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The aftermath is spreading.

Just as the maharaja said.

The fragments were whining and shaking. Between the giants of the two sides, they collapsed in the cracks, but they remained stable-obviously it is the focus of the two sides now, but strangely it has become something that keeps the two sides from breaking out completely. The stabilizer valve.

Once the chessboard is broken, all that is left is a complete war.

Neither the Survival Court nor the Maharaja hoped that this gambling game would end in such a sloppy way.

But in the fragments, the flames dazzled.

The tide of destruction is still spreading.

Swallow everything.

Wasteland, land, ocean, hills, crypts... Up to the sky, down to the yellow spring, this sorrowful fall is far-reaching.

Both **** and the present are shrouded in the same destruction.

Directly in front of the remaining Russian Federation, countless barriers came and went under the impact of the torrent, the walls crumbled and cracks, but the new iron wall opened again in front of the Templars.

In the turbulent torrent, the huge fortress was like a boat in the wind and waves. In the fierce turbulence, everyone was lying on the ground, shaking their heads, staring at the barrier that constantly emerged cracks.

There are still further away, those outposts that are gradually extinguishing like candles in the wind, and those temples and buildings that are completely wiped out in the torrent...

More, more everything is dying.

For a moment, Huai Shi felt that she was really going to die this time.

The destructible flame did not engulf him in an instant.

At that fleeting moment, he only had time to see a figure standing in front of him. The old woman stretched out her ten arms, and gradually peeled away in the wind and flames.

It's just that when he turned his head back, a certain triumphant and pleased smile appeared on that bare bones face.

No more seriousness and sternness.

Just like a gentle grandmother.

Finally, to him, bid farewell silently.

In this short moment, the wheels of the gods descended from the sky, galloping against the torrent, and quickly withered and burned regardless of their wings, wrapped around Kuafu, together with Huai poetry.

Immediately afterwards, the rapidly expanding bright light swallowed everything.

Huai Shi lost consciousness in the terrifying shock of the world.

At the last moment, he just subconsciously...reached out his hand, trying to block something.

But nothing can stop it.

In the violent impact, the light and darkness swallowed him completely.

He felt as if he had fainted, but he had never been favored by a dream. Among the countless scattered thoughts, there was only the pain and torment of burning.

After a long time, he felt someone shaking his body vigorously.

Shouting his name.

But apart from these, he couldn't feel anything.

When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he saw Kuafu's scorched smiling face, and when he saw his reaction, he was happy as if flowers were about to bloom.

"Hey, Huaishi, hello!" He shouted loudly, "Can you hear me?"

Huai Shi coughed violently, and as he shook, he was about to vomit blood: "It's not dead yet... but if you don't let go, it will be soon... and, you are so ugly..."

"Ha, you still say me, aren't you the same?"

He glanced at the Huai poem that seemed to crawl out of the fire scene, and lifted him up from the hot gravel, carrying him on his back, for fear that he would fall asleep again, still thinking: "None of us should laugh at anyone." When my old Wang was young, he was at least an idol group of the Dongxia genealogy? It’s just that everyone in the back has become too fast in their aesthetics. There are more people who like boyfriend niches than those who like my line of tough guys..."

"How hard is it to get close to mother?" Huai Shi asked hoarsely.

"..."

Kuafu was silent for a moment, carrying him on his back, staggering forward: "Dead."

Huai Shi wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

I only heard the roar suddenly coming from behind.

Between the pale sky and the dark earth, strange figures emerged in the smoke and storms that gradually dissipated.

Amidst the roar of a collapsed mountain, it was slowly moving forward, dripping foul pus and blood and corrupt body fluids, wearing a crown of white bones, and flesh and blood surrounding him like a skirt.

The fading flashes of the wheel of the gods and the solar calendar stone continued to emerge, but it was difficult to stop it from advancing. Only when the Thunder Spear of the Pantheon fell, could it leave a piercing burn mark on its corrupted body.

