisible morale of "Tiger", pressing down on the Northern Barbarian army like a mountain.

thump!thump!thump!
In the northern barbarian army, Zheng Haoran's hundreds of people had already broken up the formation, and they were in disarray.Under the pressure of "morale", in the northern barbarian army, many people stopped their movements without warning, rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fell back straight as if possessed by an evil spirit, unconscious personnel.

In the northern barbarian army, due to Zheng Haoran's sudden "strength", patches of barbarians fell down like harvesting wheat, and the horses trampled over them, adding countless dead souls out of thin air.

"We won't lose! Hahaha!"

After laughing out loud three times with a maniacal expression, an unknown soldier suddenly collapsed with his horse and man without a sound.

died.

With a thought in his mind, Zheng Haoran turned his head to look at the fallen body.

After charging again, dozens of soldiers died on the field with both men and horses.

They obviously didn't suffer any trauma, but they still died.

Zheng Haoran's tiger-shaped visor reflected the glow of the blood moon, and the shadow of the "Li Hu" raging over the battlefield suddenly stopped, and returned behind Zheng Haoran, entrenched in the void, like a majestic fierce god.

No one noticed that as more and more people died on the battlefield, the thick blood flowed by itself, converging into pools of deep and shallow pools of blood.

The horse's hoof stepped on the blood puddle, and the sticky blood splashed, stirring up whirlpools.

There is more and more blood on the battlefield.

Like a deep red pool.

The blood moon in the sky gradually distorted.

Behind the northern barbarian army, no one noticed that the group of madmen who were originally responsible for beating human skin drums and dancing the night dance, turning the day into night, died one by one while dancing and singing after bleeding from the seven orifices.

No one noticed that the drumming had stopped.

No one noticed that the singing had stopped.

And no one noticed...they died.

Obviously the drums stopped and the singing stopped, and the night was still night, not turning back into day.

In the sky, the purple monster mist is thicker, filling the night sky, like a huge cover, covering the battlefield.

Through the purple mist, the shape of the blood-colored moon became distorted and weird due to the mist. From a distance, it looked like a terrifying bloody face hanging in the sky, as if it had frozen an evil smile.

Zheng Haoran couldn't remember how long he had killed.

His fist was covered with sticky flesh.

When he came back to his senses, there were no "creatures" standing in front of him, and the corpses of the barbarians were piled up like a mountain.

"I also……"

Zheng Haoran's eyes showed a bit of bewilderment, he looked at his fist.

Looking back suddenly, there are only a few hundred brothers left behind him who rushed to kill him.

Lao Li's complexion was pale, withered visible to the naked eye.

Zheng Haoran's lips moved slightly, just as he was about to say something.

Lao Li shook his head, smiled and slowly raised his fist towards Zheng Haoran.

At this moment, under the influence of "rule", they are connected with each other.

One look, one movement.

There are only a hundred soldiers left, and there is no trace of fear on their faces.

They seem to have known their end.

Some people say that the best destination for a soldier is to die on the battlefield.

So, they came here.

They killed many barbarians, killed many, many, killed them, killed them, killed them, and killed an enemy army ten times their size.

Blood earned.

Following Lao Li's movements, soldiers one after another raised their fists at Zheng Haoran.

They move very, very slowly.

But when the fist was raised, it moved little by little, as heavy as a thousand weights.

A strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

More than a hundred major cadres were surrounded by tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers. All around them were empty corpses. The ground was a thick pool of blood. In the pool of blood, they were silent and raised their fists at Zheng Haoran.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and everyone raised their fists calmly and powerfully, looking like a row of eternal flesh and blood sculptures.

"General Zheng."

"General Zheng."

"General Zheng."

"General Zheng."

Zheng Haoran silently raised his fist towards them, touching each other in the air.

The "voice of the heart" of the soldiers flowed into their hearts through their morale.

It was a pure call.

At this moment, they handed over their lives to Zheng Haoran.

