Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

The mysterious masked man jumped down from the air, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the three bandits as if he had teleported, brandishing a knife.

The owl's head.

A head flew up into the wind.

The headless body fell down helplessly, and scarlet blood spilled all over the tent.

The mysterious masked man grabbed the head of another dazed bandit with his other hand and threw it aside. When he looked at him again, there was no head at all, just a mass of rotten flesh with holes pierced through it.

Then, the tip of the knife easily pierced through the third bandit's body, cutting him in half.

The spurting blood dyed his mask scarlet.

In the blink of an eye, the three bandits were dealt with without any pain!

"Be careful, stand back, stand back!"

"Sniper, quick, hit him, hit him!"

There was a continuous sound of whistles and human howls.

Another small round of arrow rain.

The mysterious masked man flashed and took a small step. Another round of arrows shot at him bypassed his body and hit behind him. With an inaudible chuckle, he grabbed the arrow and with another sword energy, he directly shattered the entire tent.

The sword energy in the tent was repeatedly stirred in the air, and the sharp sound of birds kept coming out.

As long as the long-range weapons approach him, their trajectories will be distorted by his strange ability and they will never hit the right target. Even if an arrow flies to the mysterious masked man, it will pass through him directly, like a ghost.

A bandit dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground with a strange smile:

"...Haha, did I fall asleep and not wake up yet?"

The other bandits no longer looked at Minister Huang, but fled behind them in a clean and tidy manner.

The mysterious masked man let them escape, holding a long knife that was not stained with a drop of blood, and walked towards Minister Huang step by step:

"I'm here to kill you."

Chapter 65: What on earth are you?

"What grudge do I have against you?"

Minister Huang stared at the masked man who came with ill intentions.

He calmly took off the handle of a small staff from his waist, shook his hand, and the upper and lower ends of the staff extended out by themselves, with flames burning at the tips. His other hand was hidden in the dark.

The robbers were all shrewd people. When they saw that the enemy was coming for Huang Laodeng, they fled in different directions skillfully. The braver ones even rushed into the cellar where the stolen goods, meat and grain were stored to collect the valuables.

The masked man walked silently, and suddenly turned into a flickering black shadow and attacked Huang Renzhao.

Huang Renzhao was frightened by the sudden increase in speed. He first spit out a string of his own blood, then raised his staff, allowing his Originium skills to resonate with the small Originium crystals on the ground, and the surrounding temperature began to rise rapidly.

The boiling blood evaporated in the air, stirring up water mist.

No matter how Huang Renzhao dodged, he was still cut by the black shadow, and the tiny wound was exposed in the air.

In an instant, Huang Renzhao's expression became extremely terrifying.

If he continued to fight with his wound exposed in such a high density of Originium crystals, he would be infected with Ore Disease even if he won. Da Yan would not do anything to the infected, but the infected would definitely not be able to enter the palace.

Are officials who cannot enter the palace to attend the morning court still officials of the imperial court? Are they still third-rank ministers?

Huang Renzhao had climbed up for so many years just to enjoy the position of the third rank and make up for the previous losses. But now he was only one step away from becoming an infected person. How could he accept this?

Even through the mask, Huang Renzhao could feel the mysterious man's face underneath the mask laughing at him.

"You... then die with me!"

"die!!"

His face flushed red, and he used the Origin Stone technique desperately.

The Originium crystals on the ground were heated red, burst out from the ground, and flew towards the masked man.

The masked man took a step backwards, and in the blink of an eye, he had passed through the heating source stone crystal flying towards him. He seemed to sneer, holding the long sword, and continued to move towards Huang Renzhao in a completely unpredictable way.

He sometimes backed away.

Sometimes he walked to the left, sometimes he stopped.

The faint murmur echoed in Huang Renzhao's ears.

None of Huang Renzhao's attacks could hit the masked man.

Even if the original crystal was heated and exploded, and a range attack was used to deal with him, he could still change his position through a small step, and then get closer and closer to Huang Renzhao!

The distance was so close that Huang Renzhao could already see the reflection on the blade he held high!

"Don't come over here!"

The afterimage of the blade echoed against the dark moon.

A hand flew into the air.

The white stars in the masked man's eye sockets became bigger and bigger in Huang Renzhao's eyes. Huang Renzhao used his instinct to dodge the attack that should have cut him in half, but his right hand was still cut off by the unpredictable angle.

He looked at the masked man with a horrified expression, then suddenly smiled and aimed the broken end of his arm at him.

Boiling blood spurted out from the broken arm!

Faster than an etched bullet, hotter than a volcanic eruption!

The boiling blood flew towards the masked man like grenades.

Then, there were explosions as dense as raindrops!

Huang Renzhao was blown away by countless violent attacks at close range.

In mid-air, his expression was twisted and pleased with the success of his plan: "Hahahaha, now, how do you feel? You come to kill me? You are fit to be buried here!"

Huang Renzhao looked at the ground with satisfaction, and his expression froze.

The masked man stayed where he was with a knife in his hand, and four drones released shields in front of him, forming a fluorescent quadrilateral.

He shook his finger at Huang Renzhao in mid-air, making a silent mockery.

Before Zhao Huang Ren Zhao delivered the final blow, the masked man took off his mask.

The black sword energy continued to grow in Huang Renzhao's eyes. There was no way to hide, and he was doomed to die. He looked past the sword energy and looked under the man's mask. He just wanted to know who killed him before he died.

Then, Huang Renzhao couldn't help but widen his eyes.

There is no human face beneath the mask.

It was pitch black, a blackness that was even deeper than the dark blue lightless night. The white light that emerged from the bullet holes in the mask was his eyes.