Obviously it is already full of holes, but it does not care. More corrupt organizations are rapidly regenerating, dragging behind it, a strange blood filled the ground, forming a large group of sacs on the ground. Bubble.

There was a foul smell in the ashes-filled wind.

The familiar breath almost suffocated Huai Shi.

"What the **** is...?!"

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"Gaia?!"

As early as the moment after the aftermath dissipated, when the weird monster crawled out of the lava and fire, Yegor couldn't help but lose his voice, and his spasmodic fingers had already squeezed the disposable paper cup in his hand.

"Gaia is dead."

The dean looked indifferently at one of the evil consequences that would appear in the many plans, and the electronic sound showed no ups and downs: "After gathering the power of the major genealogy and exhausting most of the resources, it is the ultimate intention of Shangquan to perish with all things. Destroy the ring of rebirth, and finally wipe out the vague consciousness completely.

As an element of destruction, Gaia has been buried in the world tree. The destruction you see is the wave of her death.

And this one in front of you... is just a stitching monster. "

The dean paused, and an undisguised disgust emerged in the electronic sound--is it a resistance to the abyss or dissatisfaction with this crude processing method?

Unable to distinguish, Yegor did not intend to speculate on the values ​​of the Survival Institute.

They may not have such meaningless things from the beginning.

"Don't worry, it has already lost the nature of the element of destruction. The instinct that was awakened by the ring of rebirth has completely disappeared.

All that remains now is the wreckage contaminated by the abyss. "

From the very beginning, Golden Dawn never thought of being able to rely on Gaia without any disadvantage.

As the destructive element of the present birth, they are too aware of the style and fighting spirit of this group of companions and colleagues.

Even if Gaia is so huge and terrifying, but only 10% of the state, unable to call the many forces in the past, can only rely on instinct to deal with, still has the possibility of being defeated.

Then, it is better to put more effort after Gaia's death.

To the embryo that belongs to the world, infuse the original breath of chaos, implant the blood of the uncertain shadow realm, and finally fill the greedy spirit with the happy land.

If Porzun is still alive, he can even endow him with depraved wisdom...

Inject the essence of **** into that body, and when Gaia falls, then the ruler of the abyss is born from it!

Give birth to all kinds of evil, turning the fragments into a complete hell.

In the end, those derived flesh and blood filled everything, swallowed everything, and opened up their own kingdom of **** in the abyss!

"so……"

Yegor hoped in case and asked: "What will happen next?"

"What's happening all the time will happen, Mr. Yegor, war."

The dean replied: "We have made plans for the six worst situations that can occur-including the resurrection of the old Gaia. But the Survival Institute is not omnipotent, and there is no ability to conjure miracles out of thin air."

The dean paused, seeming to recall the search: "Next, there is still the possibility of continuation, the 1730 plan, the Omega filing, and the preparations for the two kings of hell... But all our power has been used. After fighting against the old Gaia, after the tree of the world, there is no more material available on the chessboard.

In addition, only the final ‘decay sequence’ can be used. "

Decay sequence-awaken the wreckage of the two destruction elements in the chessboard and make them unite.

Destroy everything completely...

Yegor squeezed the crumpled paper cup in his hand, did not speak, but silently looked at the picture on the screen.

After a long time, lightly sighed: "At least we still have time, don't we?"

time?

The dean did not speak any more, but was silent.

Perhaps, time is not on their side.

The moments of miracles never last long, and those good times are over.

Next, before the countdown to the death sequence ends, all they have to do is wait.

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When the torrent of destruction swept past, the tide of the abyss came back.

Above the dry and desolate border land, only the last lone beacon remained standing in the wind, trembling in the turbulence, tottering.

From Gaia's walking corpse, countless large groups are hatching quickly like spores. Just as germs grow in a decaying hotbed, they absorb this pure vitality eroded by the abyss, crawling out endlessly from the crimson vesicles.

The wet body quickly hardened in the scorching hot air, becoming colorful, like a bird, like a beast, like the weird result of all living things in the world.

Their hungry neighs, endlessly impacting the last fortress of the Russian Defense Line.