"I, Zheng Haoran, I'm sorry!"

"If you are still my Zheng Haoran's soldiers in the next life, I will... bring you back in triumph!"

Old Li looked up to the sky and shouted loudly: "Triumph!"

Everyone raised their arms and shouted loudly: "Triumph!"

far away.

A sharp figure rushed towards Zheng Haoran like a black lightning bolt.

"Zheng Haoran!!!"

The wolf king has primitive and rough battle patterns tattooed all over his body, his long hair is loose, and his expression is ferocious, like a desperate wolf.

Zheng Haoran turned around and punched him blankly.

Boom!
This punch completely drained the energy of Lao Li and the others. They kept raising their fists on their horses with smiles on their faces.

dead.

not moving at all.

click!
One punch!
Without any bells and whistles or tricks, the wolf king gathered all his strength and punched Zheng Haoran. Zheng Haoran also responded with his fist directly.

In an instant, a terrifying air wave crushed the surrounding corpses, and the flesh and blood flew around. With the two of them at the center, the cyclone generated was like a huge meat grinder, strangling everything that was left on the battlefield.

The right arm of the wolf king and Zheng Haoran made a series of crisp sounds in an instant, and it was bent eighteen folds. The severe pain of the broken bone made the wolf king's face distorted in an instant, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Some strange pictures flowed into Zheng Haoran's memory along the wolf king's fist.

boom!
The overwhelming air wave was divided by Zheng Haoran's body. Looking back, Zheng Haoran left a conical gully on both sides. He blocked the wolf king's punch and protected the brothers who died behind him.

"Old Li, Xiao Deng, second baby, third son, stupid..."

Zheng Haoran read the names of everyone who died one by one.

He speaks very fast.

It is clear that everyone's name and face are clearly remembered.

These are his soldiers.

Of course he remembered.

Zheng Haoran stood in the open space.

A pair of invincible iron fists dripped with blood.

The barbarians watched helplessly as their spiritual pillar, their wolf king, was punched out by Zheng Haoran.

The wolf king dragged on the ground for dozens of feet, dying.

Zheng Haoran stood there like he was at the end of his battle, but no one dared to step forward.

The hundred soldiers behind him, even though they were dead, stood still as if they were still alive!
An army of less than a thousand people!
However, they charged and killed in the wilderness, killing their [-] army, and broke their courage!
This is a battle that is enough to be recorded in the annals of history, where one man's strength defied the sky, and he won more with less!

This is also a... miracle that is destined to be unbelievable by the world!
"call……"

"call……"

Zheng Haoran stood, under his visor, let out a long breath, and the hot air condensed into a blood-colored mist.

"liquor."

The wolf king staggered and got up.

He ordered someone to bring a jar of wine.

At this moment, his right arm was completely broken, dripping with blood, and the white bones pierced the skin, which was extremely terrifying.

But he didn't seem to feel it, holding a pot of wine in his left hand, stepping on the sticky blood, stepping over the corpse, getting closer to Zheng Haoran, until he came to Zheng Haoran.

The wolf king stepped forward, and there were still more than 2 people left on the side of the barbarians. They completely wrapped up the exit of the canyon. Zheng Haoran was left alive with only one person alive, unable to fly, but no one dared to step forward and take Zheng Haoran's life.

A demoralized army is no longer an army.

Now, they are just a group of people with weapons, nothing more.

The wolf king sat in front of Zheng Haoran, tore off the seal with his left hand, and threw the wine jar towards Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran raised his head and took a sip, then threw the wine jar back to the Wolf King, and sat down opposite the Wolf King.

His face could not hide his exhaustion, and the tiger-shaped shadow behind him was still as majestic as a mountain.

The wolf king drank wine, squinted his eyes, and looked behind Zheng Haoran. He seemed to see the terrifying shadow and fell silent.

"You have a son?"

The wolf king suddenly asked.

Zheng Haoran chuckled: "What, you want to give birth too?"

