Why are you **** here?

　　 After a moment of dullness, Russell stared at the sorry guy with wide eyes, puzzled and shocked.

　　 While in the coffee shop, the social animal looked away awkwardly, showing a pitiful, innocent and tired smile that seemed to be overworked at any time.

　　 Russell wants to curse, but he can do nothing.

　　 The most terrifying element of destruction caused by human beings with the least lethality zone, the scary part of the man in gray is the harbinger of fate that he represents.

　　 People who never want to hurt anyone turn out to be a wake-up call for death and destruction. Like duckweed on the water, being pushed forward by an unfeasible torrent, it has never been involuntary where it goes.

　　It is foreseeable that in his lifetime with no end in sight, he will still chase this last job that belongs to him.

　　 Until something disappears between work and him.

　　 At the moment when he was sure that he did not have hallucinations, Russell had already retracted his sight, and did not waste precious time to talk to this old acquaintance again.

　　 but raised his head straightforwardly.

　　 looked at the dark sky.

In his hand, an old fragmented page emerged, and the broken event record was condensed again, and it was recited from his mouth: "The first angel blew the trumpet, fire and blood poured into the earth, and burned the three. One part of life and the earth..."

The moment the husky words blurted out, they seemed to have life, echoing in everyone’s ears, making the entire square, no, the hustle and bustle of the entire London suddenly stagnated, everyone’s ears tingling, and then, They saw that the sky turned blood red.

　　 The disaster of nothingness appeared out of thin air like an illusion, smashing down toward this huge fortress city.

　　 Immediately afterwards, disappeared without a trace at the moment of condensation.

　　 is like bubbles.

　　 is just an illusion.

　　 But the existence of that illusion made all people with souls feel the chill and panic on their backs. In an instant, a high-pitched and ear-piercing alarm sounded from the headquarters of the Astronomical Society.

　　 Attack alert!

　　 But Russell hadn't stopped yet, changed hands, and drew out an ancient book, chanting in a solemn voice: "Now, I have become death, the destroyer of the world!"

　　 Suddenly, the flash of a thousand suns appeared out of thin air from above the land of London.

　　 The illusion of death swept like waves, bringing a fleeting scene of death, but the lie quickly dissipated in the wind, only the horrified shouts one after another.

　　 The alarm became louder and louder, and the harsh horn sounded one after another.

Russell kept moving, another book in his hand emerged, and a solemn voice echoed on the square: "I walked into a wide cemetery, and the dense graves made the ground undulate. The coffins were all open and there was flames inside. Burning, there is a scream..."

　　 Then, the earth cracked, countless coffins rose from the fire, and the disasters and wailing from **** spread.

　　 But all this quickly dissipated in the wind again.

　　 At this moment, countless illusions appeared one after another in every corner of London, squeezing the sudden fear into everyone's arms.

　　 Above the square, countless people fled in all directions, screaming and shouting in horror.

　　 Depth alert trigger, war alert trigger, global alert trigger, critical alert trigger...

　　 At this moment, all of London, as if all the alarm bells were singing loudly, under Russell's will, spreading panic and horror.

　　 There is no time to go slowly, making phone calls, calling, reporting, and communicating... how much time is wasted?

　　 It's better to be crisp and clean!

　　 In just half a minute, the whole hustle and bustle of London has fallen into a dead silence, only the harsh sirens echoed. The originally busy city was transformed. From the deserted streets, countless fortresses and war fortifications quickly rose up.

　　 Under Russell's rough wake-up service, the sleeping behemoth finally raised its head from the lair, looking down with indifferent eyes.

　　 The killing intent of the whole world seemed to converge on the man in the middle of the square.

　　 And just between the sights of countless weapons, Russell slowly raised his hands, raised his head without any resistance, and showed a harmless smile at the scopes.

　　 Boom!

　　 At the moment of verifying the body, a door frame fell from the sky out of thin air.

　　 An angry Yegor rushed out from the inside, and even stepped on the slippers, without time to take off the nightcap on his head, and roared.

"What the **** are you doing, Russell! Don't think that there is no limit to the tolerance of the Authority!" He roared at Russell's collar, spitting stars flying around: "Isn't it just a little budget? Why bother? I just fell asleep. Very..."

　　 "I think you have to say thank me."

　　 Russell still smiled, helplessly spread his hands, then pointed behind Yegor, and made a gesture of "please see".

　　 Yegor turned around suspiciously.

　　 Then, in a messy coffee shop, I saw the figure that could not be captured by any camera or sight.

　　 eyes wide.

　　 One look, another look, three look, rubbing his eyes frantically, blood pressure soaring.

　　 I subconsciously wanted to touch the antihypertensive medicine in my pocket.

　　 "Grass!"