The black tide flooded the array of Paladin knights.

There are more sublimers and legions, evacuating hurriedly along the road, shrinking their defenses toward the inner field that has not been eroded by the abyss.

But there are more, more abyss projections sprouted and spread under the sowing of rotting walking corpses, planting the shadow of destruction and the fruit of destruction.

Looking down from the sky above, one can see the rapidly shrinking light, the front line on the verge of collapse, and the last glimmer of the guards outside.

Never-ending anger, never-ending thunder.

Among the gloomy clouds, thousands of pure thunder lights fell from the sky, like a plow, swept between the solidified monsters, and countless foul-smelling slurry and coke flew up.

But there are more, more huge shadows slowly rising from the end of the horizon.

Until the Thunder also felt tired.

Gradually dimmed.

Amidst Kunpeng's tired cry, Yun Zhongjun's figure fell from the storm, staggered back, and sat down on the ground, no longer spreading the strength to destroy.

Usher in the limit.

This time, he couldn't hold it anymore.

"What's the matter? Didn't you just show that I was doing errands and others don't interrupt?"

In the frame, Sharma glanced at his embarrassed look, unceremoniously: "It looks like I won this time."

"Um."

Ying Fangzhou thought for a while, nodded, and said seriously:

"Thank you."

"Ha, it's really not like from you..."

Sharma sneered instinctively, looking back to ridicule, but saw his eyes.

The tired Yun Zhongjun was also looking at him.

So solemnly.

Makes him stunned.

In this way, Ying Fangzhou exhausted his last strength, holding up the spear of hate water, and handing it over:

"Next, I beg you."

"Tsk."

Sharma's expression gradually grew gloomy, and she chopped her hands away impatiently: "Otherwise? Is it just that I will lose if one is missing a dragging guy?"

Ying Fangzhou seemed to smile.

In the wind, there is no sound of breathing.

The dark clouds on the sky gradually dissipated, but for some reason, rain fell on the back of Sharma's hand, followed the spear, and fell into the cracked ground.

Another drop.

Gradually covering everything, until he can no longer see the world in front of him.

Why did it make people feel happy this time until the end?

Is it so difficult to take a step back earlier?

Sharma wanted to roar and question, but couldn't get an answer again.

Only silence.

Under the bleak sky, outside the frame, those neighing sounds gradually approached along with the tide of hell, but the air still seemed to be echoed with indifferent laughter, like the last mockery left to hell.

Even his remnant body has dissipated in the wind.

See you again.

And the dazzling electric light rose again in the hatred of all things.

Kunpeng's spirit rose from the water of hatred, surrounded by the creator, and tamely executed the master's last command.

Just before the Host of Hell, the last guard raised his spear.

"It's not over yet, right?"

Sharma closed her eyes and whispered softly: "It's still early to rest."

"——We, come again!"

As a result, it seemed that familiar laughter sounded from my ears again.

In the deepest part of the darkness, the wind and thunder were furious.

Lei Guang rises again!

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In the sea of ​​dried blood, the burning mecha roared, and the broken blade of Horus slashed down, causing the huge blood snake to convulse and hiss.

Countless corpses piled up into mountains, turning to ashes in the flames.

The huge snake head had already separated from the body and landed on the ground. Immediately afterwards, the head of the ruler was nailed into the earth under the piercing of the shepherd's rod.

The armor was trampled, and in the loud noise, the eye-catching spiteful face was completely blasted!

It was not until the end that the driver of Osiris wiped the sweat off his face and said with emotion: "I think this seems to be a very vengeful guy... It's over, she seems to have remembered me."

"Are you scared?" Beelzebub asked rhetorically.

"Ha, that's right!"

Oudun grinned, "It's a big deal to kill again."

Along with the conversation between the two, the storm came and slashed like a black whip. The countless monsters neighed and surged and closed again.

Beelzebub suddenly said: "Yingfangzhou's identification signal has disappeared."

"Same as last time..."

Ulton was silent for a moment, and smiled helplessly: "The impatient people always take the first step. It is clear that everyone has not had time to say hello."

