In this hustle and bustle of night, there were countless shouts, shouts, noisy screams and uniform praises.

At this moment, there is a new rhythm again.

The tide is surging.

It was like a mighty ocean tide swept across the face and set off a hurricane, which caused everyone to stagnate in an instant, and they lowered their heads in astonishment to see the torrent that was surging.

In the deep moat, at this moment, it started to surge violently.

It's like boiling.

No, this is... boiling!

Countless dead fish and water-acoustic species began to appear on the river surface as the temperature of the water rose sharply, and the stench of fish mixed in the gradually hot water mist and rose.

It was as if an invisible ghost was grinning.

From the temperature applied by the casting furnace, the heat enough to incinerate steel is now diffused in the river water. Huai Shi's right arm was metalized in an instant, and it was already burnt red, and the terrifying high temperature even started to emit black smoke from the chariot under his feet.

In the return to the ruins, the source crystals are rapidly decreasing, turning into firewood, and throwing them into the furnace, causing this terrifying temperature to rise endlessly.

Until the torrent of the river boiled.

In just a few minutes, amidst the harsh screams, the boiling river began to surging towards the city.

Like a wriggling giant stretching out his hands, clinging to the towering city wall, the invisible and innocent boiling water rises, bit by bit, inch by inch, approaching those desperate faces.

Until under the spears of the supervising team, it was swallowed by a sudden rising torrent of boiling water!

The screams came and went one after another.

Under Afang's edict, countless boiling river water reversed gravity, and after crossing the city wall, it headed for the fertile water inside the walled city.

I don't know how many poisons and curses are hidden in the pitch-black black water, ecstasy, and at the moment of covering, all living things melt in the sneer.

On the bastions on both sides, dozens of white rays suddenly fell, trying to freeze the boiling water, but the irritated river spread rapidly in the sound of the tide, and took the lead in engulfing the bastions.

Looking at the past from a distance, it was like a weird scene in two crystal balls.

The gray and black colors spread rapidly, eroding the secret instrument, and dissolving all the souls within reach.

In the end, under Afang's constant transportation, the moat formed by the deep valley was emptied, and all of it was poured into the settlement along the river in the air.

Raging and raging.

There was an invisible force descending in the sky, stirring the boiling water, making them surging, and after engulfing an inch of gap, a terrifying vortex was formed.

Vigorous and convoluted.

Under the torment of malice and calamity, the closed Hundred Eyes settlement has now become a scorching cauldron, and even more weird and terrifying things are brewing in the dark torrent.

In the dead silence, only the frantic carols remained.

"Then what..."

The elder who witnessed this weird situation subconsciously held the reins, in disbelief: "What is it?"

"Ah, this."

Huai Shi held the burning red A Fang and thought for a moment: "I have seen an old man before. Although he is not good at character, he has a good hand in cooking, so I secretly learned both."

What kind of answer is this!

What does this have to do with cooking!

Can this kind of thing be learned secretly?

The elder's mind was in chaos, looking at the walled city shrouded in boiling water, he could only feel a burst of icy coldness.

"Stealing is stealing learning after all, and the ability is still not at home."

Huai Shi sighed with regret: "At best, it just caused a little riot."

If Guo Shouque was here, he might be amused to laugh when he saw this pot of boiled cabbage.

Where is this exquisite cooking magic?

It's just a vain cauldron.

Dingtian relies on the number to feed people, and it is far from reaching the realm of gourmet food!

But, even just causing riots is enough.

Otherwise, how can those heavyweight characters who are huddled in the walled city easily appear on the stage?

At this moment, along with the roar of boiling water, an angry neigh burst from the settlement of Hundred Eyes. Even suppressed the sound of tide and torrent.

The sharp sound echoed under the night, causing bursts of tingling pain in the eardrum.

In the city, the surging torrent gradually stopped, and a huge shadow slowly rose up, as if to overflow from the cauldron.

Accompanied by waves of strange stench, I don't know how many dog-headed people foamed and fell into fainting.

Under the guard and support of the huge secret instrument, the huge silhouette rose to the sky.

Surprisingly, it was the three-eyed mud monster that had participated in the meeting in the dead skull settlement.

At this moment, once his body was fully unfolded, the countless silt-like substances gathered into a huge, hideous head, like a building, constantly squirming.

Dripping viscous slurry.

In the mud, huge terrifying eyes constantly emerged, looking coldly at the enemy's location.

Angrily neighed.

Numerous foul-smelling silt fell from its body, quickly condensing in mid-air, forming a sharp outline, and spilt like a torrential rain outside the city.

