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Two hours.

One hour.

Emotions secretly calculated the time, and the time for the invasion operation was getting closer and closer, and some of the Nine Angels and radio and television actors hidden in the base began to act.

In the primeval forest outside the base.

Some Nine Angels who did not have special identities also slowly sneaked in.

The emotional phase had already taken the opportunity to ghost, blurring his body, crossing the base, and sneaking towards the research area, he was very familiar with this place, and he had been here more than a dozen times.

Whew!

An electric current slashed, the peculiar force field trembled, and the emotions were directly dispersed, but fortunately it was not an entity now, so it was not shocked to death.

"Phew, this defense is still there!"

Emotionally stabilized and moved away from here.

As he guessed, the radio and television civilization still hasn't lifted the restrictions here, some time ago, he came here a dozen times, and every time he was like this, he couldn't get in.

"It's you!"

In the rest area of the base.

As he walked through a room in the lounge area, he saw a familiar person appear in the room.

Wear fantasy armor!

On the bed was a dead man, with his neck twisted.

The emotions are revealed here, but the faces remain blurred, making it difficult to see.

The other party was quite surprised and said, "You also got in!"

"You don't seem surprised?"

Emotions leaned against the door, arms folded.

"Surprised? what's so surprising, whether you are a Nine Angels or a radio and television actor, at this time, you will never do anything with me!"

"Oh, really?"

Emotional noncommittal pouting.

If he is sick now, he doesn't care about 3721, he will fight first, and then talk about it, how to die.

Fortunately, his cultivation has improved, and his ability to control his emotions is constantly increasing.

If you don't get too much stimulation, you won't get sick.

"What day are you the messenger, the Supreme Heaven, the Freedom Heaven, or the Supreme Heaven?"

The armored man asked.

"I am the messenger of the Purple Yang Heaven!"

Emotions answered.

"No way, I can feel it, you don't have a soul, you must be a distraction from some being......"

The armored man shook his head.

He himself is a distraction from the Supreme Being.

"You say yes, yes!"

Emotions are too lazy to refute.

In fact, what he said was pretty much the same, but he was the Dharma Minister, not the distraction in his mouth, and the distraction, like the incarnation, did not have growth, just like a disposable.

But I didn't expect this guy to come from the last three days!

The first three days, the middle three days, and the next three days have always been legends, and many messengers don't even know the names of the last three days.

The first three days are the places after the ascension of the middle three days and the next three days.

Only god-level emissaries were allowed to enter that place.

There, the realm is divided into lower deity, upper deity, heavenly deity, and great deity

"How was that guy last time?"

The emotional phase suddenly remembered the golden immortal-level envoy who appeared that day, since this task world does not allow envoys who have completed more than three tasks to enter.

Then the price he paid must not be small.

"You mean that idiot who shot at the protagonist, hmph, he dared to come in his real body and break the mission rules of that thing, and the end is not good!"

The armored man said with a look of disdain.

The thing he was talking about was the Book of the Nine Heavens, and the Nine Angels could not call him by his name, otherwise he would be punished.

"Oh!"

The mood was not salty.

"I know you want that bone too, let's cooperate, we'll get that bone and half of each"

Armored man's road.

"The bones, the devil's bones?"

"Of course it's that bone, why did you come down for that bone, did you pay such a big price just to come down and play?"

The armored man scoffed.

What a hypocrisy this guy is!

Everyone is trying to take that bone, you know what you know here, you think you can swallow it alone?

It's not that he didn't want to keep it alone.

But this bone is very important, and maybe there will be other Upper Three Angels to take it.

Just in case.

It is necessary to pull a helper.

Half of the benefits are also not hesitated.

Anyway, the two have also fought side by side, and they are somewhat familiar with each other, and they are more comfortable to cooperate.

"I see!"

Emotions flickered.

It seems that the bone from which the devil's blood was extracted was not simple, and it actually attracted a messenger from the last three days.

Bang!

A loud explosion was heard in the room.

The emotional phase immediately blurred his body, walked through the door of the room, and rushed out, "I agree to cooperate, let's act when the time comes!"

The armored man didn't open the door either, he directly smashed the door open with his fist.

Crashed all the way.

The Devil Hunters of the terrorist organization have rushed here, and they have released a large number of devils in the base, and these devils are all ordinary people who have been newly infected, since the devil virus has developed the characteristics of infection.

The number of devils is increasing.

A large part of it is this terrorist organization.

They use all means to eliminate the devil hunters in country T.

"Radio and television garbage, go die!"

An ordinary young man hid in a corner of the base, holding a pen, and frantically writing dead words in a notebook.

In the base, from time to time, someone collapsed to the ground holding his heart, and his pupils gradually dilated.

Soon lost his life.

The pen in his hand was a terrible magic weapon.

Anyone who comes near him will be breathed by the pen, and as long as he writes a dead word on the paper with that pen, that person will die.

Just a few minutes.

Many people have already been killed by him.

These dead people are the targets he has set in more than three months, anyway, for him, as long as he is not a Nine Angels, he can kill them!

This pen is inked with the life force of the host.

With constant writing.

The young man's hair began to turn gray one by one, and the flame of life gradually extinguished.

"Ahem, this body is about to be scrapped, I have to change my body"

The young man clutched his heart and coughed a few times.

He looked left and right and saw a passing devil hunter, he walked over and patted the other man on the shoulder, and as soon as the other person turned around, an ordinary black pen was inserted into his eyebrows.