Beelzebub sighed, "Perhaps, we will do the same."

"Sounds like last time?"

Ulton asked.

When he asked this, Beelzebub understood the joke and calmness from the driver, and couldn't help laughing along with it: "Ha, it's like last time."

Well, just like last time!

It's just death.

Those things can't knock them down.

The giants of the underworld will not fall down before the **** is burned out.

As long as this mission survives for a day, then they will not look back.

The fight began again.

The fight between Osiris and hell!

But in the fierce fighting at this moment, in the constant sounding of the damage alarm, Beelzebub seemed to be distracted, slightly delayed for a moment, and then asked without warning:

"Speaking of which, Ulton, have you regretted it?"

"Huh? Regret?"

During the emergency maneuver, Ulton glanced at the airspeed indicator and asked suspiciously: "What do you regret?"

"I just regret... those past things."

Beelzebub said: "If you don't participate in the pedigree of the kingdom of heaven, it will be fine. You can go back to be the heir of the holy name, and you don't have to be so silly with your family.

There is no need to waste feelings on a group of idiots and feel sorry for them.

In the end, it doesn’t have to be that way. "

In the brief silence, Ulton was stunned in embarrassment.

"Ah, it's kind of something to say."

He shrugged helplessly, "But if that's the case, won't you be missed?"

"..."

Beelzebu was stunned and silent, and even the sound of the damage warning was dimmed.

"I know what you want to say, Beelzebub."

Ulton couldn't help laughing. He smiled hoarsely as the sky was spinning, his eyes gleaming: "Otherwise, maybe I will have a good life, but I will definitely lose a lot. Lose a lot of precious friends. , You must be one of them!

So, don’t say those sad things—"

The burning mecha-god galloped through the dark tide, pierced through the huge monster, pierced from the back, and the dim light wings spread out, standing high above the sky, overlooking everything.

"Look, our war is not over yet!"

Ulton laughed and didn't care about the countless dust: "How many more enemies there are, there are more opponents waiting for us to defeat, more hells and abyss...

Our story is not yet cut in half! "

"You guy, don't you listen to others at all?" The intelligent master control sighed helplessly: "It's really bad for you to stand on a friend like you for eight lifetimes."

"Yes."

Ulton grinned triumphantly and pushed the joystick: "Let's go, buddy!"

Click!

The joystick did not respond, the cabin was locked, and all the alarms disappeared.

Ulton's smile stiffened in place.

"Beelzebub?"

He raised his head and asked, "What are you doing?!"

"Do what "Lord of the Flies" should do, Ulton."

The juvenile’s projection emerged from the cockpit screen, with a hearty smile on his face that resembled Orton, spreading his hands: "The body has lost 72%, and the fuel is about to run out. Well, it seems that the driver has lost his mind. Look like.

So, the emergency ejection procedure is about to start—"

"Hey!"

Ulton widened his eyes and wanted to speak, but saw the tears of the teenager on the screen.

So sad.

But so proud.

"It's useless, the ejection program has already started, you should go now."

Beelzebu said: "Leave the rest to me!"

The waves of the Styx were surging in the cabin, gradually covering the cockpit, and the tunnel leading to the other side had been opened.

"Even if you and I are just false phantoms now, but when I think of a certain story, I can die to protect you... I feel joy and joy from the bottom of my heart.

The pain of parting with a friend, the joy of meeting a friend again, and everything in this world, this feeling is all you give me.

Thank you, Orton. "

"This time, it's your turn to see me off."

On the screen, the teenager smiled at his best friend and said goodbye.

"Goodbye, my friend."

Beelzebu raised his palm and pushed it out slightly. The void of light and shadow mobilized the last module inside the armor, causing the cockpit capsule to suddenly open. The rapidly solidified foam filled every gap and covered that face.

In this way, under the impetus of explosives, it flew out, followed the signal from the remaining outpost, and disappeared into the waves of the Styx.

Only the last murmur echoed in the empty cabin.

