The next morning, when the morning sun shone down from the sky, the execution ground in the center of the city was already full of people.

The execution ground was more than a thousand square meters, and was surrounded by strong evil spirits and heavy soldiers holding guns. In the center of the execution ground, there were thirteen soldiers holding unique guns. They looked cold and had fierce faces. The barrel of the gun in their hands was facing the middle-aged man who was stained with blood on a cross in front, looking extremely embarrassed.

This middle-aged man was Frans, who once enjoyed the reputation of the God of Weapons in the dark world of civilization and civilization, but now his fate is extremely miserable.

His originally neat hair now looks messy and soaked in cold sweat, which is extremely greasy. His tough face is covered with eye-catching whip marks, and blood is dripping with black blood, constantly flowing down the corners of his mouth.

His strong limbs and his scarred body were firmly clamped on the cross. Because of the torture, his whole expression looked extremely depressed. Moreover, because the lock was too tight, the wrist of his left hand was already covered in blood. You could see the deep traces left by a handcuff, and you could see the bones inside, and blood kept dripping along his wrist.

As for the God of Weapon Frans, his proud right hand, was forcibly dismantled with brute force, leaving his right hand with blood and blood, leaving only the part above his elbow, dripping blood and bare.

In addition, his strong body was covered with countless whip marks, and there were burn marks left by Luo Tie on his chest. It was obviously cruel torture and interrogation, which made people feel extremely distressed.

Who can still recognize this guy is Frans, who once enjoyed the reputation of God of Weapons in the dark world.

The hero is at the end of the day, the tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by the dog!

Who would have thought that Frans, the once famous weapon god, would end up like this?

In three years, there are so many things that are changing, so many that it is hard to tell.

Of course, the decline of the weapon god Frans to such a state is not only because of the changes of the times, but more importantly, the King's Palace led by Limia annexed all his forces and land and issued a desperate pursuit order to him. Limia even secretly united the American forces so that he had nowhere to escape, and closed him to a dead end.

The former hero has now become a bear and a prisoner. This feeling and gap are too big. I wonder how Frans, the God of Weapons, would feel.

Moreover, even the God of Weapon Frans has fallen to such a point. I wonder what those powerful men who once dominated the world would become?

A judgment table was built directly in front of Frans, the God of Weapons. In addition to the guards on the judgment table, there were three particularly eye-catching and powerful figures. They all exuded a strong evil aura, which made people feel a strong pressure.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked fifty or sixty years old and had a bit of white hair. His face was strong and like a tiger, with sharp light flashing with his eyes. His strong body was in a unique light blue military uniform, with the rank of major general, and his slender and powerful hands were wrapped in characteristic black leather gloves. His whole body exuded a powerful and sharp aura, which made people dare not approach him easily, and could only look up at him.

Judging from this guy's momentum alone, this guy actually has the peak level of the Grandmaster. He is a famous major general in the United States and is called the Red Tiger. It is rumored that the blood genes of the tiger clan in the starry sky alien race were implanted into his body. He has the speed of tigers and leopards and the extremely powerful attacks of tigers and tigers, and has a great influence in the United States.

Next to Chihu, two young men stood, one with long hair and a headscarf, a dark green military uniform, and a trench coat, holding a sharp ancient sword in his hand, which looked particularly agile and elegant. This guy's strength is also extremely strong. He is a very rare master of swordsmanship who is proficient in sword skills. He has the rank of major. His name is Polk, and he is famous for his sword skills.

Another young man had short hair and a cold face. He was wearing a unique black leather jacket, two unique pistols on his waist, and a unique sniper rifle on his back. He exuded aura as sharp as a long sword unsheathed. Especially his right eye, the pupil inside was scarlet, as if he could see through everything, and his strength seemed particularly extraordinary. He was the peak master of guns trained by the United States. He was proficient in various future technologies and could use them to strike at high speed. His name was Polzow, and he was Polk's brother, and he also had the rank of major general.

In addition to the three of them, there are hundreds of extraordinary special forces soldiers around. It is difficult for anyone to rob the law and rescue the tortured weapon god Frans.

After all, a major general who has reached the peak of the Grandmaster, two majors who have reached the peak of the Grandmaster, and countless soldiers with modern guns and fusion of superpowers and genetic modifications can be regarded as a particularly powerful force anywhere.

It is conceivable how rapid the United States has developed over the past three years, and so many powerful people have emerged and transformed.

Chihu raised his head and looked down on the body of the weapon, Frans, the God of Weapons, with his head hanging down, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "Frans, after all, you were also a stolen person back then, and you were called the God of Weapons. Now you have become a prisoner. I wonder what words you have to explain before your death?"

Hearing Chihu's words, the God of Weapon Frans slowly raised his head, and then fell on him, just glanced at him and closed his eyes again.

"Dare you still pretending to be indifferent when you die? It's really a commendable courage! The time is here! Execute!"

The strong murderous intent flashed in Chihu's eyes, and his eyes were patrolling around. A different light flashed in his eagle-eyed sharp eyes. With a wave of his hand, a cold sound came from his mouth.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

As Chihu finished speaking, the thirteen soldiers who executed the execution all loaded the guns in their hands at this moment, and then were about to pull the trigger.

"Slow down..."

However, at this moment, the cold and strong murderous intent sounded quietly at this moment.

As the sound rang out, under the shocking eyes of countless people, two slender figures walked slowly with a strong aura.
Chapter completed!