"Of course, it is to unite to drive them all out, so that the earth can return to its former peace, and not be disturbed by any cosmic people. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Mitsuhiko Ishibori said as if he took it for granted, his face full of determination, like a strong fighter.

"Really? Good idea. Yoshizawa nodded with interest, and then said to Mitsuhiko Ishinori, "So can you tell me your true identity now?"

Yoshizawa Ryoyu was talking to Mitsuhiko Ishihori here, and the energy in the palm of his right hand behind his back had already gathered into a clump, and the dark purple energy covered his palm, wrapping his right hand entirely, and from time to time several extremely subtle lightning bolts burst out.

"Alas," the indignation and resoluteness on Mitsuhiko Ishinori's face suddenly disappeared, and he changed his face faster than turning a book, and looked at Yoshizawa Ryoyu with pity, and his tone was also full of regret: "Why can't you trust me?

Mitsuhiko Ishibori was bowing his head and sighing, as if Yoshizawa had missed out on some prize. Yoshizawa Ryoyu stomped the ground with his right foot, his body was like lightning, and he rushed forward quickly, and at the same time, his right fist, which was haunting the lightning, swung out and hit Mitsuhiko Ishihori who was only seven or eight meters away.

The fist wind brought by the strength of the momentum blew the shelves on both sides, like a tornado, rolling up all the confetti on the ground, and it looked as if a huge electric fan had been installed in the room.

Mitsuhiko Ishihori still stood there as if he didn't notice anything, just raised his head slightly, looked at Yoshizawa Ryoyu's right fist towards him with contempt, and said in a mocking tone: "It seems that this is your choice, it's really stupid, if you are obedient, I will be merciful to let you live." ”

'Bang!'

In the words of Mitsuhiko Ishihori, Ryoyu Yoshizawa's accumulated energy punch slammed into Mitsuhiko Ishihori's chest, and the gathered energy exploded forward, instantly wrapping Mitsuhiko Ishihori in energy, under this terrifying energy shock wave, Mitsuhiko Ishihori disappeared and became invisible in an instant.

The aftermath of the energy continued to rush forward, and the rows of shelves that were 'blocked' in front of it were extinguished without even holding on for a second, and then bombarded the wall, blasting out a hole in the masonry wall with a diameter of more than one meter, and cracks of all sizes were cracked around, and the structure of the entire wall was completely destroyed, making an overwhelming sound of 'click!click!', and dust fell from the cracks one after another.

The owner of the shop next to him and a few customers stood in the smoke with frightened faces, staring at the big hole in the wall and Yoshiyuke Yoshizawa standing in the opposite shop, completely unaware of what was going on, they were just bargaining and then a big hole appeared in the wall.

Immediately, their eyes widened little by little, and their mouths slowly grew, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and their pupils reflected a scene that could be called hell: behind Yoshizawa Ryoyu, a tentacle with a diameter of no more than five or six millimeters was surging wildly, rapidly entwining together, condensing a pair of feet, then legs, and then the body, and even the combat uniform with the night raid team also appeared a little bit synchronously, as if it was 3D printing, from something to nothing.

And Yoshizawa Ryoyu, who 'eliminated' Mitsuhiko Ishihori here, did not have a smile on his face, but a trace of shock and fear appeared, and he felt a palm behind his back against his spine.

At the same time, Mitsuhiko Ishinori's voice sounded in his ears from behind him, and there was a deep contempt in that voice that could not be concealed: "Ignorant and stagnant evolution of human beings are destined to be eliminated, but garbage also has a humble value, of course you too." ”

As he spoke, Mitsuhiko Ishinori's right hand suddenly spread out and turned into dozens of slender tentacles, spreading madly on Yoshizawa Ryoyu's body, quickly wrapping Yoshizawa Ryoyu, no matter what he struggled with, he couldn't shake these thin tentacles at all.

Mitsuhiko Ishibori said with a smug expression, "Familiar, I've improved Kutula so that I can wrap around my opponent faster and absorb his energy." I'm not like that stupid guy like Mizoro Mujinya, who obviously has an absolute advantage, but I still have nothing to show off, so that the opponent can reverse the tide of battle when you are talking. Okay, now your energy is mine. ”

As he spoke, the tentacle net transformed by Mitsuhiko Ishinori's spread right hand had completely wrapped Yoshizawa Ryoyu inside, and then the black tentacle net glowed with a dark purple light, and a steady stream of energy was extracted from the cocoon formed by the tentacle net and poured into Mitsuhiko Ishinori's body.

This strange scene made several people in the store next door who were in shock react at once, looking at this guy who definitely didn't look like a human being, and those disgusting tentacles.

"Ahh

It only took more than ten seconds for the tentacles that wrapped Yoshizawa to recede like a tide, all shrinking back to Mitsuhiko Ishinohori's wrist, recondensing his intact right hand.

Losing his support, Ryoyu Yoshizawa fell straight ahead, slamming on the floor with a muffled 'bang!'.

From time to time, bubbles bulged out from under Mitsuhiko Ishinobori's skin, but soon the bubbles disappeared, and then they bulged up in other places, and the cycle continued as if something was about to protrude.

Eventually, all the bubbles converged on his left shoulder, and with a soft sound, Mitsuhiko Ishinobori protruded a long tentacle from his left shoulder, and the pus-like liquid spread out in all directions, falling to the ground with a 'boom!' sound, and the liquid fell on the marble floor with a corrosive sound, and in the blink of an eye, the marble floor was corroded into one pit after another of different sizes.

Mitsuhiko Ishibori turned his head to look to the left, and the tentacles on his shoulders squirmed, revealing a small face, like a sculpture, and if you looked closely, it was the fallen angel Raphael. Mitsuhiko Ishibori nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself, "The first one has already arrived, and there are two more." ”