"It's great to be able to take risks together."

In this way, the boy turned around, and the last screen suddenly dimmed, but above the incomplete face of the armor, the pupils of the eyes lit up again.

It was like the flames of a furnace restarted.

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[Introduction, descend the judgment and the flames until the **** burns out! 】

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Endless heat surged from the armor, pulling the last Styx, shrinking inward, between the infinitely hot light wings, the broken Osiris opened his mouth, and the steel roared.

Since the most thorough burning, the crimson and pale overlapping crown rose again from the head.

After returning from death three times, the furious Osiris, the master of the underworld, reappeared here!

Torn the storm, trample the earth, and the flames are like rings, rising from the earth, spreading, and enveloping the endless tide of decay.

And the angry giant fell from the sky!

"Before the prom is over, let me teach you."

The steel god, who has no weakness, grinned and stretched out his hand to pinch the predator archangel hidden in the host:

"——What do you mean, destruction!"

boom!

Destruction comes.

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In the distance, a burst of light rose into the sky.

The storm swept in with dust and spread over the barren land.

Huai Shi coughed violently and felt a dizziness. Then, he heard a roar from a distance. When the Russian defense line collapsed, the invisible darkness filled the world like a dyke.

Rage swept across.

On the top of the mountain beam, Kuafu's footsteps stopped for a moment, and he sighed tiredly.

"Can't go any further."

He said, "The line of defense is shrinking, and we may not have time to get past it."

Already, there is no way to go.

He found a stone and put down Huai Shi who was resisting on his shoulders. He also found a place to sit cross-legged. The two looked at each other's embarrassment, and couldn't help but cough and laugh.

But soon, even the hoarse laughter was overwhelmed.

At the end of the Kuroshio under the mountain beam, a loud noise burst out.

The rotten Gaia rushed forward, setting off the tides and waves of the abyss...He didn't even care about the two little ants not far away, but instinctively, following the hunger and attraction from the soul, toward the present situation The flame threw out.

"Such a big thing, if it's my mother, it's really outrageous." Kuafu panted, looking up at the approaching figure: "My mother is not so big."

"My mother doesn't have any... metaphors, do you understand metaphors?"

Huai Shi sighed helplessly, "Can you still walk? Abandon me, there is still time."

"Forget it, I don't want to go anymore."

Kuafu leaned on the stone, coughing and complaining: "When I came, the old man told me that this trip was also a gamble for Dongxia, but for me, it was a rare opportunity.

It's a pity that he kept talking under cover and never made it clear. They are all about to die, and I still don't understand what the opportunity is.

Maybe, the old stuff was bluffing me from the beginning..."

"Ah, maybe."

If possible, Huai Shi would almost raise her hands in agreement: "The older the guy, the more deceptive it is."

"Yes, I knew that I had graduated from Jixia and went to the Social Security Bureau."

He complained with emotion: "The welfare is high and the treatment is good, and the overtime work is low. It is said that the monitor who took me at the border has now gone to the Survival Institute for further studies...and I haven't had a girlfriend for so many years."

"It's normal, and so am I."

Huai Shi wanted to comfort him, but he glared at him: "Shut up."

"..."

"I regret it."

Kuafu lowered his head and sighed tiredly: "It would be fine if I was a little stronger, and I won't die if it's difficult to get close to my mother. Until now, I won't be so powerless."

"I have tried my best, haven't you?" Huai Shi said.

But Kuafu did not answer.

Just shaking his head, after a long time, he laughed softly: "It's not only the ideal country that has a mission, Huai Shi."

Huai Shi was speechless.

"I have been thinking that if I were smarter, just like Xiaobai, I could see through one point, and I would be able to know what the old man's opportunity was, and it wouldn't be the way it is now.

If I could be like that boy Hong Chen, with a little more mind, I wouldn't always say the wrong thing, which is annoying. It’s okay to listen to the truth, with many friends, good luck like Bai Ze, or a bigger picture like a little fox..."

