Darkness and coldness came at the same time.

Qiao opened his mouth, and blood kept spewing out of his mouth.

The heavy rain roared down, causing Joe's eyes to hurt and hurt.

Thousands of thunder passed by behind the thick black clouds, causing a terrifying loud noise.

In the direction of the old fort, a low roar continued to come, and the sound of trains passing by at high altitude rolling and trembling, the earth was trembling, and flames rose into the sky, and the white shock waves exploded into the rain curtain.

Near the pink mermaid, missing shells kept falling, and dozens of magnificent mansions collapsed, burned and turned into ruins due to the explosion.

Qiao stared at the man holding the iron rod holding the pointed iron rod pierced through his chest with both hands. His eyes were covered with bloodshot, staring straight at the man holding the iron rod.

"Highlander..." Qiao finally spitted the word out of his mouth.

He has a burly, tall, long face, slightly curly hair, a faint smell of sheep, dark skin, but the face is sunburned red. This is a typical appearance of a highlander.

The four big men laughed at the same time, their smiles were ferocious. One man pulled out a round-headed sword and made a move to slash Qiao's neck.

"One head, ten gold coins. The head of the imperial black skin dog floated 50% up." ****, in the thunder, Qiao heard the vague murmur of the man holding a war knife.

Joe struggled, blood blocking his throat, and he wanted to tell the four Highland thugs that if they were willing to send him to the church hospital in Tulum Port in time for treatment, he could give them a thousand ‘ten gold coins’ and even more.

The dull sound of horse hooves approached rapidly. On the street lamp poles of the Tiaohui Lane, the gas street lamps that were shaking randomly by the strong wind scattered a quiet light. A pitch-black war horse roared, smashing the rain curtain, rushed out of the dark shadows in the alley, and came to the place where the street lamps shone.

A policeman wearing a silver-plated high-top copper police helmet roared in a low voice, and the small cloak behind him was blown by the strong wind, and it was 'rattle'. He raised a double-tube flintlock rifle in his left hand, and 'boom' was two shots.

Leaving the air-shooting rifle, the silver-helmet policeman waved his saber and charged towards the four plateau mobs.

The heavy rain dissipated the white fog, and the street lights in the Tiaohui Lane were quite bright. The mount policeman saw Qiao lying on the ground covered in blood.

He didn't see Qiao clearly, but in that black police uniform and outstanding "burly" figure, only Qiao was so tall and fat in the police station in Tulun Port.

"In the name of imperial laws... go to death!" The saber tore the air, split hundreds of huge raindrops all the way, and slashed straight towards the man holding the sword.

The man in the plateau holding a pointed iron rod lowered his head and rolled, rolling in the rain for several occasions. Two bullets almost wiped his scalp and stroked, and Qiao even heard the slight sound of the bullet shattering his hair.

Unfortunately, after all, it was a failure and failed to hit the target.

Behind the Silver Helmet Mounted Police, five Mounted Police riding war horses and bronze helmets, followed by speeding up.

Holding a battle knife, the highland man who wanted to behead Qiao, roared lowly. He slid backwards, holding the sword back with his left hand and lifted it upwards.

The Silver Helmet Policeman's saber slashed on the sword, and a crisp sound, two sharp long swords broke the gap the size of his thumb at the same time. The Silver Helmet Policeman rushed past, and at the same time made a loud shout: "Shoot them to death and treat their companions."

The man holding the knife swung his right hand back heavily, and the silver helmet policeman almost broke his arm with the impact of the war horse. His body was shaking violently, and before he could stabilize his body, the war horse had already hit him.

Joe heard the harsh, clear sound of bone shattering.

The galloping war horse collided head-on, and almost all the bones on the upper body of the man holding the knife were smashed.

The five bronze helmet police officers in the back raised their left hands at the same time, each of whom was holding a double-tube flintlock rifle. The dense gunshots sounded, and ten heavy bullets tore the rain curtain.

Two plateau men standing there had no time to dodge, and lead bullets pierced their bodies, and blood kept spewing out of the wound.

Qiao vomited blood while smiling weakly.

Saved, saved.

Mounted police in Tulum Port are one of the two most deterrent forces of the Tulum Port Police Department.

These Mounted Police are basically veterans who have been demobilized from the army. They have undergone rigorous military training and have fought with the enemy on the battlefield with real swords and guns. They are basically dead and brave and good at fighting. They are real elite policemen. "Elite soldiers" like Billy are not even worthy of helping them carry their shoes.

A standard six-man squad is enough to defeat bandits who are several times more than their own when they are head-on.

Qiao vomited blood in big mouthfuls, his fingers trembled, trying to take out a pill from the dark bag around his waist.

It was a pill that could save your life.

The person who gave Qiao this pill once told him solemnly that as long as his head was not cut off on the spot, as long as his heart was not broken on the spot, the pill was enough to keep Qiao alive.

The shadow in front of him became thicker and his body became colder. Qiao tried his best to take out this life-saving pill.

A violent roar came from the rain curtain.

The young man with two poison-tempering scimitars easily repelled the bloated and huge monster, and I don’t know how he rushed into the Tsing Lane.

