"This ...... No way. Pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "Chen Heng, who knew that his kicking strength was just past the ability to kick the other party to the tumbling, looked at the location of the outer hall of the temple that raised dust, and knew that there was only one 'culprit' that made him suddenly powerful, "Maotian, is it your ghost?" ”

"That's what you wanted, master." Mao Tian's projection image nodded solemnly, "Your emotions must be vented in this way, holding this fire is not good for your body and mind and the handling of this incident." ”

"Just believe your nonsense." Chen Heng raised his head and looked at the scorching island sun above him, "Okay, I originally wanted to fight them all, so I would like to trouble you to continue to work on your strength." ”

"Yes, master." Catada's avatar disappeared from his retina at the same time, "Besides, reinforcements from the pseudo-gods should be coming in soon." ”

"One or ten thousand." Ignoring his assistant's warning, he continued to stride forward, "It's just these nasty ancient dregs, I'm going to knock them all down with my fist one by one. ”

From Kyle Norral's regular "flying" out of the temple to his being kicked into the main entrance of the hall outside the temple by Chen Heng again, it was only a few minutes before and after.

Kyle Noral's body slammed steadily into the hall in an arc of diagonal throwing, and after bouncing twice on the ground, he continued to hit the Everbright Altar in the hall with kinetic energy.

It is one of the altars dedicated to the true gods, and on top of it is an oil candle made from the fat of the whales that are difficult to catch in the depths. Whenever a new bishop or archbishop is appointed, he or they must perform a ceremony in front of the hall of the temple, to which they were previously denied, and to swear their piety before the true God.

And this altar, which was full of ever-bright lamps and quite imposing, was completely smashed by the figure that flew in at that moment.

The fine wooden planks were shattered into sawdust and shards, and half of the splendid and abstract "glass statues of the true gods" embedded in the so-called altar were also turned into fragments of glazed tiles, and candle wax and wooden planks were all scattered on the ground, and there was no possibility of repair.

"Damn...... It is a relic of the true God. Lying in the center of the shard, Kyl Norral was facing the half-mutilated glass statue of the true god, but he had already completely forgotten what the glass statue was, and the only thing that filled the void of his empty memory was guilt and anger, "How dare that guy ...... Damn, why can't the body move? I'm going to break him to pieces! ”

"You have no brute strength, even Hemarita can contain you." By his side, the temple attendants who had been guarding here had already fled in panic, or had retreated to the rear of the temple at the behest of another living god, Kitaro, who had also changed his weapon and stood beside the fallen Kyl Noral, ready to meet Chen Heng here.

"So anyone with even the slightest bit of magic can push you to the ground and rub you. It's a pathetic martial arts faction - the brain is not good, and the arms are not strong. ”

"Weak guys who can't use real weapons, don't be able to do it in front of the uncle." Kyle Noral struggled to support his body, but found that his limbs were so weak that he could only exhale in vain, and his breath softened a lot. "Knock that guy down in front of you for me to see, and then show off your exploits to me."

"Oh, you can watch it carefully."

Kitaro waved his medium-height wand and handsomely stuck it on the stone floor. The pure lattice metal made in the era of the old cosmic civilization made this wand even if it was used so roughly, there was still no damage, and even the scratches were completely invisible.

As far as his line of sight could see, Chen Heng was already walking leisurely and slowly. Kitaro's palms suddenly felt a little weak in his confidence—there seemed to be something wrong with this guy. Well, very wrong feeling.

Indescribable fear gradually devoured Kitaro from the nerve endings under the skin. The most terrible fear is not the feeling of being defeated, but the fear of the unknown, or the things that you have forgotten and cannot be defeated.

In the later stages of the Lost Connection War, the "Red Star" was besieged by multiple forces and gained the upper hand. Just when the Red Star and the Slavs that make up the main body of the Red Star were about to be exterminated, the initiator of this alliance, "Dixie", was deterred by the threat of an unknown force in outer space and stopped treating the Slavs unfairly. Of course, this also became an important foreshadowing for the signing of the armistice agreement later.

One of the leaders of the invincible "Dixie" at the time was Kitaro, who was now holding a wand. And the person who made the threat that if Dixie did not stop his racist actions, he would launch a weapon to wipe all his members off the face of the earth was Chen Heng - not that the two of them would finally meet again here.

"Your brother should be ashamed to have an older brother like you."

