The subtle shrill sound drifted in the night sky, like the groaning/groaning of ghosts, and the low sound of some kind of falcon.

On the desert covered with undulating building wreckage, a white figure swooped down from the sky, and hot blood lines splashed down from the outstretched wings.

A dozen figures in the distance ran fast, their vigorous postures jumped down from the sky against the top floor of the building, smashed a big hole on the ground, and the smoke and dust splashed, and they charged towards them with murderous aura.

"If your wings are broken, how can you still fly?" A cold and dull voice came from beside him. It was a burly man, holding a long chain in his hand, with a ferocious round hammer wrapped around the other end of the chain.

The hammer was covered with fine hedgehog-like thorns, stained with blood and feathers.

"The lackey of the Baroque studio!" Bell covered the penetrating wound on his shoulder, several irregular **** gully skins were split open, and the white clothes were pulled into flocs, looking quite embarrassed.

"Lord Bell's strength is not strong enough to be the patron saint of Alabasta, what a shame!" The strong man waved the chains, and the hammer rumbled and set off a hurricane.

Bell's pupils shrank, and he saw a stream of light shattering the air. He stepped on it and ducked to the side.

The wall behind him was smashed into pieces, and the rotating round hammer easily slashed holes in the wall. Bell glanced out of the corner of his eye, and there were several killers with guns and crossbows on the top of the wall five or six meters behind him. Silvery crossbow arrows roared.

Collapse, collapse, collapse!

A row of silver light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, a cold sweat broke out on Bell's back. He stepped on the sole of his shoe on the ground, swiped his hands forward, and crawled forward with his limbs.

A series of crossbow arrows "chi chi chi" behind him shot into the wall harder than a stone, and a jet-black arrow on the other side was hidden in the darkness, as if a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity suddenly bounced out and bit Bell's thigh.

The arrow shot into the flesh, and immediately nailed it into the root of the thigh. The triangular hook-shaped arrow came out with a piece of flesh and blood, and was tightly embedded in Bell's thigh.

His body staggered, Bell's pupils shrank sharply, and he saw a killer hiding behind the wall on the right. The dwarf-like figure immediately abandoned the sneak attacking gun and crossbow, and slaughtered towards him with a grin.

The guns and crossbows side by side in the back were quickly reloaded, and at the same time they approached with neat steps. The chain hammer head waving in front of them roared. Bell was desperate, but his eyes showed a fierce color. He stomped on the ground with one foot, his waist Swinging his claws with both hands, he immediately scratched the gnome's scalp.

The three **** grooves were dripping with blood, like the eagle's sharp claws pierced three blood holes in the dwarf's skull, and even the brain was brought out when the claws came out.

Bell looked like a beast driven into a desperate situation. His pupils contracted into vertical needles, and half of his wings fluttered vigorously. At the same time, he stood on tiptoe with one foot and leaned against the ground to draw a weird arc.

"Even if I die today, I have to pull a few more scum from the Baroque studio. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any trace of Princess Weiwei." Bell didn't believe that Princess Weiwei was dead at all. He quietly returned to Ala during this time. Bastan, did not expect the change of the situation, and even His Majesty Cobra was killed.

He was deeply embarrassed and didn't dare to make a public appearance, so he secretly investigated and searched for traces of Wei Wei, but unfortunately, the "hyenas" from the Baroque Studio sniffed the traces and chased them down.

No longer fleeing, Bell, whose heart sank into death, immediately killed a few spies when he was about to fight back. Of course, he also added a few more wounds to his body, and a few colored stone ore sewed in his cuff fell down.

The strong man sneered, he bent down to pick up a color stone mine, his palms slammed together and crushed it into gravel that fell from between his fingers. At the same time, he strode towards Bell, and the ferocious iron hammer shattered the air and slammed into it. To Bell's chest.

Bell broke a killer's throat, grabbed the gun and crossbow, turned around and fired it. The silver bolt rubbed the hammer, and dazzling sparks splattered.

In the sour voice, the sharp nails of the ten fingers were all shattered, and the whole person flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

He tilted his head and saw a pair of dark boots in his eyes. A blind bat was embroidered with needle and thread on his trouser legs. Bell glanced up and saw two arms that seemed to be of different lengths, and his right hand was obviously about to grow. However, Qiujie's muscles showed a straight line in violation of harmony, looking like a steel forged gun.

"Are you a spy from the Baroque studio again?"

The next second, Bell rejected the idea, because he saw the "gun gun" raised gently, and the dark gun hole in the palm of his palm was peculiarly aimed at the hammer that was smashing on the opposite side.

"This is the muzzle of fate!"

The man in the short bat hat sneered, his white teeth reflected purple arcs in the darkness.

Bell's eyes widened, he saw that the gun-like arm suddenly flashed a brilliant arc, the whole arm expanded in a circle, and a terrifying airflow was endlessly revolving around the gun hole, and then a beam of purple light like a It was a mysterious poisonous snake that flew out from the palm of his hand.

In the dark night, surrounded by corpses lying down, the moment the purple light shot through the air touched the hammer, a black smoke filled the air, the hard hammer was easily melted, and the purple beam was silent The sound pierced a straight and smooth ballistic path in it.

There is no suspense~lightnovelpub.net~ The beam penetrates the hammer, shoots a fingernail-sized bullet hole from the other side, and then pierces the strong man's chest.

Violent purple light burst, and the smell of scorching spread. The expression on the strong man's face didn't even have time to change. The frozen cheeks were engulfed by the spreading purple light, and the whole body became a coke that was pierced by electricity.

"So strong!"

Bell's heart twitched violently, and then he caught a glimpse of continuous flashing purple light beams, accurately killing the escaped Baroque studio agents on the spot.

There was no smell of blood. All the corpses turned into coke. Although they were all the dregs of the Baroque studio, Bell felt happy in his heart, but also felt an inexplicable chill.

The group of killers who chased him just now was destroyed so easily. Who is this strange man who suddenly appeared?

Bell got up from the ground, then carefully picked up a few colorful colored minerals and put them back in his pocket, then looked at the man and said, "Thank you for saving me, but who are you?"

"My name!" The dull and hoarse voice seemed to have some kind of obsession with the name, and he said firmly: "The sixth apostle, my name is Fan Oka!"

"Van Oka? Apostle?" Bell wondered, this was a name and an organization he had never heard of.

"It was fate's arrangement to save you!" A black line flashed across Van Oka's eyes, he turned to leave, and a faint voice entered Bell's ears: "White Hunter Smog, now the supreme commander of the Alabasta naval branch, There's what you want there!"