Starlight sprinkled down from the sky, dazzling and beautiful to the extreme.
However, as the starlight sprinkled down from the sky, countless flowers of blood bloomed. The alliance army soldiers who led the charge were like weeds that had been blown by a strong wind. They fell to the ground in rows, accompanied by the cold light that filled the sky, forming a strange and beautiful painting.
The sky was filled with cold light in front, and Zhou Zhao's figure was behind. His figure was as fast as lightning, but he was not stained by a trace of dust, and he was extraordinary.
"Shoot, shoot!"
"Kill him! He's not an angel, he's a demon!”
At this moment, the allied army soldiers who had yet to get close saw countless people in front of them die instantly. Immediately, everyone's faces twisted in fear.
However, compared to their reactions, Zhou Zhao's movements were much faster. Ever since the Purple Cloud Divine Art entered the ninth level, Zhou Zhao's light step could cover a distance of more than ten feet. That was a distance of dozens of meters. Therefore, in an instant, Zhou Zhao had already mixed into the army and started a crazy massacre.
Bang bang bang!
Continuous gunshots rang out, but they all missed. Following that, Zhou Zhao had already fallen into the ranks of the alliance army, and was continuously striding forward. Within a radius of a hundred meters around him, specks of silver light that filled the sky were constantly advancing. Rows of soldiers did not even see what was happening in front of them before they had already completely fallen.
In just a few dozen breaths, the countless silver lights in front of Zhou Zhao had already plowed out a long mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
"Fire at the first charging formation!”
Marshal Simon, who was standing in the temporary command center in the distance, watched this scene. All the hair on his body stood on end, and his throat was dry. He kept roaring and giving orders. This was not a human at all. He was a demon with angelic wings. Even if he had to sacrifice a portion of the allied army, he had to be killed.
Otherwise, when the demon arrived, the allied soldiers who had yet to attack would all die.
"Yes, Marshal!"
The messenger beside him also saw the allied army being cut off in the distance. Countless allied army soldiers were lying on the ground. Everything in front of him was like a dream. The messenger saluted and ordered the soldiers beside him to signal the cannons and heavy machine guns at the rear to aim at the attacking allied forces.
In fact, seeing the soldiers who were attacking at the front wailing and dying under the silver light, the soldiers at the back gradually began to panic. Everything that was happening before their eyes was too unbelievable.
However, very soon, everyone saw the flag signal. Kacha kacha! In an instant, the cannons and heavy machine guns were aimed at the soldiers attacking in front.
"Fire!"
Following the order, dozens of artillery shells instantly landed on the first charging army formation. In an instant, countless allied soldiers were blasted into dismembered limbs by their own artillery shells. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and they let out incredulous screams.
In fact, many of the soldiers who were the first to charge had their vision blocked by their comrades in front. They couldn't see what was happening in front of them at all, nor could they see the silver light that filled the sky approaching them. Therefore, when they were bombarded by the army behind them, everyone was dumbfounded.
"Son of a b * tch, Simon wants to kill us!”
"Ah! We are charging at the front and the British are plotting against us.”
"What happened? Why did you hit us? F * cking French army, British army, brothers, turn around!”
In an instant, the allied soldiers in charge of the first charge were both shocked and angry. They began to turn their guns and fight with the British, American, and French soldiers behind them. The scene was chaotic.
However, at this moment, Zhou Zhao dodged this wave of bombardment and once again walked out of his Portable Space to begin the massacre.
An hour passed. After Zhou Zhao beheaded a general who was covered in medals, other than a few scattered allied forces that were fleeing for their lives, the ground outside Beijing was already covered with countless corpses of the Eight Nation Alliance. Large amounts of blood had soaked dozens of miles, and even the soil was filled with the smell of blood.
At this moment, the undamaged part of the city wall was already filled with countless people. All of them were staring blankly at the mythical scene. They felt as if their heads had been hit hard, and they were in a daze. They wondered if they were dreaming.
Zhou Zhao glanced at Beijing City. His current mission number one had already been exceeded by who knows how many times. Then, it was time to complete the second mission.
[Mission 2: Kill Yates.] Xing Zhen.
Zhou Zhao thought of the second task and couldn't help but look up to the southwest. His body was surrounded by silver ribbons formed by dense embroidery needles and he put them back into his portable space. Zhou Zhao walked a few dozen feet with each step. His clothes fluttered and his long hair danced. He was otherworldly and holy, and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.
In the evening, the news spread through the telegram, and the world was in an uproar and shocked.
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