　　 Before Yegor could say anything, he heard a clear voice not far away.

　　 Snap!

　　 It was as if the glass was broken.

　　 There was a pitch-black crack in the space without warning, a golden sword protruding from behind the crack, and then it slowly fell down.

　　 tears the insignificant block in front of me.

　　 Then, behind the open door, a swaggered figure came out.

　　 The man's complexion was dark and he was wearing countless gold jewelry. After putting the dazzling sword in his sheath, he didn't even look at the outside world.

　　 turned around, knelt down on one knee towards the darkness behind him, offering piously.

　　 Just in the darkness, a tall figure walked out with his hands behind his back, as if patrolling his own territory, with a critical and indifferent look.

　　 A face that can be called a handsome and solemn face is no different from a human being in the present realm, but those eyes, which are condensed like the essence of the abyss, are pure darkness that seems to swallow all brilliance, reflecting contemptuously on the world before them.

　　 "Well, although it's a bit abrupt, I, on a whim, decided to take the initiative!"

　　The ruler from **** waved his hands to the two not far away at random, and said nonchalantly: "You don't need to panic for the ordinary people, just kneel down and welcome them."

　　 Damn you!

　　 Withered King! ! ! !

　　 Yegor's blood pressure monitor issued a high-pitched alarm. His expression twitched, and he glanced at his side subconsciously, and found that the guy Russell didn't even know when he hid behind him!

　　 even wanted to use himself as a shield!

　　 Blood pressure, my blood pressure...

　　 "By the way, is this the current state of this era? It looks broad, but the scenery is unremarkable. Compared with the past, it is much more boring."

The existence named The Withered King retracted his gaze, sighed disappointedly, and looked behind him: "Gala, haven't you been here many times before? Hurry up and show the way, where are the current heroes? "

　　 "Uh... Your Majesty, ahem..."

　　 Gala coughed awkwardly, noticing countless killing intent around him, and whispered to remind: "We seem to accidentally ran into the opponent's den."

　　 "Huh? Wouldn't it be better?"

　　 The Withered King was taken aback, his eyes lit up and he raised his head and laughed loudly: "The last time the man named Marcus was really impressive. I wonder if he is still there."

　　 It seemed that in an instant, all the boredom and indifference disappeared without a trace, and the ruler lifted up his energy and couldn't wait to speed up his pace.

　　 took two steps, then suddenly turned around and looked at the ‘common people’ not far away.

　　 "Hey, where is your emperor?"

　　 The Withered King waved his hand, "For the time being, I will forgive you for the crime of ignorance and humbleness, and I will give you some time, and let him meet me quickly!"

　　 "...Your Excellency Kuo, we have no emperor in the Astronomical Society."

　　 Yegor raised his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and tried to restrain the soaring blood pressure: "As an opponent, it's too light to step into the realm of the realm so casually, right?"

　　 "Oh?" Ku Wang was slightly stunned, and couldn't help shaking his head: "There is no such thing as a gentleman? It's a narrow and poor boring place."

　　 "Ha!"

　　 A sneered voice sounded.

　　 As if accompanied by a ray of light, a figure with an extremely strong presence descended from the passage of the Rainbow Bridge, dressed in a white robe, and a low voice resounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

　　 "If you want to see the emperor, you should take a shower and change clothes, and submit your greetings in advance."

　　 The all-powerful emperor of Rome glanced at the ruler in front of him, and asked contemptuously: "I will condescend to come here, don't you and other **** hillbillies even understand politeness?"

　　 For a while, even Russell, who was hiding to watch the excitement, couldn't help taking a breath, and asked Yegor in a low voice, "Where did you get this guy?"

　　 You didn’t kill it yet!

　　 Yegor glared at him. When Russell gave the alarm, the video conference between the Bureau of Ownership and the Roman Genealogy had just begun!

　　Ghost knows what kind of ghost sparks these two arrogant people can rub together!

　　 He can only pray that these two will never fight in London...

　　 Otherwise, it doesn’t matter if all the breath falls and collapses forever, it would be fun to collapse the headquarters of the Astronomical Society!

　　 At this moment, the two tit-for-tat emperors looked at each other's manners. Titus pressed the hilt of the sword and sneered: "Why, come here to look up at my majesty, don't you even know the etiquette of kneeling?"

　　 The Withered King didn’t care, tilted his head to the subordinates behind him and commented: “Look, Gala, this head is beautiful, it can be used to embellish the collection.”

　　 "It's a coincidence, the first level of King Withered, I have been longing for it for a long time."

　　 Titus grinned, and the white hair on the temples turned faintly scarlet.