Kuafu laughed at himself and laughed: "Like me, someone who lacks roots in his brain always disappoints everyone, but everyone is still willing to take me to play together. This world is really incredible.

However, I can't help but think: Why can't I be like them?

I am very jealous, Huaishi—"

Kuafu asked softly: "Why can't I be like you?"

"Parents like me died early to play the cello alone?"

Huai Shi rolled her eyes and almost laughed: "Brother, both parents are a miracle these years. What kind of bicycles do we expect?

Besides, if you didn't carry me so far, I would have died, okay? "

"It's different, Huai Shi."

Kuafu shook his head, "It's different."

"You still lean on Dongxia's fifth-order. Envy me as a fourth-order toolman. It's outrageous." Huai Shi shook his head: "Let's not think about eating so many peaches, okay?

Everyone is the same, man, it's no different. "

Kuafu was stunned for a moment and looked at him, as if he had suddenly remembered something incredible, and couldn't help but pounce.

"Hehe, hehehehe, hahahaha..."

The guy laughed so hard that tears were coming out, and he couldn't stop.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"No, it's nothing."

Kuafu grinned at himself and felt this absurd gift from destiny: "I just understood that I actually complained so much and envy so much, but I have always wanted to eat peaches.

As a result, I didn’t find out—"

He stretched out his hand from his pocket, spread his five fingers, and sighed in contentment:

"What I want, isn't it always in my pocket?"

In his palm, a shriveled fruit rolled slightly.

The crumpled epidermis looked extremely shiver, as if it was malnourished, but now, it draws the blood of Kuafu, as well as the whine reverberating in the wind and the call from the world, but it seems like an illusion, and it begins to grow gradually.

Gradually, it becomes plump and full, full of vitality.

This is the fruit of Kuafu as a seed from Fusang.

With his soul, his consciousness, the desire of his life, the crystallization of condensation.

A peach?

"Is this also your arrangement, old man?"

Kuafu whispered softly: "If you turn around to such an extent, I will convince you!"

He squeezed the fruit in his hand, tried his best to prop up his body, and looked up at the rotten Gaia who was leading the Kuroshio in the distance.

Finally, he stepped out of his own footsteps.

No more hesitation!

"Where are you going?" Huai Shi was stunned.

"Of course to turn the tide!"

The embarrassed man turned his head and smiled triumphantly at him: "I have said that my tough guy style has been popular before! After waiting for so many years, it's time to go retro."

In this way, he finally said goodbye.

"Take care, Huai Shi.

I'm going to continue to fulfill my mission—"

In this way, he turned around without hesitation, toward the **** tide surging in the distance, endless enemies, those neighing monsters, and the huge carrion corpse that rushed forward.

The wind is on the face, and the abyss is sinister.

Can be in a trance, but it seems to be back to the good old time.

Walked onto the screen.

It's like, finally becoming a hero.

I want to be that kind of person.

Ever since I was a child, I have been thinking about it.

Become a warrior who turns the tide in front of the darkness, a monument that stands tall in front of evil, and a hero who never frowns in the face of pain. Just like the **** heroes in the movie.

They are not afraid of pain, fighting strength, day after day weightlifting, squatting, marathon, diligent martial arts, wind knife and frost sword can not beat them, more scars will make them stronger and stronger.

But when he grew up, he realized that the times had changed.

The tough guys he aspires to are no longer popular.

He was the only one who wandered blankly, chasing after their disappearance, at a loss as to what to do.

When the old man stretched out his hand and offered him an invitation, what was he thinking? Now I can't recall it at all.

Just remember that time, the heart is surging!

"Do you want to come?"

Xuanniao said: "We can protect this world together."

"Of course!"

Kuafu squeezed the palm of the old man's hands without hesitation, almost, tears filled his eyes: "I have waited for this day for many years!"

Now, this day has finally arrived.

"It's up to you whether it's dead or alive, old man."

In front of the galloping wave, the lone defender squeezed the fruit in his hand, "I believe you!"

I waited for so many years.

Today’s force, I pretended it!

