The Dark Six Kings looked solemnly at the city covered in dust and mist in the distance.

"What's the matter, why did that **** suddenly appear where, attacked, and blatantly exposed his whereabouts? What is the purpose of him walking on the street?"

"Could it be that you have decided on me?" The Dark Six King Quan's face was rather embarrassed, and there was a hint of red light in his eyes.

"The plan must be accelerated!"

Chapter 492 We only met for the second time

Emerald wings like butterfly wings stretched out with the gust of wind. On the golden table of the Ark King, Gilgamesh dragged his chin and looked indifferently at the magicians below who were fighting with the Death Apostles.

"It's just some bastards, and you deserve me to take action?" Gilgamesh's red eyes slid a trace of displeasure when he saw the bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty apostles with hideous faces.

Suddenly, the ancient queen raised her head slightly, and her onyx-like eyes flashed a hint of surprise. In her eyes, crimson cherry blossoms with blood-colored lines formed a blood-colored forest, quietly surrounding an ancient building, as if guarding her. what.

"Repeat the inherent barrier in this labyrinth-like barrier?" Gilgamesh tilted slightly, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, like a hunter who saw his prey.

Gently patted the golden throne under him, the emerald wings suddenly expanded, and the golden ark cut through the night sky, drawing beautiful curves in the sky, dodging the twisted space around him, and quickly approaching the **** cherry.

On the commercial street on the ground, the sturdy divine bull made a comparison and kicked away the dead apprentice who was trying to approach.

The thunder surrounding the muscular forefoot directly electrocuted the dead disciple who dared to offend the king in front of him.

Iskandar shook his red shirt and looked enviously at the distant Vimalakirti. "Oh, can that ark escape those twisted spaces? It's really enviable?"

"I can't get it! My king, it's useless for you to be envious here. Think about how to get rid of the entanglement of the dead on the ground."

Iskandar's thoughts are probably the most clear to Webber. This guy's problem of robbing good things can't be changed.

"Haha, that's what I said." Hearing Weber's complaints, Iskandar laughed, touched his head, smoothed the messy red hair on his head, and scanned the surrounding people with incomparable sharpness. Dead Apostles.

"Is there about 30,000 people? Is the purpose to hold me as a Heroic Spirit?" Iskandar pulled out his beloved sword Cyprus from his waist, grinning, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.

"No matter who is behind the scenes, it is your biggest mistake to compete with me Iskandar in numbers!!!"

[Inherent enchantment - the army of the king! ! ! ! ! 】

With the heroic roar of Iskandar, the yellow sand that covered the sky covered the city with a radius of 1,000 meters! ! ! ! !

despair! despair! despair! despair! despair!

The sound of the collision between the leather boots and the ground quickly sounded, and a purple figure ran fast on the spacious sidewalk.

It's not so much a run, but from Zi Wan's delicate face covered in sweat and her anxious purple eyes, she could see that she was running for her life.

At an altitude of less than 30 meters behind Zi Wan, a group of red-eyed bats formed a pitch-black sky, guarding a blond man in a black cape with makeup that resembled the Vampire Count in the movie.

The Thirteenth Patriarch of the Dead Apostles - The Night of Wallachia.

The great alchemist from the Atlas Academy went mad because he couldn't figure out a way to avoid the demise of mankind, and degenerated into the ancestor of the Dead Apostles.

However, now under the control of the Dark Six Kings, he has briefly recovered his due sanity.

"What a bad joke, as a sinner of the family, I was forced to kill the younger generation of the ZTE family..."

"Run away, try to escape as far as possible."

The night of Valazia looked at Zi Wan who was running for her life on the ground with a little sadness, and the bat swarm under her feet suddenly sprayed thousands of magic bullets.

The purple magic bullets slid through perfect arcs in the night sky, forming an airtight barrage net covering the sky and covering the sky towards Zi Wangai.

