"He~he~he~, little heroes, do you see it? In order to allow you to enjoy the wonderful pictures of the QVod live broadcast before you die, Earl Ben specially slowed down the magic power of the "proton impact cannon (protonco11ider)" a lot, and the preparation time was extended from the original six minutes to a full hour!

At the moment, enough has been appreciated, right? These reality live shows can be regarded as additional benefits given away by contemptible people on the eve of Huangquan! After all, Count Ben is a gentleman with a lot of humanity!

Heh~he~, goodbye, get on your way! ”

The battle between the two sides, no matter which battlefield it is, has been going on for nearly an hour. Currently, the class weapon · Proton Impactor (Protonco11ider)" has basically been accumulated.

Now, outsiders can clearly see with a pair of naked eyes through the live video broadcast that the inside of the Gatling-style rotating barrel is shining with dots of blue light, and the magic array that appears on the top of the turret is about to shoot the specific time in the form of Arabic numerals, showing it:

In a trembling thrill, people timidly silently counted: there are less than fifty-nine seconds left!

Originally, with Quirrell's gold-level strength, if he was really serious, he could defeat all the magicians who remained on the scene in just a few seconds! Even their strength has far surpassed the S level!

However, after he beat Lingxiao and Julias so much that he rolled his eyes and fainted suddenly, he smiled "he~he", and then lowered his swelling power, and refined a blood-red magic power, condensed it in the palm of his hand, forming a whip that could shrink freely. Then, with a playful attitude, he excitedly teased the remaining three girls-----

Siluddy, Mireyu, and Natal!

During this period, although every blow hit them accurately, these bloody scars, if you look closely, are all skin injuries that are not very important. However, for forty or fifty minutes, the girls kept looking for an opportunity to fight back, but the cunning Quirrell, like a cunning gopher, managed to dodge each time in a way that the girls could not match.

In addition, while appreciating their struggling and stubborn posture, Quirrell did not forget to exert rough spurs on various parts of their bodies. Naturally, after the accumulation of hundreds of injuries, the girls' unyielding will finally showed a hint of relaxation.

Immediately afterward, the legs, covered with whip marks, twitched softly, and finally, after a feeling of weakness and prostration, they fell to their knees in exhaustion.

Standing next to him, Quirrell, gloating, is like a Spanish bullfighter with royal blood, taking the brutal, bloodthirsty killings as a proof of his courage! And for those aristocratic spectators who call themselves gentlemen, this kind of bloody and exciting fight is regarded as a graceful and luxurious dance feast!

And Xiludi, Mi Leiyou, Natal, the three girls who were spurred to the point of dying, but in the struggle of dying, the artistic beauty contained in this "bullfight" was sublimated to a passionate **!

It's the best expression of body art, and it's the perfect blend of violence and fidelity!

"轱辘~轱辘~轱辘~"

"Huh? Chenxing~~~ Isn't this guy absorbing electricity? Does he still have this special skill? ”

"Yikes! Wait~~~ This is so unfair! I've been hurt like this by you, kid, but you still have to recharge? Can't you just fight with me in a dignified manner? ”

Chenxing was in a spasm all over, painfully absorbing the fresh air that had cooled down with great difficulty around him, and his wandering gaze stared at Bols, who was also panting heavily.

In his heart, he has gradually begun to understand the situation on the scene, the other party is not only strong, the defense power exerted on the surface, but also retains more than sixty percent of his physical strength, as well as less than one-tenth of his internal injuries, which makes him clearly know that if he continues to stalemate like this, the last one to fall must be himself!

Therefore, the matter has come to this point, and only by pinning the faint hope in the burning enthusiasm in the chest, and the power hidden in the depths of the soul, completely aroused, and detonated into a miniature universe of stars, can we produce miracles and defeat the enemy who has a clear advantage.

However, Bols, who was standing on the opposite side, from the bottom of his heart, although he already knew that Chenxing was probably about to die, there was no need for him to be busy attacking and forcing him to exert his potential to cause miracles, he just needed to stay calmly and wait a little longer, and Chenxing would fall due to his injuries.

However, Bols's sensitive nose smelled a special smell at this time, and the reason why it was special was because this smell often appeared on rainy nights, and it was wrapped in the smell of thick earth. The specific scientific principles are:

During the rainy season, the oxygen floating in the air is ionized into ozone, which mixes with the humid air and increases the concentration of ozone ions. Therefore, inadvertently, there will be a hint of fresh smell, like a piece of grass soaked by spring rain, full of a touch of tranquility.