The solemn crown appeared above his head out of thin air. The correction value accumulated by the Roman Empire for thousands of years was blessed with the body, thunder resounded between the present realm and the border, and the mighty echo was thrilling, as if even London at this moment. Tremble for it.

　　 can't bear this terrifying pressure.

　　 "Very good, looking at the whole territory, such an opponent is really rare."

　　The Withered King took off his cloak with joy, threw it into Gala's hand, and stepped forward: "After six thousand years, let me experience the power of the King of Man again!"

　　 At that moment, all the observers in London burst into ear-piercing buzzing, and a reading that exceeded the limit of judgment burst out of nothingness in an instant.

　　 From that small body, it seems that there is endless essence of **** overflowing.

　　 Just in the laughter from the ruler, darkness raged from London like a sea tide, ignoring many frameworks and suppression from the real world.

　　 The solemn armor emerged from the shell, and the pale sword buzzed from its sheath.

　　 And the world in front of me uttered a cracking sound.

　　 From that cheerful laughter!

　　In an instant, the sharp blade representing Roman authority collided with the sword of death.

　　 The deep scream of sword blades spread, and a storm-like wave was set off. Rays of light descended from the sky above the sky, shrouded in the surrounding buildings, like a candle in the wind, cracking cracks continuously.

And Russell, as early as when the two sides drew their swords, had already dragged Yegor to hide further behind. What is rare is that even when he ran, he looked like he was impassioned and impassioned, even Yegor. Can't help but admire this old bastard's acting skills in his busy schedule, it is really too successful.

　　 "Hey, why aren't you on it!" he asked in a low voice.

　　 "Just kidding, I have old and young, and I have to wait for the useful body to rebuild the heavenly pedigree." Russell widened his eyes and said solemnly, "Don't you want to choose the president? You go!"

　　 Ye Geer looked at this one of the few fifth-orders in the world, and then looked at his old arms and legs who had to pant for two kilometers with a briefcase, and he felt that there must be something wrong with you.

　　 "I have a rough plan."

　　 Russell lowered his voice, and said solemnly: "To deal with this kind of crooked door in hell, you don't have to talk about the morals of the world... It's better to just open the cannon and blast his mother, close the door and let him die here."

　　 I think so!

　　 Yegor wanted to spray a bit of old blood on the face of this bastard: There is also a Roman emperor there, who dares to shoot?

　　 "Everyone, stand shoulder to shoulder!" Russell suggested, "Where are the natural enemies? Isn't Tyr here? There are at least 18 crowned persons in London now. Let's go together. I will beat the gongs and drums to cheer you!"

　　 This old **** is really a set of things. Yegor feels that his blood pressure is like a roller coaster, and he is about to derail.

　　 Don't say everyone is standing side by side. Now Titus is obviously playing happily. If you let others go up, Titus is afraid that even the allies did not hack together.

　　 Besides, this **** is London. In case Tyre confiscates his hands and smashes any organization with a hammer, he may be sent away by a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

Yegor's brain is still buzzing, and his hands are still madly lighting the countless refreshed agreements and doctrines on the tablet, delegating authority, making urgent preparations, and seizing this critical time to spin off key institutions from London and send them to Elsewhere.

　　 From the time the Withered King ran on a whim to the present world to take an outing, this thing has been outrageous to the unthinkable! The ghost knows what will happen next!

　　 And in the midst of turmoil, when Russell looked at the coffee shop, he could no longer see the man in gray. Only a cup of coffee was left on the table, pressed with a crumpled change.

　　 "...go away?"

　　 He was slightly stunned, thinking for a moment, as if he suddenly understood something. In the pocket, the screen of the mobile phone lights up silently, and a series of characters have been transmitted to the ivory tower along the line of the supreme terminal, giving urgent notices and orders.

　　 And now, the two outside obviously have begun to go up.

　　 Hey!

　　 Even Zarathustra’s secret instrument cannot maintain the integrity of the headquarters building within such a close distance, and the depth of the entire London has begun to fluctuate.

　　 When the gravity lock was unbalanced, countless fragments, green plants, tables and chairs on the roadside floated in the air, whirling from the hurricane, flying, and a mess.

　　 And in the midst of the constant burst of roar, behind the sky, there was a sudden dark shadow that quickly magnified.

　　 It was like a terrifying monster coming from outside the universe, slamming on the three major blockades, casting a shadow, and the furious and frantic neigh.

　　 Right in the endless sea, in the countless fierce gunfire of the current defense front, the ruler and the rotten dragon whirled on the edge of the current realm, and the endless body of festering and growing constantly collided with the barrier in front of him.

　　 Let the terrifying glow fall on him continuously, destroying and evaporating a large amount of body, but then, the corruption spread further, and the festering body and skeleton were reborn.