He opened his mouth and swallowed the bitter fruit of his life.

In the spreading pain, he roared silently towards hell.

The terrifying flames gushed out from his mouth and nose, tearing the dark tide easily. It seems that infinite power suddenly burst out of the body, swelling rapidly.

Burn everything to death.

Including myself...

"Wait, it seems...where..."

He widened his eyes: "Not so right?"

boom!

Before the darkness, a pillar of fire rose from the ground, and after completely burning him to death, it spread and scattered pale fly ash all over the world.

Kuafu disappeared without a trace.

"Failed?"

Xuanniao's movement was stagnant, stiff in place, staring at the projection in front of him.

Almost forgot to breathe.

Just under Jixia, a sad bell burst out from the gloomy underground palace.

The silent Danqing scroll suddenly rolled over, and a large pen appeared from above like a rafter, passing straight through countless records, falling at the beginning of the volume, completely erasing the name of Kuafu at the front!

People die like a lamp.

This proof from the source code was quickly passed on to Xuanniao's perception, causing the old man to fall into a chair and no longer have the strength to support it.

It's hard to breathe.

But soon, he felt that the white wolf hook in his sleeve was shaking endlessly!

High-pitched tweet!

As if smelling the resonance from the present...

When Xuanniao opened the compass in her arms, she saw the pointer spinning frantically, indicating that the turmoil in the starfield came from the violent conflict between the palaces.

Even... the turbulence of fate!

That is the destiny that is about to be reborn, in the gestation, roaring towards the earth.

Overlooking the dust!

At that moment, the pillar of fire rising from the ground suddenly split in the chessboard, and eight completely different miraculous imprints grew out of it like branches and leaves.

Swirling between the earth and the projection of Hoshino of Endless Destiny.

[Dry], [Kan], [Gen], [Shake], [Sunda], [Li], [Kun], [Daily]...

The innate gossip repeats here, and the infinite gravity bursts out of the twisting maneuver, turning into a tornado, covering the dark tide. The large groups, legions, monsters, rivers of blood, and all insignificant enemies are drawn into this purgatory like dust. In the melting pot.

Turned into dust.

There was only a red outline, slowly emerging from the purgatory like a furnace.

Skeletons, internal organs, texture, skin...

Like a recast of gold and iron.

Forge yourself into a weapon capable of destroying everything!

"Come!"

At that moment, Kuafu raised his pupils and called to the world.

The world is shaking, everything is in turmoil.

"Come!" he shouted again.

The mountains have shifted, and the seas have turned over.

"Come!"

When the last call rang through the world, in the deepest part of the Jixia Underground Palace, the dust-covered ancient bronze soldier trembled and screamed, sensing this fateful call.

Suddenly disintegrated and turned into dust all over the ground~lightnovelpub.net~ But in the midst of the fire and storm that occupied the axis of heaven and earth, the ten thousand zhang cold light suddenly extended, and it condensed into shape in Kuafu's unfolded hands.

At that moment, the majestic armor appeared out of thin air, and in the mighty roar of the heavens and the earth and all things like joyous songs, the red feathers of fire rose from the crown.

The golden eyes of Liuhuo overlooked, watching everything!

When the big pen on the Danqing scroll fell again, a brand-new name taboo appeared behind Xuanniao's name!

The mere existence shocked the stigmata of the entire Eastern Xia family.

Just writing makes all those who sublime feel its majesty and majesty.

This is the honorable name that cannot be inherited unless you bet on your own life, unless the world collapses and the country is overthrown, you can never condense the destiny!

What is needed is the full support of the Eastern Xia family, what is needed is the determination of thousands of people to go forward, and the preparation of sacrificing everything and even the soul.

Necessary, this share... the desire to become a hero!

When the world is on the verge of collapse, when all things call for redemption, when demons occupy the world, when outsiders usurp orthodoxy.

This strength will come upon the call to set everything out of chaos anyway!

The crown of the fate of the Eastern Xia for five thousand years.

Well-deserved first hero!

——【Crowned Person· Monkey King】!

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