Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

As if feeling the gaze, Frost Star turned her eyes and instantly understood the Ghost Shark's eyes - you are not allowed to look at Chen Zhou.

It's hard for Froststar to comment on this.

What is this woman thinking about? I am clearly worried about the old stubborn man's health.

After Ghost Shark warned Frost Star with his eyes, he continued to watch the battle off the field while pinching his hair.

Although the gazes of the female infected were very offensive, like the ungrateful Terra cancer.

But she did not feel any dissatisfaction, nor was she jealous at all, nor did she have any extreme thoughts.

[Are you really not jealous? ]

The nun’s personality in my mind said quietly.

"Tina, I'm not in love." Lauren blushed and defended herself righteously.

Sister Tina is hard to describe.

How did Lauren become Chen Zhou so quickly?

This statement is as difficult to evaluate as Chen Zhou saying that he is a noble person.

......

"You're stronger than Tallulah!"

The Patriot glanced at the overwhelmed armor, panting continuously, "Without me, you could indeed become the next Tallulah."

"I'm honored to be hailed as the next Tallulah by you, but in comparison, I want to be myself and my own leader."

"Well said, kid, what's your name?!" The Patriot's eyes showed a hint of admiration.

There is a saying in Dayan that goes 'No fighting, no acquaintance'. Through this battle, the character portrait of Chen Zhou in his mind became clearer.

He is very ambitious, but he is respectful towards the infected people despite his distance.

It's as if they are looking down upon every infected person equally.

But the wonderful thing is that his ambition is enough to embrace all the infected people in the Integration Movement.

What is my name?

My name is Kobe Bryant.

Never mind, this is just too much hell.

How humorless do I have to be to come up with such a hellish joke.

"My name is Chen Zhou, and my name is Draco. I am destined to walk over your corpse."

A buzzing sound.

The circular saw, emitting brilliant sparks, was wrapped in dark red lightning. Then Chen Zhou disappeared, and whispered something in the ear of the determined Wendigo.

"Old man, if you don't show your full strength, you will die. Return to the dark..."

--call!

In the interval when the Patriots urgently retreated, a terrifying aura rose from the front, blowing the clouds and the earth. This domineering aura permeated the cold night, blended into the air, and condensed into the frost of death in the watery moonlight.

As strong as he was, he was frozen for a moment.

“…The weight of survival!”

laugh!

An arm fell to the ground.

The patriot kicked Chen Zhou away suddenly, touched the empty robe, and felt a hint of warmth.

He was gasping for breath in the wasteland, looking at Chen Zhou, and suddenly burst into a heroic laugh.

"Yes, yes, but even so, I will never give in. Use all your strength, my clan's sorcery, Draco's flames, all displayed!"

After a pause, the Patriot looked at Chen Zhou calmly, his body rippling with red like an altar. "Either defeat me, or be killed by me!"

"Right on my mind!"

Chapter 51 The Final March

"Old stubborn!"

Suddenly, ice crystals flashed in Frost Star's eyes, and when she was about to cry, she blinked hard.

Although we agreed not to take action.

But under impulse, she couldn't help but release the Originium skill.

At this moment, a circular saw was suddenly placed in front of her neck.

"Why don't you try it?" Ghost Shark's threat fell softly.

But when Shark noticed Frost Star's expression, his tone gradually softened.

"Feel sorry."

Ghost Shark slowly lowered his weapon. "But don't you think the Patriots look a lot more relaxed now?"

Froststar was stunned, and her eyes followed the Ghost Shark's finger and climbed towards the Patriot who was releasing the cannibal ritual.

From that naked, wounded figure, she felt a sense of relief from pure combat.

As a member of a race that suffers throughout its life, the old stubborn man bears the pain of two betrayals, the self-blame of losing his wife and children, the trust of the guerrillas' lives, the pressure of the expectations of the infected... The burdens on his shoulders are too much.

So much so that his armor was broken and his halberd was rusted, but he still continued his lonely march that spanned two hundred years.

But now, he seemed to have let go of everything and was only focused on the battle at hand.

Perhaps, this is the destination he chose.

"If you're sad, settle the score with Tallulah after this battle." Ghost Shark sighed.

......

Above the wasteland.

The armless Wendigo leaned on his halberd, knelt on one knee, and released ancient witchcraft.

He used his body as an altar, and the rich scarlet aura surged in all directions like ripples.

Every battle is a fight to the death, every battle means risking one's life, because life will return to the bloodline, and life will live forever in his body.

Rumble!

The moonlight seemed to be covered by a layer of haze, the sound of muffled thunder continued to ring out, and an extremely oppressive atmosphere filled the sky and the earth.

All the warriors swallowed hard, and cold sweat streamed down their foreheads as they watched the monster frantically grabbing their vitality.

