"The Seventh Venerable of the Alien Race, if you have the ability, don't use the power of space to hide, come out and fight me head-on!" Nelson roared, and could feel the tyrannical energy suppressed within him, but it wasn't released.

"Hehe, I know what you're thinking, aren't you just waiting for those two guys who have been idle all day and have nothing to do here? Don't worry, one day, I'll crush you head-on. Let the humans see how the S-class warriors they worship as guardian spirits are killed by me one by one, and at that time, I hope you won't be scared and run away! Friends! Hahahaha......"

Nelson's forehead was bruised, and he had the most violent temper among the six continental defense chiefs. Realizing that the Seventh Venerable wanted to leave, he anxiously wanted to keep him, but for a while he couldn't do anything.

"Don't run if you have the ability!"

The manic energy was no longer suppressed, and it swept through this large sea of sand in an instant, and even set off a sandstorm, consuming every inch of space here.

Nelson's psychic powers spread, searching every area in the vicinity, but finding nothing.

"Damn! Damn it! Damn! ”

His body was trembling.

Was it a chance encounter? Or was it premeditated?

The Earth Defense Special Forces [Anteater] found signs of the Fallen Gods' activity in the Sahara Desert of Africa, and locked down one of its branch bases built in the desert.

Nelson was afraid of fraud, after all, no one knew if the Seventh would appear there, even if he was very unwilling, the brown lion had to admit that he was not the opponent of the Seventh at the moment, fighting alone, and even at risk of being killed.

He himself is not afraid of death, but S-class warriors are precious combat power, and there are only six of them who are completely S-class warriors active on the earth, if he is eaten alone by the seventh, it will be even more difficult for the defense line troops to encircle and suppress the seventh in the future.

So he cautiously called for the help of Zhou Yang and Milton, preparing to wait for the two to arrive before taking action against the base that was already under siege and surveillance, while he himself stayed with the [Anteater] troops, closely monitoring every move there.

The seventh statue really appeared.

However, instead of appearing in the monitored branch base of the Fallen Gods, it appeared in the secret residence of the [Anteater].

[Anteater] is not a separate squad like the Fifth Legion Squad, but the name of a special force, most of which are D-class engine warriors, although they can be called elite on the earth, but in the face of the Seventh, only the life of being slaughtered.

As the most powerful human warrior present, Nelson responded immediately, but the Seventh Lord seemed to play tricks on him, dodging his swift and powerful attacks, while chatting softly about Nelson's past on Mars, and then slaughtering the warriors of the [Anteater].

Eventually, two hundred [anteater] warriors, including Nelson's A-rank lieutenant, were slaughtered by the Seventh.

"Seventh!"

Nelson looked up to the sky and roared, on Mars, he was the S-class warrior guarding the first war zone, and the one in charge of counterbalancing was the seventh.

At the same time, Nelson was also extremely frightened, he knew that without the suppression of Mars, without the suppression of Zhou Tianmu, plus the seventh statue had devoured enough human life, the strength should be completely unsealed, but he didn't expect that the gap would be so big!

He didn't touch the Seventh!

And what about Nelson? The distortion and deformation of the S-class armor on his body has already shown the gap between the two sides, even if Nelson can't use all his strength now, he hasn't even touched the other party, which is beyond his imagination.

After a while, the space in the distance distorted, and two warriors in black and white armor appeared.

"Zhou Yang, Milton." Nelson looked at them, his lips twitching.

"Nelson! How are you! What about the seventh? Milton asked hurriedly, he and Zhou Yang were halfway to the Sahara

Nelson shook his head, angry and powerless, and told Zhou Yang and Milton everything that had happened before.

"He'll show up again." After listening to this, Zhou Yang did not have too much emotion.

"I'm sorry, Nelson, we still have to do more to prepare, but rest assured, the time to settle accounts with him is not far off."

Nelson's face was gloomy, his armor slowly recovering on its own, but the mood in his heart was no longer as calm as before.

"When the time comes, I'm going to kill that guy myself!" Nelson said through gritted teeth.

Zhou Yang nodded and put his hand on Nelson's shoulder.

"Your strength is indispensable."

……

Ling An trembled and got up from the bed, one hand on his waist and the other on his shoulder.

"Lao Ye is too ruthless, so hard...... Hiss ......"

Ling An smiled bitterly, since he returned to the fortress, he hadn't rested like everyone else.

Because of the explosion of blood, Ling An is relatively weak these days, and this time the opening of the pupil did not increase Ling An's strength like the last time, but the same as the explosion of blood, which brought Ling An continuous weakness.

Adding up the two, it doesn't seem to be as simple as one plus one.

As long as he cultivated Zhou Tianjue, Ling An's body would be in severe pain, and this severe pain could only be relieved by relying on time.

At least in the last week or two, he didn't want to cultivate.

But he had a hunch that after fully recovering this time, his combat power might be able to reach three hundred.

Since he couldn't cultivate Zhou Tianjue these days, Ling An thought about exercising his body's strength and endurance. This trip to the Red Mist Zone made him realize that in addition to energy and mental power, physical endurance is also extremely important.