"Who on earth are you!..."

Chi Chi.

The sword energy cut Huang Renzhao in half.

The hot blood was spilled on the ground and steaming.

Using a posture that did not allow the mysterious masked man to use his full strength, Huang Renzhao's upper body fell silently to the ground, and his lower body hung on the dead tree. The mysterious masked man retracted his long sword, and the black on his face disappeared.

He was naturally Yuan Congqian who was driving nonlinearly throughout the whole process.

Family members, who knows?

Using non-linear movement to impersonate Uchiha Obito was very impressive. Lao Deng's operation was quite good. He used his severed hand to spray boiling blood, which really caught Yuan Congqian off guard and he was almost hit by the backhand.

The Chen family soldier who was controlling the drone trotted over, not daring to open his eyes to look at Yuan Congqian, and lowered his head: "Young man, you have great martial arts skills."

When you don't know what abilities the other person has, there's definitely no problem in talking about martial arts.

They didn't dare to face so many crossbows. At most, they could attack three at a time, and they would definitely get injured. This masked man not only didn't even have his clothes torn, but he could kill people as if he was in an empty space. He was simply a monster!

Of course, he couldn't understand why the masked man could dodge the rain of arrows, nor did he know who the masked man was.

But he knew that he couldn't see the masked man's face.

"The timing of the drone is great. Chen's got capable people."

"I just used the drone energy to prop up a shield for you. You can dodge it yourself. I'm really ashamed."

"After all, Minister Huang didn't rise all the way up from the Ministry of Revenue. He was too confident in his own abilities and didn't even bring a bodyguard with him."

Yuan Congqian did not rashly approach Minister Huang's body, fearing that he might have a trick up his sleeve to make the corpse explode. He reminded him, "Use the drone's thermal imaging to confirm that his body has little heat, then pack it up and say that he was killed by bandits."

He lowered his head even lower: "Yes. The other bandits are..."

"Don't let any of them escape. Let them identify each other and tell what they have done. Catch the newcomers and the old hands. Those who have done the most dirty things should be killed on the spot and their heads should be handed over to the court."

"Killed on the spot?"

"We are here to suppress bandits. Do we still want to keep the bandits from Galway to threaten us?"

Yuan Congqian looked like a weak and feeble-faced relative of the emperor.

The Chen family soldier nodded in agreement, but in his heart he recalled what he had seen from the drone, Yuan Congqian chopping melons and vegetables like in a horror movie.

No matter he used a camera, thermal imaging, or other recording equipment, Yuan Congqian's face was always black.

Subconsciously, he shuddered.

Chapter 66: The Second Joke of Fate

Mine in the northwest tundra of Ursus.

The mine has no name, no fire, no light, only snowdrifts, maple trees and the Ursus garrison stationed there. It is remote and small in size, not belonging to any city, and there are no settlements around it.

There are countless mines like this on the snowy plains of Ursus.

In the warm room, two cups of freshly brewed pine needle tea were placed on the polished maple table. The source stone stove was silently lit, emitting a yellow flame, and all the cold seemed to be isolated outside the wooden shutters.

A soldier with a thick coat of snow on his head walked into the room, breathing heavily, and hung his coat at the door. When he got warmer, he reached into the pocket of his coat, took out a soaked letter, and slapped it on the table.

"I'm glad we have a new job."

"what's up?"

The soldier twisted the envelope with his knife.

"The Northwest Command wants us to send a group of people who are the most hardworking and can eat less and persist in high-intensity work in any environment. It would be best if they have served a few years in the mines."

"You must be kidding. All those who have spent a few years in the mines are infected. What are they going to do with them? Use them as bombs?"

The soldiers in the room were shaking their heads.

"We can't wait to kill the infected, but we can't let the command know about this."

In the mines supervised by the garrison, they are the local emperors.

The life and death of all miners, the fate of all miners, are all determined by them. Because the damn infected people in the mines died too slowly from overwork, the soldiers also invented a new way to have fun.

Every day, a team of miners would draw lots. Those who drew a black lot would be shot on the spot with a crossbow.

“We don’t have the power to refuse, because we are the lowest class to be refused.”

The soldier who came in to deliver the letter said: "Chernoborg has become rich and wants to build an industrial platform for Yan Country, but he doesn't want to send people, so he will look for the central cities. The central cities will look for the northwestern cities, the northwestern cities will look for the garrisons, and the garrisons will look for us."

"We are in the northwest of the empire, and Che City is in the southeast of the empire. Do you know how far the distance is? From here, we send the infected to Yan Country? Why don't you let us send the infected from Sargon to the East Country?"

"I guess he's serious. Checheng has traveled across half of Terra to find someone, and our investigators will also travel across half of Terra to find the people on the list. I guess the lazy soldiers just reported our names directly."

A soldier told a joke and the soldiers around him laughed.

After delegating the tasks layer by layer, they are the ones who provide the manpower.

Now that Ursus is developing heavy industry, how can there be extra experts to support Yan Country? Just go with a group of miners and the industrial platform blueprints that are 20 years behind, and let Yan Country figure it out.

"Then what should we do? Send someone?"

"Someone's here. Do you want to disobey the command? If the command investigates, both you and I will be subject to military law."

The soldier threw the welding smoke from his mouth onto the table, searched for a moment, and gave the messenger a list.

"Send those with long sentences over there, they are the unlucky ones on the anti-counterrevolutionary list. As for those with short sentences, we must find a reason to bury them in the ground and kill them while they feel their hard days are coming to an end."

"Their sentences are several hundred years, and there's no point teasing them. Send them away."

……