"Damn inherent enchantment, **** Kalbek, isn't it good to be your joker?!!!" Zi Wan pursed her lips, and her sweaty face was full of aggrieved expressions.

Even the ancestors of the Dead Apostles could not match the terrifying power of the Atlas Academy, one of the three giants of the Magician Association.

Originally, many of his comrades were beside him. Under the bombardment of various magic equipment, he paid the price of dozens of casualties. The night of Varazia was on the verge of desperation several times. If it were not for his conceptualized body, he would have died tragically on the spot.

However, under the influence of Kaubek's big labyrinth, a large number of alchemists were transferred to a dangerous place in the fierce battle, leaving only Ziwan to face the night of Wallachia alone.

"Being in a desperate situation when you are about to win, this situation is really bad!!!" Zi Wan cursed angrily.

The powerful magic props that came with it were all used up in the night of the siege of Wallachia, and now the props on my body are enough to deal with some dead apostles...

The ancestor of the dead? Wash and sleep, remember to customize the mortuary!

Suddenly, the stinging pain in her back made Zi Wan's heart tighten. The girl turned her head quickly, and a red light flashed in her eyes.

Under the effect of magic, Zi Wan can see the position of thousands of magic bullets behind him with only the corners of his eyes.

The brain, which is born with the ability to think seven times at the same time, is running fast, like a computer, calculating the best position to avoid.

"Ether Line" Zi Wan whispered a magic incantation, the amber bracelets on both hands suddenly disintegrated, and the silk threads that turned into threads suddenly poured into Zi Wan's body.

As the silk thread sank into the body, Zi Wan's movements slammed aside, like an extremely precise machine, and began a gymnastics performance that made the gymnastics champion feel ashamed and reached the limit of the human body.

The ether beam of the magic silk thread with nanometer as the unit can control the composition of the simulated nerve, and Ziwan is forcibly taking over his motor nerve with the ether beam, directly synchronizing his nerve with the brain operation.

It can be said that once the brain's evasion calculation is wrong, Zi Wan will die tragically under the bombardment of the magic bullet.

This is a terrifying technique only used by lunatics who believe in their own computing power.

- bang bang bang bang! !!!!!!

The dense explosion sounded in a hurry, and thousands of deep pits were blown out of the gray-brown asphalt road itself, setting off a huge gray dust mist.

Wallachia night stood silently in the sky, observing the dust and fog on the ground, praying for his descendants.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the dust mist and fell into the middle of the road with a bang, and then struggled several times, trying to get up and escape.

"Cough, are you going to die?" Zi Wan spat out two mouthfuls of blood with internal organs, and her face covered with black and gray was full of unwillingness.

The girl's light purple beret had long since disappeared from the previous scene, and the long ponytail at the back of her head was cut in half by a magic bullet, and there was an unpleasant smell of burnt odor, and her body and body were all densely packed. Potholes, burst out a great scenery.

"We're just meeting for the second time, Miss Ziwan? Are you ragged, are you inviting me to have a haircut?"

Chapter 493 See you in five hundred years

The dazzling Milky Way illuminates the entire city with its own little stars.

The asphalt road leading to the Imperial Palace in Chiyoda District is now covered with densely packed potholes of different sizes. The bottom of the potholes is still glowing with a reddish-brown shimmer at the moment, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell of burnt, as if suffering from suffering. The bombardment of the tank group was normal.

Zi Wan, who was lying on the ground in front of the pothole, propped up the asphalt with her elbows covered in black and ashes, and stared blankly at the figure walking slowly in front of her.

The silver shattered hair fluttered gently with the breeze, and he was simply wearing a white shirt and jeans, with simple clothes matching, and with that slightly smiling delicate face, he looked like an ordinary gentle young man.

However, Zi Wan's eyes kept trembling | trembling.

Just where the other party exists, it brings Zi Wan a fear like a mountain, no, even as if facing the heaven and the earth, that is from the heart, the fear of higher life.