Before, he felt that his body had reached the limit of a normal human being, and this was true, even if he didn't rely on the engine, with his physical fitness alone, most of the C-rank fighters of the Glorious Army could beat the first-class athletes on the earth.

They have reached the limits of what a normal human body can reach, but the engine, giving them a higher ceiling.

So these days, Ling An has been exercising his physical endurance and strength.

And in this regard, Ye Zixu is an expert, his physical strength and endurance far exceed the same level, the Ye family is an ancient family, Ling An guessed, when the engine has not yet been invented, and it is impossible to break through the limits of normal humans as easily as now, the Ye family already has a way.

So Ling An found Ye Zixu, he was very happy, and even the third team, including Zorn, who wanted to relax, was willing to give up his rest time and train with everyone.

Ye Zixu was an instructor himself, and some training methods were unheard of, but he taught Ling An a good lesson.

But the effect is also obvious, the engine warriors can be extremely sensitive to the changes in their bodies, they have experienced such a tragic battle, everyone's bodies are like a piece of iron embryo that has been burned in the fire, and Ye Zixu's training is to repeatedly beat their hammers.

The sum of the two is also the effect that one plus one is greater than two.

It's just that the process is really painful.

Ling An didn't plan to practice his body today, he was going to go to the Meritorious Hall to have a look, transform his equipment, add some additional configurations, and exchange some good things that could promote cultivation.

"Oh...... Hiss ......"

Changing into casual clothes and carrying the flying star gun on his back, Ling An walked out of the dormitory slowly and cautiously, it was already more than eight o'clock in the morning, except for Ye Zixu and Matt, who had already gone out, everyone else was still spread out on the bed.

Ling An came outside and walked into the street where the merit hall was located, and there was a sudden uproar.

The inside of the fortress is lively, and there are some female engine warriors on both sides of the street, some carrying large bags and small bags, some not wearing battle armor, but wearing beautiful clothes, holding a cup of milk tea in their hands, and talking and laughing with their male companions.

This made Ling An in a trance, and he had the feeling of accompanying Su Man and them to the shopping street on the earth. It wasn't until some female warriors passed by him, looking at the one-eyed man with a spear on his back in a daze with kindness and curiosity, that Ling An reacted.

Smiling and shaking his head, Ling An endured the pain in his body, grinned, and walked into the Hall of Merit.

It was about an hour and a half before he came out satisfied.

The Flying Star Spear was handed over to the people in the Hall of Merit, and he had already made a request with the masters in charge of weapon modification, and when the modification was completed, he could go and pick it up.

As for the consumables that were bought, they would be delivered to his dormitory in a few hours, saving him from moving back.

After shopping, Ling An's mood was still good, except for the merit points that were reduced by two-thirds.

"Where do you go next?"

Ling An thought for a while, he wouldn't go to training today, it would be better to relax than to bury oneself in penance, but Ling An didn't want to go to a place like a movie theater to relax.

He also sent a message to his family to greet him, at this time, it's really better to walk around, right?

Looking up, the most conspicuous building in the entire fortress, except for the space elevator, is the Zhou Tian Tower.

To be honest, Ling An had always been extremely curious about Zhou Tianta.

What is the structure inside this tower, how is it created and maintained that canopy, which is magical, imprisoning the entire alien race on Mars, and even the energy vision brought by opening the pupils?

These are probably the questions that everyone who understands the battlefield of Mars will have in their minds.

But except for a few people, the Zhou Tian Pagoda prohibits others from entering and exiting, except for some people who are specially permitted, those who want to enter the Zhou Tian Pagoda must at least be A-level warriors, or general-level garrisons.

The outside of the Zhou Tian Pagoda was heavily guarded, and each entrance was guarded by no less than five B-level warriors, not to mention the masters hiding in the shadows.

However, it is not possible to go in, but it is always okay to walk around the periphery, right?

Thinking like this, Ling An unconsciously walked towards Zhou Tian Tower.

When you get closer, you can see the majesty of this tower, which is unmatched by any building on Earth except for the space elevator.

Even if he couldn't get closer because of the surrounding wall, and couldn't go to the bottom of the Zhou Tian Pagoda to admire, this majestic tower also amazed Ling An.

"I really don't know what Xiao Xuan's expression will be if she sees Zhou Tianta." Ling An remembered that her sister was still very interested in architecture, and couldn't help but think.

Bah! What do you think! Even if the fortress is safe, as long as he is alive, it is impossible to let Xiaoxuan go to Mars. He will not tolerate the slightest loss of his loved ones.

At this time, Ling An noticed a person.

It was a slender man, extremely handsome, like Ling An, he didn't wear battle armor, but he wore a tuxedo that looked extremely strange in Mars, leaning against a pillar with a smile on his face, looking up at the Zhou Tian Tower, as if he was admiring the majesty of this tower like Ling An.

The reason why Ling An noticed him, in addition to his incompatible dress and temperament, was that when he saw him, his right eye under the blindfold was faintly hot!