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Gradually, I saw it clearly, and my vision broadened.

The pupils grow, and the woman's messy hair and white cheeks are raised. She just sat on the ground, surrounded by a high wall full of the wreckage of the creation, and after the [Light Cross] appeared, she should be able to admire the silhouette cast from the wreckage, horizontally and vertically.

There were also traces of undried blood on his hair.

The back of his hand was covered with dried blood clots, the red color spreading all the way to the ground, and George swung the few bandages left on his arm to create a rigid wrist and roared in the swing.

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[Black King] twisted his limbs, and the metal fingers pressed against the wall contracted tightly, squeezing blood and flesh between his fingers, blurred, blurred. She glanced at the old man with a misty look, and felt that this would not work, so she simply closed her eyes and chose to wait.

"I'd love to try the feeling of tearing apart the Creator."

She did not apologize, he did not bear ashes.

"Tell me! Tell me? [Black King]! ”

Lorain is not a food to be eaten for nothing, its taste buds must be extremely dirty, but it is also purified. Monsters give birth to monsters, and they should have killed [Elimination] in the first place, and the dream world has been out of control many times.

"Right? Right! ”

The old man also roared, and the [field] pushed out around him pressed everyone backwards.

"Of course you know, you know, you know. Self-referential creation has always been one of our conventions, a taboo. I've explained it clearly enough, and you must, you must know, the effect of crossing the agreement. You will get your wish, this is a new, new, new agreement between us. ”

Shut up, let go, step back.

The woman sat down, not looking at the approaching cage, dark and frozen.

The coffin drank bitter wine as it chanted, opened its mouth slowly, and opened its tongue.

"The loop leads to the Abyss Pavilion, where the Dream Realm will judge her as she deserves." The young subordinate said softly. "Before the handover process can begin, the creator's brain must be intact, the upper body intact, and the limbs at your disposal. The Department of Consciousness Engineering needs the subject's physical and volitional centers as the medium of extraction. ”

"Tell me this?"

George is very "George".

"Just to get revenge on you."

The subordinate looked at the ground, cold sweat flowing.

"Well, after all, Heita never asks about the process, only about [genes]. This time, I invite you..."Heavy coffin telescopic in the dark. "How about participating in a "peeling" process? ”

The pipe breathed a scorching breath, and his subordinates thought his eyes were smoking.

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A subset of the heavy coffin, with its neck tilted up, its outer contours undulating, swallowing the [Black King].

Everyone stepped forward and clearly touched the sweat and capillaries left behind by their trembling rigid wrists with their eyes. Soon after, George, who had lost his arm, would put into his own crazy thoughts. And there is only a little reason left, and it is really uncomfortable to press on my heart.

It's Lu'er.

It's Lu'er!

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The coffin was also closed, standing in the midst of the crowd, like the weight of a tombstone. Above, there was a loud noise, and it was time to break free. Look at the sky, there is a fire falling, through the clear [sky], the girl is lonely and sneaking in the blue waves, with an elongated trident in her hand, a solid cold killing weapon.

People are on the verge of killing.

Standing high on the bow of the ship, the rudder shuttling in the hands of the seammy bird. The sound of the sea hitting the air is pleasant, and the notes seem to be raised from the depths of the nasal cavity, and the visual nerve is challenged. People realize that there is something special hidden in the composition of the sea water. Subconsciously, she tightened the gauze around her mouth and nose, put on a beak mask, and inhaled a lot of air.

The original use of the beak mask was derived from the rudimentary methods used by doctors to fight the virus during the Black Death. The seammy still remembers very clearly that in the years of his wolf king, dream and reality, countless people died because of this. The disease originated from a virus that had not yet been cracked at that time, plague infection. In the Middle Ages, the virus became a symbol of going to another world, which is too romantic, because people who took the road to heaven suffered physical pain, wore out the last spirit and will, and fell silently.

The girl once asked herself: what is missing?

The girl once replied: self-emotion. [Index to the previous chapter, pay attention to flipping through]

"The out-of-control creation, infected."

Folding his arm, Tiannian suddenly shifted five meters to the left, and the string cannon surrounded the corner of the dragon's body.