A Fang turned around, and the heavy steam quickly condensed into layers of water curtains, supporting it. But then, the giant sticky silt head swooped toward them with a roar.

"These days... can the toilet be refined too?"

Huai Shi sighed lightly, supporting A Fang with one hand, unmoved.

And just on top of another steel chariot, a carpet of some years old has been spread out, and the pattern on it has long been blurred with the passage of time.

Just above, on another layer of black velvet cloth, the parts of the shotgun were placed one after another, and they were quickly assembled in a pair of callused palms.

Beside Foster.

The long wheel was sitting cross-legged on the felt cloth, holding a slender brass bullet in his hand, and holding a small skinning hook in the other hand, correcting the markings on it.

"Name?"

Foster asked suddenly, "What's the name of the wearer?"

"Name?" The snake man beside him was puzzled.

"Yes, the name, tell me what it's called." Foster said, "The code name doesn't matter, either a scorn or a title is fine. In short, a title is enough."

"Five...five eyes!"

Under the shadow of the huge self, the priest racked his brains to search, and finally came up with a title from the corners of his memory: "It claims to be called Five Eyes!"

"Okay, five. Eyes."

The sharp hook knife instantly moved away from the dragon and snake, and after writing two words on the bullet at random, the hook knife rotated for a full circle and disappeared into Foster's hand.

And that brass bullet has been filled into the barrel.

Randomly aimed at the sky.

Pull the trigger.

"Goodbye!"

Immediately afterwards, a piercing whistle blasted from the barrel, and a dazzling golden light spread out its wings, galloping out at a speed that was unattainable by the naked eye.

After passing a weird arc from the air, it sank into its face.

After piercing through the endless silt, it came out from the back of the head, but immediately after that, another weird turn suddenly turned and turned back again!

In the blink of a finger, the sky is almost full of intricate trajectories.

The countless long distances are entangled with each other, as if they have become a mess.

Then, the sky's trajectory suddenly narrowed to the inside.

Immediately afterwards, there was a violent scream that came to mind from the mud. Dozens of huge eyeballs burst open in an instant,

In the loud noise of the collapse, the huge skulls were shattered, and they were falling down one after another!

Just a quick finger.

Only a fragmented outline flew out in horror, unable to believe everything in front of him.

fear.

"I didn't even die? No, I died four times..."

Foster has put down the gun, and sighed with emotion: "There is one left?"

On his right arm, layers of runes flashed for a moment, forming a solemn and mysterious matrix.

Such exaggerated lethality does not come from the blessing of a shotgun, nor is it a terrible bullet, but an ordinary deer hunting bomb.

This tragic ending was doomed as early as the moment the trigger was pulled!

There are two major branches in the path of inheriting the spirit of divinity. The end of the first is Chronos, who has unified and changed time, and masters the shadows of the past and the warnings of the future, and the end of the other is Gea, the earth mother who gave birth to everything, raised everything and buried everything.

It's a pity that Foster doesn't have either the wisdom to master everything or the compassion that embraces everything.

But at the beginning, everyone didn't always use what, and which one was convenient to use?

If he knew that he could be a Tier 4 in this life, who wouldn't pick and choose the most suitable destination.

In this regard, Foster has long looked away.

Tier 4 is also pretty good.

The hunting that Tier 5 can shoot, Tier 4 can also play, and the wave that Tier 5 can rush, Tier 4 still rushes. The days are no different. Besides, isn't he a job of burning a boiler on a submarine, why he pays so much attention to it?

And in the path of the gods, no matter where the end is going, there is actually no difference between Tier 4-they are both demigods and titans with the characteristics of both gods and hells!

This is not even limited to the twelve titans in the past, but the blood and blessings of the three titans are obtained based on the harmony between the sacrifices offered by the advanced person and the soul.

Among them, the untouchable is the Titan hidden in the unknown, the ancestor of the legendary man, Iapetos. What he bestows is the resistance to **** and the terrifying vitality that can survive even in the desperate situation of hell.

In addition, it is the part that Foster is most embarrassed to talk about-because the remaining two Titans who have blessed him are all women...

Among them, one is the Monem-Mussene born in memory and history, and the other is the goddess Fuper who is in charge of brilliance and revelation.

Thus, the miracle of memory and history, brilliance and enlightenment are pinned in Foster's hands.

This is indeed an irreplaceable and excellent aid for the archaeology of the abyss and the development of hell, but it does not have a direct kill.

