Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

A while ago.

Kang De killed more than half of the convoy like a violent wind and lightning and saved the Myanmar mercenaries Uncle Wang had found. However, two SUVs took advantage of the battle to escape and each held a hostage.

It was the two British reporters who had unintentionally taken photos of Kang De fighting on the street.

These two people had nothing to do with Kang De and had no obligation to save him.

However, Kang De still decided to save him.

These mercenaries had done the most shameful thing. Perhaps these two British people would be silenced. Although they had nothing to do with Kang De, unfamiliarity was not a reason to leave them in the lurch.

Kang De's decision had a deeper meaning.

He wanted his father to see that his son had not become a cold-blooded and cruel killer.

Therefore, he immediately pursued.

At this moment, the two cars were already approaching the city. The mercenaries in the car were almost scared out of their wits. The driver stepped on the accelerator and looked in the rearview mirror as he looked. Such an enemy was unheard of and almost impossible to stop. In a short battle and with a large number of casualties, they no longer had the courage to persevere to the end.

"Don't chase after me, don't chase after me, don't chase after me…"

As the driver drove, he chanted.

"Shut up!"

The vice-captain of this team cursed. The Frenchman's eyes changed, fierce and afraid. He gritted his teeth, took out a tied small bag from the box at the side, and looked at the reporter, Irina.

Irina recognized the thing and tears welled up again. "Please! No!"

Then, her mouth was gagged. The Frenchman found a belt and tied the small bag to Irina. He contacted the back car with the walkie-talkie. "Captain, I'm done! What about you?!"

The officer in charge of interrogating Cole in the back car also sounded uneasy and crazy, "Alright! If he catches up later, throw the hostage out! Listen to my order! Come one by one! He won't let us go, so we'll think of a way to kill him! We…"

Immediately after, there was a loud bang from the walkie-talkie. The two people in the back seat turned around and saw from the back window that the driver's seat had been smashed half flat. Blood and corpse fragments splashed out of the shattered front window. That terrifying superhuman appeared on the roof with a sword and destroyed the roof of the car.

The officer's howl sounded from the walkie-talkie. The Frenchman activated his traditional technique.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Clearly, this Chinese person was not as particular as the Germans. Then, the person in the front car heard the officer's scream and watched as he was grabbed by the neck and thrown to the front of the car to act as a human brake pad.

Amidst the flesh and blood, his body disappeared at a visible speed.

The people in the front car cried out in surprise and saw the photographer being grabbed and casually thrown to the street. He only rolled on the ground twice and was not injured at all. Seeing this scene, the people in the front car went crazy.

The vice captain howled and raised his leg to kick the driver's seat. He roared, "Faster, faster, faster!"

The pilot cried, "I've already stepped to the bottom! I don't want to die! I don't want to die here!"

Amidst screams, the car shook violently. Then, they felt the entire car rise into the air, as if a giant had raised this car and thrown it. The car flipped in the air, then the undercarriage faced the sky and fell heavily to the ground.

With a loud bang, the car door was pulled out. Kang De pulled out the person in the back seat. It was a man. The other party could not help but wail and beg for mercy. With a crack, he broke his neck.

He threw it aside and dragged it. This time, it was soft to the touch. It was a woman. Her face was dirty and cut by tears. It was so ugly and her mouth was still stuffed with cloth.

These were the two British people.

Kang De reached out and took out the cloth. He heard an ear-piercing scream. The woman screamed, "C4!"

Thank you, CS!

Thank you for nurturing many FPS games!

Hearing this word, Kang De was not confused. Instead, he reacted to what the other party was saying as quickly as possible. His mental strength instantly seeped out and surrounded the woman. He immediately locked onto the C4 explosive on the other party's back and extracted and activated it, instantly decomposing the detonator.

Without a detonator, the powerful C4 explosive was just plasticine.

Wait!

His expression suddenly changed as he recalled something else. He suddenly looked behind him. Another Englishman was struggling and rolling violently, but his hands were locked by the nylon buckle and he could only look over in despair.

In the next moment, flames exploded.

An invisible shock wave swept over. Kang De raised his wrist guard and opened his atmospheric shield, blocking the attack of the airflow and shock wave. Flesh fragments scattered. Irina cried, "Cole!"

With a black face, Kang De raised his foot and kicked the overturned car until it rolled up and flipped over.

In the back seat, a Frenchman was still twisting the detonator in his hand in panic and fear.

However, the bomb on Irina could not explode no matter what.

When he saw Kang De, he subconsciously took out his gun, but he was grabbed and his arm was twisted. The Frenchman screamed. Kang De had already taken a grenade from him and smashed it into his face with the other party's desperate howl, shattering all his teeth and stuffing it into his mouth.

He pulled open the latch.

It kicked him more than ten meters away.

Explosion.

The mercenary in the front passenger seat wanted to escape, but he was also shot in the head and died.

Flesh and blood were scattered on the street, along with the remains of the explosion. Screams and cries sounded in the houses on both sides. Kang De stood in the middle of the street with the crying woman beside him. The world was real and fake as if he was in a dream.