He hissed and roared, waving the scimitar in his hand with great force.

The blood rushes, and the plateau man who was hit by a war horse and flew backward, his head flew high. With the shrill sound of the scimitar breaking through the air, his body was cut into seven or eight pieces. With the blood sprayed by the scimitar, the walls on both sides of the scimitar alley were dyed red.

The plateau man who rolled on the ground and avoided the silver helmet police bullets screamed: "Mad slaughter, my own people!"

The huge monster rushed towards him with heavy steps. He stepped on the belly of the plateau man who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up. The plateau man suddenly twitched his body and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Owner?" The huge monster roared in a low voice: "No one is his own! A little rookie, crispy!"

The huge body shattered the rain curtain, and white mist roared. Crazy Tu roared and hit the Silver Helmet Police's war horse. With a dull loud noise, the strong war horse made a painful neigh. It was knocked back and flew out at the same time.

With one blow, the war horses and the police flew back more than thirty feet and hit the five policemen who were charging behind.

A burst of people slumping on their backs, war horses roaring, and the police officers cried in pain.

Kuangtu laughed, and he rushed over with great strides. The scimitar brought cold light. The two policemen who were lucky enough to jump off the back of the war horse in advance. They avoided the impact only saw a flash of cold light, and their bodies were chopped into more than a dozen pieces by the scimitars that were slashed one after another.

"Crispy." Kuangtu smiled strangely.

A sharp police whistle came from behind, and heavy footsteps came down the alley.

In just a few breaths, a group of policemen wearing black uniforms, round bodies and plump faces, who could be called "outstanding representatives" of the Tulun Port Police Station ran over the testimony alley.

Kuangtu raised his huge scimitar and grinned at the group of irritable policemen.

A group of policemen froze at the same time and suddenly stopped.

Kuangtu waved his scimitar and slashed at the six war horses that were squeezed into a ball. The scimitar tore the air and made a 'hissing' squeak'. The flesh and blood flew everywhere, blood splattered, and the fine limbs spurted out dozens of feet, and the alley suddenly turned into a flesh and blood slaughterhouse.

Qiao lay in the rain, tilting his head, and staring helplessly at this tragic scene.

The heat flow in his chest became hotter and hotter, fear and anger coexisted, roaring wildly in his heart.

More than a dozen round and chubby policemen screamed strangely at the same time. They turned around with difficulty, then lowered their heads and vomited. While vomiting, they used all their strength to eat, and turned around and ran away with a strange cry.

Large pieces of phosphorescent moths fell from the sky.

They fell lightly on the police, and then the bodies of these policemen quickly shriveled. Without taking a few steps, they turned into skinny mummies and fell heavily to the ground.

The white mist was once again rich, and the slight sound of the flute was quite subtle, like sharp steel wires gently tying on the human heart.

A black shadow wearing a bowler hat and a short cloak, with a small package behind his back appeared beside Qiao. He looked down at Qiao, and a hoarse laughter sounded in the alley of the secret meeting.

"Praise the Corrosive Spirit...What a surprise harvest, a prey with such a strong blood."

"Little cuties, come, come here, there is a perfect meal waiting for you!"

The moths of the big buns flashed with phosphorescence and fell rapidly from the rain, quickly covering Qiao's body.

Thin mouthparts pierced deeply into Qiao's skin, penetrated into his flesh and blood, and began to swallow his blood and his life.

Joe could no longer move.

Dozens, no, have now increased to more than two hundred black rats over a foot long pounced on them and rushed towards Qiao, trying to compete with these strange moths for Qiao's flesh and blood.

Joe's eyes were completely dark and his whole body was completely cold.

In the boundless darkness, Qiao Wei's heart was filled with a fist-sized heat that became more and more intense, spinning wildly.

In the darkness, Qiao saw two huge blood-colored eyes.

The bloody eyes flashed for a moment, and then the vast blood flames were released, replacing the boundless darkness.

War, violence, death, and all fear and killing that has been brought about, all sin and evil, all ominous and unspeakable strange existence...

High above.

Supreme.

Holding power.

Be arrogant.

A great existence originating from all primitive!

Two blood-colored eyes stared at Qiao. The concept of ordinary people could not perceive, could not touch, and had no right to know. The concept of absolute isolation surging in the blood flames all over the sky, roaring.

A voice exploded in Joe's soul.

"In the name of crimson!"

In the secret alley, in the accumulated water, Qiao, who was already cold and stiff, suddenly spoke: "In the name of crimson."

A blood ray of light came up in Qiao's heart.

There was a 'bang' sound.

His heart had stopped beating for three breaths and suddenly beat violently.

Thousands of moths lying on him and sucking blood were blown to pieces at the same time.

More than two hundred black mice that rushed towards him were wrapped in bloody flames, and then screamed in horror.

The black shadow wearing a bowler hat and the crazy scimitar holding a scimitar, their bodies trembled at the same time, and then there was a constant spurt of sticky blood from their orifices.

Qiao, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up, and a faint light of blood floated on his skin. He closed his eyes and punched the black shadow wearing a bowler hat.

‘Bang’!
Chapter completed!