This situation continued until the great master's experiment. After countless attempts, Foster finally combined the power of the two and touched the moment of'destiny'.

At best, it's just marginal.

But amidst the infinite variables and terrifying pressure, at the moment Foster was about to collapse, what was left was the comprehension that was etched into the depths of the soul.

Don't delve into it, don't describe it, and don't snoop at the same time.

It is a miracle that cannot be solidified by the stigmata. If it is barely used to describe it, it is the "shadow of destruction", "the road to the end".

Just like the legendary three goddesses of destiny cut the thread of the dead.

This is an intuition.

How to lead the enemy to destruction.

It had nothing to do with the curse of the evil door, even Foster himself couldn't believe the Grand Master's conclusion-this was a prophecy that belonged to him alone.

Predict the death of the enemy, and make the prophecy come true.

It looked like it was aiming and shooting, but the enemy's fate was already shrouded in the haze of death when the name was engraved with bullets.

Pulling the trigger is the stimulating step, and the bullet is just a medium-responsible for carrying the death of the future to the present.

The final result is death.

When people are the target, the lethality of this blow is terrifying, and there is no way to hide or escape.

But if the opponent is not human, this kind of speechless situation will often occur...

Dead, but not completely dead.

More than half died, but there is still a part alive.

"This is a bit embarrassing."

Foster scratched his cheeks, a little gaffe.

I don't know if it should be said that it is abnormal or bad luck-this crown wearer named Five Eyes is itself a weird monster formed by the fusion of five **** creatures through the secret instrument!

At this moment, when Five Eyes was frightened and fleeing by the blow, countless bones and corrupt internal organs fell out of the massive amount of silt that kept falling from the air...

Even his own lair can't even take care of it.

Run desperately.

Foster sighed and took out another bullet from his pocket. This time he didn't engrave his name on it—the object who had already died once, how could he die a second time?

Before he finished reloading, a scream came from the end of the sky.

In mid-air, Wuyan's body trembled violently, and suddenly sank and exploded a big hole. Then there was another one.

It seemed that an invisible thing was suddenly crushed on his body.

It made the muddy mud groan and collapse constantly.

Disintegrated quickly.

But no matter how he fled and struggled, he couldn't get rid of the thin thread that was entangled on his body-the thread formed by the condensation of water vapor, which had already been deeply submerged in his body.

On the other end, it was wrapped around A Fang.

The **** is big, it has no way to escape.

Whenever Huai Shi’s finger taps on A Fang’s grip, a shock of terrifying quality from the Chalcedony Pavilion bursts into its body!

One click, two clicks, three clicks!

The thunder is dull, like winter thunder.

What followed was not rain, but endless silt and pollution.

The five-eyed remnant body collapsed completely, and could no longer hold the huge body, forming a foul-smelling rainstorm.

Among the innumerable corpses, only one deformed body with ten arms was pulled by the flying bird that fell, and it was thrown back into the settlement of Hundred Eyes at will.

Since then, there has been no movement.

Only the flames of the furnace burned the clouds to crimson.

The tide echoed.

Recreate the **** from the cauldron...

When the casting started again, everything came to an end in the dull boiling sound.

"almost."

For a long time, when Huai Shi released A Fang's grip, there was no sound from the Hundred Eyes settlement.

No one spoke in the dead silence.

Only the sound of peeling and collapsing sounded.

The elder stared blankly at the walled city that had returned to darkness.

ended.

The city defenses that were originally expected to cooperate with large-scale siege equipment and dispatch grayscale assassins to pay huge casualties before opening up from inside and outside have now disappeared.

As if thousands of years have passed in an instant, the ravages of the years have brought rapid collapse and weathering.

The huge gate broke suddenly and fell to the ground, rusting into dust.

In the settlement behind the door, only a stream of waste water flowed out of it, meandering across the ground, and returning to the moat again.

When a burning arrow cut through the darkness ~lightnovelpub.net~ and fell into the settlement, it caused the silent behemoth to emerge with a majestic outline, shining with cold light.

That is a mountain.

The mountain of steel cast by the crown wearer and countless large groups of distortions!

Countless metal ingots are stacked on top of each other.

Either dull or bright, the specifications are different, and the materials are also different. But when they gather in one place, the breath they emit makes all living things feel the trembling from the soul.

It's hard to breathe.

"Now, you can go in."

Huai Shi looked back and instructed the creeping believers: "Be quicker, I'm in a hurry."

Today, I have to have a good meal. The number of words is a bit short. Sorry.

(End of this chapter)