The french fries were thrown into obscurity like a torrential downpour, almost obscuring the view.

Lias flapped his wings sharply and raised his body again, trying to avoid the attack altogether, which probably wouldn't do any harm.

There was a loud bang, almost a thousand feet above the ground.

The two wrists and feet kept caressing the roots of the bony crown, and a watery light and shadow flowed in Lias's cute compound eyes. As for the big cherry mouth, it kept cursing.

"Damn the broken space, that's too high. Even if you don't have enough strength, don't make yourself so short! And the space border is still simulated, and you want to kill people! After a while, if the master didn't make this broken space to pieces, the master would crawl upside down. ”

Miles away, the giant Jevre watched the headbutted intruder, a smug laugh echoing through the space.

"That deformed monster, you finally know what pain is like! Why didn't I kill you headbuttfully! Actually, don't kill yourself if you want to die! We'll fulfill you. If we don't dismantle you in eight pieces, cut you with a thousand cuts, and then break it into a ball of meat puree, so that every reborn guy can share a little taste, we can't get rid of the hatred in our hearts. ”

Before the voice fell, the food army became angry and made a loud noise. A loud and noisy echo echoed in a small space, literally a wave of sonic attacks.

One mouth is no more than hundreds of thousands of large mouths sprayed with spit.

The self-aware Lias, looking at this market-like scene, quickly closed his cherry mouth, and immediately lowered his pointed ears to firmly block the sound of the magic in his ears.

Lias, whose body shook sharply again, changed his body shape again. The body the size of an index finger has become the size of a mung bean. If you don't look closely, you think it's a big-headed fly, even though it's strange.

In order to infiltrate Lias again, it can be regarded as a struggle without using invisible sacrifices and other means.

The big-headed fly-like Lias, with its wings flapping sharply, flew towards the elite army not far away with a whirring sound. The noise of the market was enough to hide the traces of Lias's creeping approach.

It didn't take long for the space to reverberate with terrifying noises, and the big-headed flies had already approached the elite army.

Looking at these so-called elites, the cautious Lias winked mockingly.

The neat phalanx was filled with a large number of gaps in the middle, and it was simply a spacious avenue for the current big-headed flies. Could this be the true portrayal of the so-called road leading to Rome?

Lias stalled his miniature wings, flapping sharply, sticking to the horns of a whole roasted lamb with golden color and crispy skin. In the bursts of aroma, carefully observe the little giant-like Jevre's every move.

Jevre had noticed that the cursed intruder had disappeared, and was searching for the index finger-sized figure with wide, green eyes wide open.

Yevre, whose naked eye searched to no avail, shook his head sharply, and at the same time his arms were strangely folded, and his fanged mouth was chanting strange words that he couldn't understand.

The light in the small space suddenly became a little dim, and circular ripples flew out of Yevre's body in all directions, drifting into the entire space.

Lias, who was unaware of the circular ripples, was still stuck on the horns, and his cute compound eyes were still looking around. It seems that he is not sure enough, and it is also possible that he has not yet found an opportunity to kill himself without knowing it.

Suddenly, a smug laugh rang out again.

"I found you, and I still want to sneak attack, little monster! It's not in vain that I spent some space energy, otherwise I wouldn't let you succeed in the plot again." Bah, you still want to fight me one-on-one. It's all mush in my head! The chrysalis troops, as well as the fried flying ants, are all attacking me with all my might. Don't really think that if you become the size of a fly, you can't do anything, that's naïve! Let my lovely army consume you alive. See if you are still rampant, sneak attack or not. ”

The army of fried flying ants came quickly, densely surrounded the big-headed fly-like lias, and launched a fearless attack one after another. The ant's jaws stretched out, trying to bite off a few pieces of flesh on Lias's body.

Lias, who had no time to dodge, rolled his eyes helplessly, looking at the large number of flying ants, and his body changed sharply again.

The giant monster, which was more than thirty feet tall, reappeared, wielding its fifty-foot-long wrists and feet, smashing the flying ants that could not dodge. The tiny flying ants, let alone the giant monsters with rough skin and thick flesh, what can they do if they get close? The insignificant front jaws cannot break through the thick skin epidermis at all. As for the numerical superiority, as soon as the wrist and foot are waved, a large blank space appears.

Yevre frowned and looked at the flying ants on the ground, and instantly adjusted his tactics.

A group of roasted whole cows and roasted camels, more than seven feet high, quickly came to the giant Lias through the huge passage formed by their companions who had avoided it in time.

The huge horns of the cold light flashed at the three thick wrists and feet of Lias, and launched a furious attack. As for the roasted camel's attack, it was mild, and a strange mass of objects erupted from the abdomen at high speed. If you look closely, you can see roasted whole sheep, roasted geese, fragrant quails, and a pile of pigeon eggs soaked in grease.

The three thick wrists and feet with the afterimage vigorously pumped on the roasted whole cow's body that was about to be born, making a loud bang. Then, a huge figure slid through the air and fell to the ground, smashing the phalanx of the White Slashing Rabbit Knights to pieces. The screams of the White Slashing Rabbit Knight came and went, and it was so lively.

As for the long-range attack of the roasted camel, it was like a starry sky, enveloping Lias. However, due to the lack of initial velocity, the stars in the sky could not break through the protection of the wrists and feet. Only a few lucky pigeon eggs fell lightly on the thick skin, but they no longer played any stun attributes, and they were bounced to the ground.

Besieged by a group of weak food, Lias, who had gradually lost his patience, flew into the air again, flying rapidly at an altitude of six hundred feet above the ground.

Lias flew without hesitation, crashing into a flock of lemongrass pigeons that couldn't dodge. The pigeon fell to the ground crookedly like a wrecked flying machine.

In an instant, Lias crossed space and came to the sky above Yevre. Then, it was as if the stars were falling, like a meteorite breaking through space, with bursts of whistling sounds. The huge Lias actually used the acceleration of gravity to launch a thunderous attack directly at Yevre.

Yevre, who didn't react at all, had no time to dodge, and was slammed to the ground by Lias, turning into an egg cake. The juice was splashing, and it was the uncooked egg that was spraying.

The small space was mourning, and the dimming light seemed to be weeping for Evre, who had died again. A large army of food was crying bitterly, and the sound of loud cries instantly enveloped the entire space. This is truly the same sorrow with the heavens!

According to this, in the army a mile away, Yevre's figure once again turned from virtual to real, slowly emerging in space.

The increasingly gloomy color of the space seems to be a little weak.

Resurrection from the dead twice greatly consumed the energy of this deep bloodline space. If Yevre dies a few more times, space could really collapse.

Apparently aware of the weakness of Yevre's strength and strength, Lias, who was bouncing on the spot, was visibly enthusiastic and motivated.

Lias flapped his wings sharply, and once again soared into the air, running towards the newly resurrected Jevre. Lias actually tried to repeat the old trick and won three consecutive championships.

Yevre was visibly annoyed.

The pain of being smashed into an egg cake was worse than applying hydrogen peroxide to the wound, and even more irritating than sprinkling a little iodized salt on the wound, which made Yevre unforgettable.

Jevre, who was clearly out of control, his eyes widened with rage, his muscles burst into flames, and his fangs and mouth were roaring strange spells. After the spell was accompanied by a strange war dance, the strange light of the Dao began to bloom, and Yevre was extremely fierce.

The space is shaking, the earth is shaking, and the apocalyptic scene is beginning to play out.