Fantasy World Transmigration - 669. Chapter 669

The commissioner trapped in the reception room and the key members of the Suez Canal Company glanced at each other, and the guards who protected them suddenly burst out. The most terrifying thing was the two arrows shot from tricky angles. The fierceness caused a sense of alertness in Chen Ang’s heart. He pressed his right hand on his waist, and the translucent silver light fan, which was slanted like a fan, with a radius of a sword was fleeting.

Split the two arrows in half from the middle, the castration was over, and they fell to the ground.

At this time, the silver sword light in the air dissipated, and the British could see that the weapon Chen Ang was holding in his right hand was a soft sword that was extremely flexible and could even be wrapped around his waist. The sword light was as clear as water and the blade was tough. It was straight and sharp in Chen Ang’s hand, and no one could imagine that this sword had just been wrapped around Chen Ang’s waist with a relatively large curvature.

“England Longbowman!” Chen Ang looked at the two British soldiers behind the commissioner. The yew longbows in their hands exposed their identities. This peculiar body shape with extremely strong upper body and deformed chest and back bones is difficult to make. People do not think of the English longbowmen who resisted aggression before the British Industrial Revolution and frightened the invading armies of the European continent.

It’s just that Chen Ang did not expect that this kind of ancient arms would still be retained by the British in this age of advanced thermal weapons.

At this time, the two British soldiers who rushed out of the reception room had already arrived in front of Chen Ang. Although they were wearing British military uniforms, their yellow complexion and distinctive features of the plateau race all showed that these soldiers were not British. The peculiar weapons in their hands, like doglegs, further demonstrated their identity. Those holding Nepali machetes were the Gurkha warriors who had dealt a huge blow to the British army.

After the British conquered Gurkhas, these Gurkhas hired a large number of these warrior Gurkhas to participate in the suppression of India’s uprising against colonial rule. The Gurkha warriors are disciplined, brave and good at fighting. The physique of the plateau race makes them tough, believes in Hinduism, and advocates ascetic rituals, which gives them a strong will to endure pain.

Two scimitars slashed towards Chen Ang’s vitals mercilessly. These Gurkha warriors had a very high tolerance for pain and were almost slow to respond to pain. They were skilled in martial arts, and most importantly, they were not afraid of fear. Dead, often willing to die with the enemy with their lives, these two Gurkhas are the best selected by the British army.

After some mysterious rituals of Hinduism, they are proficient in yoga, their bodies are extremely agile, and they have great strength. The positive strength is not lower than that of the blood family. Of course, if the two sides fight hard, the blood family will win in the end, only because the blood family has Nearly immortal recovery ability.

The Gurkha warriors are still humans.

The long sword in Chen Ang’s hand is slightly bent under his capacity, and the blade draws a curve, accumulating elastic power potential energy, and the tip of the sword sways with the bending of the blade. In Chen Ang’s hand, this extremely difficult weapon to use , Flexible like a vicious snake, but when Chen Ang stepped forward, he cut a deep bone scar on the wrists of the two Gurkha warriors.

The dogleg knife could no longer hold the castration, and got out of the hands of the Gurkha warrior.

The sword light flashed again, and the faces of the two were scratched with a deep scar by the tip of the sword. The scar passed over the eyes of the two, and cut the eyeball under the protection of the eyelids into two halves.

“Ah!” The Gurkha warriors gritted their teeth and endured the sharp pain in their eyes. They still wanted to fight again, but Chen Ang had passed them, and the blood race following them soon dragged the two who lost their vision. At this time, Chen Ang was only five steps away from the British commissioner. He stepped with a sword. The long sword in his hand was drawn out like a blue dragon in his sleeve, and he stabbed a British soldier who came up to stop him.

A black priest next to the British commissioner put one hand on the Bible, and hurriedly read the Latin scriptures. He made the front of the cross, made of gold and inlaid with precious stones, emitting bright light. , The blood family behind Chen Ang snorted, and the skin exposed to the holy light seemed to be burned, falling off and scorching in large chunks.

Three other barefoot black soldiers rushed up quickly. The Maasai hired by the British from the most proficient tribes in Africa were tall and vigorous. The spears in their hands were extremely flexible. Advance, or joint attack, some seduce the enemy, some resist the enemy, the three are like one person, killing three heads and six arms, it is difficult to parry.

If the blood clan standing here was attacked by the Holy Light, they were suddenly attacked by the three of them. Even if Hong Fan came, he would suffer a big loss.

It is a pity that it is not Hong Fan standing here.

Chen Ang stretched his left hand down, and a silver P229 pistol in his sleeve fell into his palm. With the shaking of his wrist, the sword of his right hand trembled like a flower, but it was implicitly fierce. Entering the enemy’s vitals, while firing with his left hand, he calmly killed the two longbowmen who were faintly threatening.

He strode incessantly, and the gods blocked and killed the gods all the way, leaving a corpse in one place, until he came to the front of the British commissioner.

At this time, the kinsmen who were covered by the holy light in the rear have also returned to normal. They have absorbed the blood lost by the dead around and quickly recovered. Several people have already followed Chen Ang and killed them. The black The priest was yet to resist, and the cross in his hand was gestating a fierce counterattack, and Chen Ang opened his neck.

The blood on his neck touched a black-clothed blood group behind Chen Ang, making him mad, roaring, and rushing into the center of the reception room. The face of the Suez company executive in the middle changed drastically, and he shot again and again to try to stop him, but his speed Just like the wind, it immediately deceived a few people and pinched the necks of two of them. The blood-powered nails have pierced their arteries.

The British commissioner saw Chen Ang already standing opposite him, and hurriedly shouted: “You can’t kill me. I am a hereditary baron of Great Britain. Kill me. Even if you are a blood clan, you will be in big trouble. As long as you can let me go, I will inform you of all opportunities related to the Empire!”

Chen Ang’s expression was only faint: “No, we will get it ourselves!”

He stepped aside, and the blood baron who followed him suddenly looked up from his hood. His pale face gave him a unique evil spirit, but the British commissioner apparently recognized him and called in horror. Out loud, he screamed like a little girl: “Wingate! Wingate, former commissioner in Egypt!”

His voice was horrified and a hint of surprise. Since Wingate was transformed into a blood clan, it proved his fate, about the same. Although he lost a lot of power and benefits, he had at least one life. And you can enjoy the life of immortality.

So when Wingate bit his throat, he didn’t mean to resist.

Soon the commissioner turned into a corpse and was thrown on the ground like rubbish by Wingate. Wingate fell on his knees and reported: “Master, I have read his memory and learned about the British plan. .”

Chen Ang calmly said: “Relevant information is submitted to the intelligence team, and now we are going straight to Huanglong!”