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Chapter 2053:The Sound of Grim Reaper's Calling

“Hang—”

The sound of the tsunami sounded from the snow.

It was the sound of a tsunami of snow.

Under the cold and light of the sword, the snow was lifted up like a tsunami, and then melted into water at a speed visible to the naked eye and disappeared.

The knife passed by and fell straight on the head of a Slepunia.

“Hush—”

With a bang, the carriage made of metal was easily hit by the sound of a "spring" and was cut in half straight.

“Oh, hey, hey—”

The sound of sadness, immediately follow.

It was not only the sound of the sorcerers of Russian teachers, but also the sound of ordinary villagers in the convoy.

The sudden movement, and even people think that the bomber in the school city finally began to play its original role, intending to turn the whole land of Russia into a sea of fire, and was dropping bombs in the air, which made both sides of the enemy and me scream.

As for Blanch, it fell out of the carriage cut in half, and the wretched rolled in the snow.

The head is blank.

Although consciousness can remain awake, it cannot understand the immediate situation.

You know, Sruponia is not only a metal carriage, but a real spiritual suit.

Through the miracle called magic, the crystallization of power that can be realized like magic is actually cut in two by a knife.

Just kidding, right?

Of course, while it was not possible to understand this reality, Blanchett understood at least one other thing.

That is, they were attacked.

When Blanchelle understood this situation, all the other Russian magicians understood it.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Before Blancha got up from the snow, one by one, the Russian magicians shouted in a collective way, manipulating Sleponia and rushing toward the attackers.

In that case, it was intended to use Slepunia as a chariot.

Srupnia also uses that.

Once, the Russian teachers in the battlefield will be special defensive force, able to cross the war-torn scorched soil Sruponia into it, relying on its charge, hard to break the enemy's formation, the enemy's sorcerer group to collective annihilation.

Otherwise, Slepnia would not have walked so swaggered on Russian territory at the chemical battlefield.

However, seeing this scene, Blanchett screamed.

“Not to!”

Unfortunately, it’s just now, it’s too late.

“Uh-huh-!”

The knife, again.

This time, it’s not one, it’s number.

Several cold knives crossed the snowfield, setting off a storm of snow, and at an alarming rate, they fell hard on the body of Sruponia.

“Hush—”

At the same time as the blaze sounded, the metal-made carriage clothed the front back road, and all were hit out, disintegrated in mid-air, and scattered into a pile of parts.

One by one, the Russian magicians fell out of the steel compartment, like Bransha, and rolled to the ground as he screamed.

In a blink of an eye, a team of several wizards from all over Russia collapsed under the attack of unknown-prospecting attackers.

Blanchard watched this happen.

Then, while the head finally succeeded in running, he suddenly pulled out his legs and ran.

But Branshire wasn’t trying to get out of here.

Instead, Blanch was running in the direction of the convoy.

“Fleeing?”

How can I escape?

Recalling the attack of the amazing speed in his mind, Bransha could not imagine his successful escape, but he could easily imagine himself being cut in half by the knife light that bursting from behind him, and the blood was splashed on the spot, and there was no whole body.

So Branca knew she couldn’t run away.

To escape is a dead end.

The only way to live is the villagers who were escorted.

“Take those villagers as hostages!”

In this way, there may be a way to live, and the most important thing is to be able to use the villagers as a shield to help themselves gain time to escape.

What about the safety of the villagers?

The Joke.

If you worry about this, Blanche will not send these innocent villagers to the camp.

But Blancha’s footsteps soon stopped, and her expression became stiff.

The reason is simple.

"It's all right, don't worry."

Only to see, a beautiful girl with gorgeous purple long hair, like a star shining like a star has liberated the vehicles in the convoy, opened the door of the charge, will hide inside, the faces of the villagers to save, and even in order to eliminate the other side of the uneasiness, the voice is particularly soft.

This makes the girl's voice extremely beautiful, as if the sky, quite pleasant.

Blanchard was not pleased.

“The damned!”

The last line of help was cut, and Blancha was irritated and took a dagger full of characters from her arms.

Obviously, it’s also a costume.

“Go to death!”

Blancha raised her hand's dagger.

As long as the dagger is waved down, the trajectory of the front of it, the atmosphere will be attached to the "cut" nature, so that the invisible shackles up to 20 meters ruthlessly kill the enemy, the enemy's ** torn.

Blaserie Blancha didn’t find out at all.

When they were attacked, the bodies of the attackers had not yet given any killing.

But now, the deadly killing has been released.

So...

“Hang-huh-!”

**The tearing sounded.

The cold light crossed Branchana's high-lifted hand and cut off his dagger's hand.

Blood spilled from the sky.

“Oh, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Blanch’s screams echoed the same, full of pain.

Bransiah, who had broken arms, screamed and stepped back.

I didn’t know, behind it, that there was already a man standing behind him.

“Aw...”

One hand, holding back Branshy’s shoulder.

“—”

Blanch’s screams came to an abrupt end.

From behind the sound, calm into his ears.

"I would have asked how many Russian bases had been built in this area around, what actions had been taken by Russian teachers, whether the Orthodox Church in Rome were active nearby, what was the situation of the Russian military, how much information should be asked, so that I still wanted to keep my mouth to live..."

Listen to this voice, Blanchard understood.

“Ah...”

It was the voice of death from hell.

Branshah’s consciousness, broken here.

“Hang-huh-!”

With the sound of the blow, Blancha only felt that the field of view in front of him was spinning, and he fell to the ground.

And in the end, Blanchett saw her own body.

He lost his head's body, and his neck was spraying blood on his side.

Blanch’s eyes also slowly closed.

On this day, a team of magicians in Russia was completely destroyed.

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