Suddenly, from his eyes, a trace of charm swept through, as if he had thought of something interesting, but however, his complexion did not change much, probably wanting to bluff his opponent by surprise! Then I saw his palms spread outward, and the two rows of teeth that bit his lips were also held up like wild beasts.

Suddenly, he raised his head to the sky and roared, and the huge turret erected at the front of the deck began to vibrate violently, and the shining blue points of light in the barrel were now like flying fireflies, scrambling to fly out, and then, they fused with each other again, and finally formed a series of "crackling" lightning sparks, which were swallowed into Bols's mouth in a steady stream.

In addition, what is more noteworthy is that as the lightning is devoured more and more, the scars remaining on Bols's body also quickly begin to heal. Even, his entire body, due to the excessive replenishment of electricity, began to shine with a dazzling electric light.

It's just that this electric light is not simply lingering on the outside, but is released from the depths of his body, dyeing his internal organs with a layer of blue-purple electric light. In short, under the rendering of strong light, his spirit, physical strength, energy, and feeling are all full to the limit!

"Nani (what)? What the hell are you talking about? Bols~~~ He ate all the electricity of the "Proton Hit Gun (Protonco11ider)"? Why is this kid so reckless? The "Proton Impactor (Protonco11ider)" is a weapon, although it is really nothing for a magician like us who has awakened the ultimate source power~~~

However, it is much stronger than these "S-class" mages! Bols's strength is about the same as that of Hiluddi! However, she only touched part of the power of the laser cannon to the point of death. But ~~~ Pols ate all the electricity?

His body can't bear it at all! Not only will it explode, but it will also affect the entire Helicarrier! What nonsense! Troublemaker! My spaceship, my goods, my mobile base~~~~ Now, I'm afraid it's all going to ~~~"

While Quirrell was in the midst of a profane swing of the Blood Whip, he suddenly received an unexpected report that read:

The power system of the "Proton Impactor (Protonco11ider)" has problems again! The magic timer above the barrel had already entered the urgent stage of the last five seconds, but just before the high-rotating barrel was about to fire, it stopped inexplicably.

After the staff checked it, it turned out that this was all a good thing done by Bols! In addition, when Bols absorbs electricity, it may be because it is too fast, resulting in the inside of the laser cannon, which is responsible for transporting the parts and pipes of magic power, in a short period of time, can not withstand the excessive power output, after the "click~click" sound, there is a short circuit, and part of the structure is burned out, so it needs to be repaired for the time being, and it cannot be continued to be used!

Although, for the needs of the battle, Quirrell did set up a set of magical enchantments inside the mothership that could increase the defense of the mothership. However, due to the absence of Petrov's participation in the war, this set of defenses was particularly simple to apply, and could only withstand the impact under the "S level", and the power of this laser cannon was far beyond this level.

So, if Bols's body, once it can't withstand this force, there is a big explosion. The mobile base camp that I have worked so hard to run will be reimbursed! Inside the mothership's cabin, there are a dazzling array of magic equipment, experimental data, materials, and some valuable "goods", all of which must be finished!

This was undoubtedly a catastrophic blow to Quirrell, who loved business and money, enough to make him vomit blood! Therefore, his heart of blasphemy that was full of interest, at this moment, was suddenly frozen and gurgled as if someone had poured a basin of cold liquid nitrogen!

However, no matter how tragic the damage will occur at a height of two or three thousand meters, the crowd on the ground who are screaming in amazement is finally saved!

In addition, because the laser cannon burned out, the electric eel tentacles used to squeeze magic power also stopped the piston movement that was currently at the peak of the wave under the principle of series circuit circuits.

Although, the ravages of birds and beasts are finally over. But the little pain left before, as well as the relief pleasure of ups and downs in the previous second, is still under the symphony called "Aftertaste", and the unwilling sorrow is intoxicated, which can also be clearly seen from the perspective of the audience audience:

**On the surface, the violently wriggling electric eel tentacles, although they have long since receded, the girl's whole body is still reflexively doing the same convulsive movements as before, as if there are countless invisible sturdy figures, which are violently invading the girls' messy bodies from all angles.

Others, from the outside, glow with the temperament of a knight and a slightly heroic mature woman, lying at the bottom of the glass tank, squirming selflessly with a sexy and enchanting figure, blooming graceful dance music in decadence, looking miserable and charming.

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