The non-standard English was a meeting gift from Chen Heng to this old acquaintance when they got together again.

What is this man talking about? This is what I have never ...... Never? Languages I've heard. The deep cranial nerves of Quitaro's hippocampus tried to find memories between synapses, but in vain.

"How? You're afraid you've forgotten that there is such an explorer brother. Ignoring Kitaro, who was trembling slightly, Chen Heng, who slowly closed the distance, continued to talk about old family routines in a Chinese accent of English, "But it's okay, your brother has forgotten that there is such a brother who holds the Confederate flag high, but is even more brazen than the Democratic Party's mother-in-law." You are not worthy to be his brother, and you are not worthy to lead Dixie......"

"Enough!" Kitaro finally couldn't stand the chatter of the man in front of him, and angrily pulled out his wand, "Have I allowed you to speak?" A lowly yellow-skinned clown, become a sliced sausage in front of the magic of the gods! ”

Wind blade magic, this is Kitaro's magic weapon. The original wand grants him more power than other magicians, which is why he is stronger than other magicians - the winds and breezes in their hands have become windblades capable of tearing flesh in Kitaro's hands: his non-Kitaro skills are more than ordinary people, but the artifacts in his hands are sharper.

"It's still the same as when you were at Dixie, poor white thing." Chen Heng seemed to have his hands still in his trouser pockets, but his pupils had already selected the type of command on the projection screen of the retina. "You always feel that the weapons you have at your disposal, the tools you rely on, are a sign of the same excellence of the race you lead."

The rapidly spinning aperture on the wand represents the start of a signal transmitter that has been working for 20,000 years at high speed. In principle, this signal transmitter and the product used by the "Elf" are considered to be the creation of the same generation of technology, but the former has been used in a maintenance-free state for too long, and it has long been a little overwhelmed - Chen Heng does not even have the need to entrust Maotian to conduct a working condition analysis, he can know the status of this product by looking at the self-test lamp on it: the lamp has long been completely extinguished, I am afraid it has long been damaged.

"But what if you're holding a piece of?" Chen Heng gave a few orders slightly, and out of thin air he "conjured" several wands that were exactly the same as the utensils in Kitaro's hand, "Use those two eyes of yours to take a look, the remnants of the Confederate soul who don't want to disperse like a fool." What you have in your hand is nothing more than the mass production of modern industry, worse than the Colt pistol you cherished in the past. ”

Several identical wands have not been cared for by Chen Heng or anyone at all since they were teleported from the lunar warehouse, and they were all bound by gravity and fell to the ground making a clanging sound - there are several airtight containers in the lunar warehouse, and Chen Heng is not distressed at all when he uses this kind of game prop and children's toy.

Perhaps it was the object's sympathy, and the wand in Kitaro's unwielded hand made a sharp sound almost at the same moment. The fact that a highly integrated circuit can survive until 20,000 years later and can still start is the highest praise for its quality, and to make it work at full power can only make it usher in its own end sooner.

Capacitors, resistors, inductors and other components went out of control one after another, and the collapse of each component similar to the size of the cell would cause the robustness (durability) of the entire system to further decrease, and the end result would be the collapse and damage of more components, so the green smoke soon came out of the crack in the wand in Kitaro's hand - before he used the wind blade magic to shatter Chen Heng's bones.

The succession of events left Kitaro at a loss. He began to believe a little that the man in front of him was a "true god" - if he wasn't a true god, how could he suddenly conjure so many wands that were exactly the same as the artifact in his hand?

Looking back at the banner and patterned wand in his hand, Kitaro stretched his mouth even wider - the aura that should have been brighter and brighter had long since faded into oblivion, and the green smoke was coming out of the top of the wand, and the whole wand was still shaking in his hand.

With that bang, the aura and the shaking disappeared at the same time. The wand in Kitaro's hand had now completely turned into a-stirring stick - and if things hadn't gotten worse, it might not blow in the face.

Chen Heng raised his hand, he knew very well that this kind of tranquility was not the end of this electrical appliance. He compared his hand to the shape of a pistol and aimed it at Kitaro, who was panicking. Perhaps he had a close relationship with the tormented wand, but the moment he raised his hand and grinned and spat out "bang", something that Kitaro didn't expect happened.

In his hand, the runaway of the wand's superconducting capacitor exploded through the tightly lattice metal shell, instantly blowing Kitaro into a bloody blur.