He sighed and racked his brains. Apart from "It's okay", he could not think of anything to comfort the other party at this moment. He could only reach out and pat his shoulder.

The foreigners did not know shame at all. They immediately carried him up and cried.

On the battlefield, smoke rose everywhere, and sputtered flesh and blood were everywhere. Only a ghost would have any charming thoughts here. Kang De's heart did not fluctuate. He half-carried this woman and leaned forward to check the driver's seat to see if this car could still drive—he had to leave.

At this moment, a muffled sound and a sharp scream sounded from afar.

Kang De was already very familiar with this voice.

It was the sound of a mortar shell cutting through the air.

In the recent battle, Horus had bombarded the elf army.

His expression changed drastically as he looked up into the air. Dandelions bloomed, and countless white smoke lines fell to the ground, mixed with other bullets that whistled down.

"F*ck!"

He picked the woman up by the waist and a scroll slid out of his sleeve. A violent wind gathered and sprayed in the opposite direction, rushing into the sky. Experience in the elf battlefield had shown that wind spells could blow down the falling phosphorus medicine.

However, the mortar landed in more than one place, not only here…

He flew out and ran up and down the roof streets. When he turned to fly, he turned around and saw the Flower of Death blooming in the sky, and the flames of destruction continuously fell.

Then, the ground shook. Fireballs soared into the sky, and flames shot in all directions.

It was like a fixed gasoline bomb…

What was going on?!

Smoke, flames, screams, and flames bloomed in the commoner area. It was not only this place, or rather, it enveloped the entire city. The target of the attack was not to cover here, but to cover the entire city…

What was going on?!

Air waves flew, and flames rose. Another gasoline bomb exploded not far away. Screams sounded, and people continuously ran out of the dense houses, crying and shouting.

Attacks continuously continued.

Kang De changed direction and rushed to the location of the explosion with Irina in his arms. He placed the woman by the nearby wall and patted her face. "Stay here!"

The flames were already burning.

Sticky gasoline flowed continuously, burning and burning everything.

Kang De ran towards the place where the scream sounded. There were still the cries of women and children. Irina looked around in a daze, then cried and chased after Kang De, staggering behind him.

Flames rose everywhere along the way. Kang De pressed down on the wall and ran. His mental strength pierced and extracted the flames. Elements gathered in his palm, and the fire gradually extinguished. He stepped on the remaining heat of the flames and walked past the hot smoke field. He discovered the source of the increasingly tragic cry in the houses at the end of the street.

It was a not-too-wide courtyard. The bomb exploded, and napalm splashed here, causing a fire. Kang De extracted the flames and rushed in. The fire that the water could not extinguish dissipated.

However, there was another burning man struggling and screaming.

The napalm stuck to him like oil paste, as if it was burning forever. The man slapped the flames on his body crazily, but the fire only grew larger. He rolled to the ground and rolled, but the flames did not extinguish. Instead, they spread throughout his body. Through the flames, the burning wound had already turned sauce-purple. The accelerant in the napalm was violently poisonous and had already begun to corrode his entire body.

Not far away, a little girl was tightly hugged by her mother and called her father. The mother and daughter cried in despair and tried to approach, but they did not dare to go forward. They could not do anything and could only watch their relatives struggle in pain. They could only cry and shout helplessly.

The man on the ground was rolling desperately, struggling and wailing, as if he was in hell. He twisted his body desperately and instinctively struggled. The burning oil was almost thrown out by his actions and flew around. This was the source of the fire. In the ball of fire that flew everywhere, the mother and daughter dodged desperately, but they were unwilling to leave. They could only cry helplessly…

Perhaps it was an instinctive effect, or perhaps it was for other reasons, but the wailing man could not think at all under such pain, but he struggled desperately to leave the mother and daughter.

A fireball flew over. His mother subconsciously dodged, but her hair was brushed, and the flames almost instantly ignited.

In the next moment, a cold light flashed.

Half of his hair was cut off by the sword edge, blocking the spread of the flames. Kang De held his sword and turned around. He looked at the struggling fire man and heard the cries of the mother and daughter. This person's entire body was almost burned through, and extracting the flames could not accurately strip away this flame, let alone this injury… Even if he used all the medicine, he could not heal it.

He could only wail in pain here and wait for the long descent of death.

In front of his wife and daughter.

Kang De took a deep breath.

The blade streaked past like a meteor.

It pierced his neck and cut off his cervical spine.

The struggle continued, but the pain quickly dissipated. The burning man's body was still twitching instinctively, but his eyes cleared for a moment. He glanced at Kang De, then dimmed.

The cries behind him stopped for a moment, then suddenly erupted.

Kang De did not turn around.

His mouth was pursed, and his hands were pale from the effort. He thought of the blood that had once stained his hands, the blood of an innocent person. He did not dare to turn around or look into those two eyes.

Kang De closed his eyes. The blood and fire of Glory Sand seemed to be in his ears yesterday.

Then, he opened his eyes and strode out. He exerted strength in his feet and soared into the sky, jumping in the direction of the mortar. He swept through the sky, his eyes as cold as the blade.

F*ck.

His.

Mom.

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