In another place, on the side at a forty-five-degree angle, commonly known as the left flank, the cannon fire of other unsunken sailing ships licked the fangs of the beast, shattering its throat and oozing juice, which was a strange bright blue.

A boat jumped out of the water, dressed in black and pulling a rope, to hide its face, and sailed up to the backbone of the beast!

The side chords were not covered with iron armor with cannon muzzles, but were covered with steel claws of terrifying diameter, grabbing into the bone marrow and flowing with sparks.

Rotate 90 degrees, drill, instantly.

Dragon scales pierced, fifty percent.

The hull of the ship was broken, and a huge [iron insect] was drilled out of it, shaking its head and losing its soul, and its mouth was stretched and spewed white, and its body was curling.

The mechanical rodent gnawed, broke the tooth gate, grew again, and is in use.

The behemoth was frightened and fell into the water, tumbling on the surface of the water, unable to transpire.

"George?!"

The old man only has strong muscles on his upper body, and the tattoo of blood-colored gears is impressive, like a black-red ukiyo-e, in the sky.

The behemoth raised its head and sent out an arc-shaped cloud through the air, piercing the void.

"Don't let it run!"

The seammy bird looks up.

Ah, what a surprise, when did Black Buddha run to the front.

Tiannian was sandwiched between the two, and under the front of the hull, a 24-ton blade armor jumped out, and the controller was a silent [Ji Posture]. It thinks in space, and blood can feed it.

A person who maintains the form of a black Buddha is naturally a bird.

Behind the behemoth, the trident bulged into the ocean, the girl burst into white light, and the crew shouted.

[Little Sea God], from the young power, the whole body of the unconcealed girl wields a killing weapon, linear text pierced into the ankle from behind, arms extended, cross symbol.

"Siege, done."

The beast became anxious and swayed into the air, greeted by the scent of highly active agents.

Smelling this smell, the Shaped Bird ordered the Black Buddha to fold his hands and judge with his [Good and Evil Eyes], scanning the opponent's hands and feet countless times, but he could not catch the omen of action that existed in the world.

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It's not a wise move at all, Shapebird, you old thing, you still treat creatures with the same way you treat humans. Creation lacks self-reflection and is hardly aware of what it means to be a creature!

[Eyes of Good and Evil] did not look into the eyes of the beast.

It is a self-referential creation, and the person who made it has been arrested, and the interrogation has not yet begun. The Upper Realm will seriously torture her about this, and she can't lose the [King], this is the task of the moment.

The old guy on the [Iron Worm] tugged at the rope and raised his head to the people on the shoulders of the Black Buddha. At the same time, the iron rope under his body bowed his waist, strangled the first [bite point] of the giant beast's waist, and the operation blockade began.

It is precisely because the self-referential creature has mastered the human language by itself, and when the seven locks are welded to the body, the pain of the [Living Grave] can come. It is your last host, another "beast" that we have created together, and appears as a Fibonacci number in a time period.

Pulling up, the [Wire Worm] began to increase its self-appreciation, and the two were carried by the giant beast, moving eastward at high speed, only three kilometers away from the seawater border.

A long three kilometers.

It killed Loraine, I saw it with my own eyes.

The little sea god stood in his clothes, surprised a lot, and two lines of tears.

All the way, when he rushed to the Black Buddha, the shape bird sighed, and the monster had strangled five big locks, and the sound of beating the dragon scales against each other was from low to high, with a hint of the breath of loving the wise. Ordinary creation can no longer bear the pain of being unable to be recreated, unless it can be compared to the Living Grave. And it, the time taken now, has this power. The writhing posture of the creation is comparable to that of Venus. It's not because of the missing arm, but because of the smile on his face when he unloads it, or the hideous face that is devastated.

He began to think in his mind about what the [Living Grave] looked like back then, whether it was in the Black Tower or the White Tower, it was a well-known tragedy. In the eyes of the Living Grave itself, it is more like the sum of the sorrows that this era can create. Faintly, [Wang], it seems to be another kind of "out of control", but people's attitudes towards her are very different.

The little sea god ascended to heaven and joined the ranks of watching. Even if you break out of the [SkyOcean], you won't be able to survive. George was a tyrant in creation.

Because, seven locks, seven deadly sins, seven reincarnations.

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"Seven locks, this is the seventh, hopefully, the last."