　　 As the depth tide gets stronger and stronger, his power is rapidly expanding and recovering, climbing to a new height.

　　 This almost eternally deformed vitality continuously sheds the seeds of calamity and evolves into infinite monsters. The dragon has turned the remnant body into a weapon, carrying eternal anger and resentment, and smashing it on the barrier of the present situation.

　　 The shock spread enough to shake the defense line, and set off a great storm on the sea.

　　 The fierce struggle suddenly stagnated at this moment.

　　 "Hey, that festering worm..."

　　 The smile of the Withered King gradually dissipated, and it was difficult to hide the gloominess: "Why do you always like bad people?"

　　 "Why, have you enjoyed yourself already? King withered?"

　　 Titus asked jokingly, "I'm just getting started."

　　 "It's just that you have bad luck, the current king, the game time is over."

　　The Withered King waved his hand casually, took the cloak from Gala's hand, and put it on his shoulders: "I'm not interested in waiting for the opponent to sort out the lineup slowly, and then come to engage in some wheel fight... Am I right, you guys who hide their heads and show their tails?"

　　 "Please rest assured, Lord Kuo, the Eastern Xia Genealogy is one of the six, after all, it has its own dignity and dignity, and it will not be able to besiege with others."

　　 Right at the end of the long street, the mysterious bird with his back on his back smiled and replied, like an old man in a park holding a birdcage to watch others fight: "You two can continue, I'll take a look, I won't move."

　　 "Ha, it's impressive to say such shameless words so magnanimously." King Ku grinned and glanced at the top of the building, around the square, and in the distant secrets.

　　 One, two, three... In the end, countless figures appeared in all directions, making no secret of the killing intent that turned into gold and iron.

　　 "Very good, with such a strong fighting spirit and so many opponents, it seems that the time on this road is not wasted."

The corners of the subjugated emperor’s mouth curled up, smiling as if approvingly, and greedy fire burned in his slender eyes: "Then, just treat this as a declaration of war, and I will personally deliver it to you. "

　　 "Whether it is present or hell, I will control everything again! The land of your class, the blood of your class, and the soul of your class, everything will eventually be in my hands!"

　　 The throne made of bones and steel emerged from the feet of the ruler, and the phantom of the Host was condensed from nothingness. After a long distance, it cast a hungry glance towards the present.

　　 The roars and shouts from **** resounded like thunder, accompanied by the joking laughter of the Supreme One, making the insignificant world in front of him turbulent.

　　 "I am the king of withering, perishing and ending, the lord of subjugated nations, the king of kings!"

　　 On the throne, the crowned king of bones and death finally cast hopeful eyes on the enemies, "If you have the courage to accept the suffering, let us meet in the eternal war.

　　 I promise, as long as you can come to me, no matter who it is, I will generously grant supreme glory! "

　　 With the close of the fissure, the withered king disappeared.

　　 But at this moment, there are countless shadows rising from the endless sea!

　　 From the eternal waves, from the deep to the terrifying darkness leading to hell, from the wind and rain...

　　 Beyond the distant depths, a sorrowful scarlet rolled over and spread rapidly.

　　 In this way, they left the Hell Ladder of the Golden Dawn aside, and they used countless blood to gather into a river, thrown from the deepest part of the **** toward the present realm.

　　 Above the river of blood, the dark sails unfolded under the present moonlight, and the hideous ships made of bones and nails of the dead slowly emerged from the end of the ocean.

　　In the name of death and extinction, the fleet of Najirfa from the subjugated country began to rise!

　　 Dozens~lightnovelpub.net~ hundreds, thousands...or more?

　　 At this moment, above the empty ocean, there are countless dark outlines.

　　 In front of the huge and strange warships, countless chains are tight and straight. Countless huge monsters in the deep water are doing their best to pull this overly heavy surprise.

　　 "Existing Realm! Existing Realm! Existing Realm!"

　　 The deck of the ship was already crowded with countless large groups: "War! War! War!!!"

　　 The monsters from the kingdom of death and struggle were roaring, shouting hungrily, flogging those giant monsters who dared to be lazy and slowing down, a pair of scarlet eyes staring at the place where the light came from far away.

　　 was advanced five full days, and exceeded all the observatories' expectations.

　　 They crossed thirty levels of depth, leaving behind countless heavy and cumbersome burdens, and the **** legions paved this huge and hideous route with blood.

　　 Following the command from the Withered King, he brazenly rushed into this invisible wave.

　　 In the distance, between countless borders, shining stars rose from the roar, and then, countless devastating lights descended.

　　 is like the guess that Russell made at the moment when the man in gray disappeared...

　　 From this moment on, the battle of the worlds has begun!

　　 Please remember the domain name of the book’s first publication:. The fastest mobile version update URL: