"It's not very good." Huang Laoxie leaned on a blood-red tentacle, he was standing on the broad wall of the Maginot Line at this time, with the constantly writhing activated defense line under his feet, and the blood mist rolling above his head.

Here, Huang Laoxie killed several bloodlets, as well as countless activated limbs.

His extremely fast reaction speed made all the bloodletters who tried to condense near him become living targets, if it wasn't for the bloodletting process in the condensation process, they could also move around, and Huang Laoxie even had the leisure to carve a lotus flower on the other party's face.

Huang Laoxie came to face to face with terror and abuse, so he abandoned the gas mask issued in advance early and calmly faced the erosion of blood mist.

But nothing happened, the blood mist certainly filled his respiratory tract, but Huang Laoxi's only dissatisfaction with this smell of blood was that it was a bit light, not arrogant enough, and not as mellow as he had experienced before.

Huang Laoxie also lit a bonfire in front of him, and the flamethrower made by the Loess Academy of Sciences easily ignited the remains left by the activation, and he tried to barbecue a section of the activation tentacles, but unfortunately the taste made him think of the rotten swill.

He also wanted to try the taste of a bloodletter. But that thing always dissipated quickly in the blood mist, so that Huang Laoxie couldn't catch it.

"Lao Tzu is here! Yes, there is! Huang Laoxie shouted boredly into the depths of the blood mist: "You guys are here to talk to Lao Tzu!" ”

However, there was no response in the blood mist, and even the constantly generated bloodletters no longer appeared, and the originally soft activated defense line under his feet gradually regained the texture of the rock, and only the echo of Huang Laoxi's shout continued to echo in the blood mist.

"The remnants of fire are not worthy of our lord's attention." Finally, a voice responded to Huang Laoxi's roar in the blood mist.

A figure wearing red armor, wearing a huge blood god symbol on his head, and riding a blood crushing beast appeared in the blood mist: "After repeated reincarnations, you still refuse to dissipate, and it is meaningless to stand in front of the wheel of history again and again like a car." ”

"Yo, there's finally someone who can talk, you wait, I'll come down now!" Huang Laoxi's eyes stood up, and he jumped down from the Maginot Line: "Whoever is coming, report your name!" ”

"My name, Mathridon, is the one who contributes the blood of the outer blood to my lord Blood God." The knight in the blood mist slowly stopped: "See you again, Huang Shiren." ”

"We know each other?" Huang Laoxie landed safely on the ground, and lightning rushed towards the Horridon Champion of Torture.

Poop!

Mathriton seemed to have anticipated Huang Laoxi's routine, and with a blow of the huge blood-colored axe, Huang Laoxie was forced to withdraw: "I don't know each other this time, but in the previous two thousand three hundred and fifty-six times, we were old friends. ”

"Since we're old friends, why don't we get close?" Huang Laoxie appeared behind Mathridon like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and in a blink of an eye, a mace had been smashed into a comet and smashed into Mathridon's helmet, and he made up his mind to bully the weakness of the heavy armor warrior who turned around unhappily.

But Maseriton's giant axe was like a whirlwind, intercepting Huang Laoxie's attack horizontally again, and the huge force knocked him away again: "I have killed you two thousand three hundred and fifty-four times, and I am a little tired, so this time I avoided you, but you are obsessed." ”

"Since we've known each other two thousand three hundred and fifty-six times, why did you only kill me two three hundred and fifty-four times?" Huang Laoxie spat out blood, and this blood also dissipated in the blood mist at the moment of leaving the body: "There are two more times, it seems that I left you a deep memory, haha!" ”

"It's still so stupid, so disgusting." Mathriton moved forward unhurriedly, as if he really had no interest in Huang Laoxi: "For a poor creature like you trapped in a prison, even I should pity you. ”

"Make it clear!" Huang Laoxie possessed him again, and this time he chose to attack the Blood Crushing Beast first: "What is the result between us in those two times?" ”

Huang Laoxi's war hammer smashed a spark on the Blood Crusher, but the Blood Crush was like a statue, and did not react to Huang Laoxi's attack, and continued to advance unhurriedly towards the Maginot Line.

"Since you want to know, I can tell you if you can really withstand the truth." Matheridon paused, then moved forward again, only the sound echoing through the blood mist.

"The first time we met, you and I were born from your tyranny." Mathriton's voice was like a sharp blade, causing Huang Laoxi's stiffness in place: "The great blood god gave me life, standing side by side with you. ”

"The second time we met, you and I were enemies of each other, your compatriots ascended to the altar in your name, and some people called you Kampas, the god of war." There was a hint of sarcasm in Matheriton's voice, "But what is left of this shell from that time on?" Ridiculous, pathetic. ”

"Campas, the god of war?" Huang Laoxie muttered about this name that he had only heard not long ago, trying to distinguish the truth of Mathridon's words from it.

"Which of the gods of heaven was not born with the death of a whole world?" Mathriton taunted the sky, "What's even more ridiculous is that after thousands of reincarnations, they really think they are gods, how ridiculous? ”

"I think you're crazy!" Huang Laoxie sneered and threw a large number of explosives at Maseriton.

"Whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me, I'm just stating the facts, every time the world is broken and reorganized, we will meet again, and every time we meet, I will take something from you." Maseriton's voice came from the center of the explosion, destroying Huang Laoxie's mind: "Until now, you have nothing left, only an empty shell. ”

"Have you ever felt empty? That's because you're empty; Have you ever felt lonely? That's because you've never had a family; Have you ever felt like a walking corpse? That's because you're the walking dead! Matheridon's huge bloody axe slashed at the Maginot Line: "It's like this wall, it's worthless!" ”

Bang!

Mathridon's blood axe was completely embedded in the wall, and then melted inside, and the entire Maginot Line began to shake violently as if it had been poisoned, and the defenders of the Quake's line staggered, and the foundations near the quake began to crack widely.

"This is a gift from the Blood God, haven't you always wanted to get the blood of the variable? That's it! Matheridon roared angrily at the Maginot Line, and another blood axe condensed in the blood mist, appeared in his hand, and was then slammed into the wall: "What do you want?" I'll give you more! Tremble before the power of the Blood God! ”