On the battlefield, Chen Zhou also noticed that his blood and energy were being devoured by the opponent.

Wendigo, pure power!

He glanced at the patriot with a complicated look.

Chen Zhou unleashed Draco's Originium skills, and blue flames swirled on the saw blade.

He raised the circular saw and swung it lightly.

In an instant, the azure flames turned the wasteland into purgatory. He felt how much love and hate were intertwined, how many ideals were clashing with each other, and how much despair was cast into an abyss. The devouring flames and man-eating witchcraft tore at each other and fought, competing and killing each other, but then each perished.

Under the flames, Chen Zhou felt a little regretful. "Wendigo, stop it. Leave Tallulah's affairs to me."

The racial witchcraft released by the Wendigo was only in a stalemate with Draco's flames and could not add any more strength to him.

The countdown to his defeat has begun.

"Foolish, as a warrior, is this enough? Is this enough?"

In the endless flames, the patriot raised his left hand high, and in full view of the crowd, he used red lightning as wings and condensed blood into a spear.

He hurled a halberd at Draco, who was surrounded by flames.

"I can still move, I can still kill you!"

——Suddenly!

The giant halberd that penetrated the air flow stabbed towards Chen Zhou like lightning. The energy hit the flaming circular saw wrapped in the domineering color, knocking Chen Zhou back hundreds of meters.

"You are looking down on me!"

The Patriot disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was holding a huge halberd in his hand and attacked Chen Zhou again like a star.

"No, I sincerely think you're a hero."

Chen Zhou opened his deep blue eyes, which seemed to have flames dancing in them, and he quickly dodged the Patriot's attack.

"Whether it's fighting against evil spirits or protecting the infected, it's admirable."

Tongues of flame flickered on the saw teeth. Chen Zhou appeared in front of the Patriot at an unpredictable speed and chopped down with a saw.

click!

There was the sound of a giant halberd breaking, causing the Wendigo to stumble back.

"Your faith is unshakable, and your achievements are indelible."

Heavy breathing came from the broken skull, and before the Patriot could rest, the crazy circular saw appeared in his face again.

Bang!

The Wendigo's heavy armor was shattered, and there was a hissing sound of cutting flesh. The Patriot knocked Chen Zhou back with a punch, and the cannibal witchcraft quickly extinguished the flames on the blood hole.

This kid's flames can also absorb life force, and the effect is even stronger than cannibal witchcraft.

"If I had been born a few decades or centuries earlier..."

Chen Zhou's words fell into the Patriot's ears again, and the saw blade with flames entangled and slammed heavily towards Bozhukasti.

"I will definitely make you my best friend."

Bang!

The Wendigo's skull was smashed so hard that it collapsed and the sharp corner on the top of its head broke off. The whole person rolled on the ground several times, and the red light in the corners of his eyes became dimmer.

He was simply too tired and too old, having to fight the flames that were eroding his strength while also dealing with the massive offensive.

"stop fighting!"

Frost Star was shouting on the ruins, sad and angry. She was angry at the old man's extremely stubborn character. Even her persuasion could not influence him in the slightest.

It's like a mountain in the tundra, like a rock on a peak, which makes people want to kick it so hard that their toes hurt.

In the field of vision, the patriot stood up again, clenching his fists stubbornly. Under the collision of the circular saw, blood splattered and he fell to the ground like a big tree.

"Old stubborn... Dad!"

Yelena's heart-wrenching cries were in his ears, but Bozhukas seemed not to hear them.

"You've lost. Is there any point in continuing the fight?"

Chen Zhou slammed the circular saw hard, frowning, feeling mixed emotions.

"A warrior must keep moving forward and never retreat!"

I'm sorry, Yelena.

Wendigo staggered to his feet, a look of determination in his eyes. "If you want to be a leader, you must bear the responsibility of all the dead."

He looked over at Chen Zhou and saw him standing there with a complicated expression, holding a saw. Red lightning surrounded him and flames enveloped him. The endless blue sea of ​​fire bound him like a cage.

Wendigo suddenly laughed heartily, "Draco Chenzhou, your strength reminds me of the battle in the tundra. But why did you hesitate several times and persuade me to stop?"

After a pause, the dim red light in the corners of his eyes suddenly brightened, and he growled in a low voice: "As a leader, how can you be timid and hesitant?!"

puff!

The Originium crystal that was blocking his throat was suddenly pulled out, and rich blood gushed out from the blood pit, staining the Wendigo's broken heavy armor red.

At the same time, he released all his strength, and the blood cavity in his throat was instantly repaired.

Click!

At this moment, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and there were lightning and thunder!

The majestic blood and energy, with him as the eye of the storm, continued to grow stronger, tearing through the haze and carrying with it wind and sand, which was extremely depressing and suffocating.