The wolf king also smiled, with a trace of hatred on his pale face, as pure as the snow-covered smile on Bagnamo Mountain: "If I can go back alive."

The two of them took a sip and shared the wine.

Affecting the wound, they coughed up blood from time to time, but the more they drank, the more enjoyable they became.

Zheng Haoran: "Unless I die, otherwise, you can't make it through."

"Why bother?" The wolf king looked at Zheng Haoran with piercing eyes, "Your soldiers are all wiped out. Even if you go back alive, Daqian will not be able to tolerate you."

"If you can't tolerate it, you can't tolerate it, you don't understand."

The wolf king was silent for a moment: "Son?"

"My son grows up to be promising, that's enough."

The wolf king drank the last sip of wine.

"Do not believe?"

The wolf king shook his head: "Who can tell what will happen when you grow up."

In Zheng Haoran's mind, Zheng Xiu's resolute and handsome face, calm eyes, grinning, very happy, like a friend's gossip, he couldn't help bragging to the Wolf King: "My silly boy is called a single name. Words, Xiu! Cultivation of self-cultivation! Lao Tzu has been fighting all the year round, and he has a murderous spirit. This name will make him feel a bit of a book! My child, follow me in spirit, follow his mother in face, and he will be mighty and handsome in the future. Believe it or not ?”

The wolf king shook his head: "I don't believe it."

"How about making a bet? Even if I, Zheng Haoran, are at the end of my strength, I will kill you tens of thousands of people easily. Just bet with one punch. If I die, I will be considered a loser. I will do a great job behind me and let you trample on me."

"What if I lose?"

"I'll save your life." Zheng Haoran's breath was stagnant: "Promise me that you won't step into the great world for 20 years."

"Then..." The Wolf King nodded, "I will have a wolf boy."

"That's just right!" Zheng Haoran raised his head and laughed, stood up and raised his fist towards the wolf king: "After this battle, let our children meet when they grow up."

The wolf king narrowed his eyes, and Zheng Haoran's confident tone was clearly saying that he was sure to win.

Only if he wins, the wolf king can go back alive, and with the shame of a loser, live for 20 years, fulfilling Zheng Haoran's promise not to invade Dagan for 20 years.

Zheng Haoran thought very clearly, if this wolf king dies, the next wolf king will be born, with such a wolf nature, there will never be peace in Daqian.From the fist of the wolf king, Zheng Haoran knew that the wolf king was a person who kept his promise, so he made a "20-year agreement".

"If you have a son, you can become brothers with my son! If your baby is a little girl, and my silly son likes it, you can form a husband and wife!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zheng Haoran slapped his head, it was over, he forgot that the child had a daughter-in-law, and that daughter-in-law was very fierce.It's just that the words have been spoken, and Zheng Haoran can't take them back.

"Inappropriate. Neither you nor we will tolerate this kind of thing happening."

The wolf king hesitated.

"I'm not afraid of heaven and earth, the world's constraints are bullshit! Who said that Dagan and Beiman cannot intermarry? Are you afraid?"

The wolf king stared: "Who said I was scared?"

"Hahaha! It's okay, we will see it in 20 years! Perhaps, the day our children become sworn brothers or get married will be the time when the two countries cease war and the world will be peaceful!"

The wolf king smashed the wine jar to pieces.

"In that case..."

The wolf king raised his head and looked at the bloody full moon twisted and twisted in the sky.

His hair stretched out bit by bit, fluttering on top of his head, it was several feet long, like a monster.

His body swelled like a balloon, and the battle marks on his body glowed with terrifying blood.

"I will use all thaumaturgy for the rest of my life, I will trample my way,"

"Just for this punch,"

"After one punch, no matter whether I win or lose, I will never be able to punch again for the rest of my life."

"This is... the king's final restriction."

"The one that can only be used once in a lifetime... Absolute Wolf!"

"Zheng Haoran!"

(End of this chapter)