After Lieutenant General Shi Yibo finished arranging the defensive line, he immediately returned to the headquarters to get his general's armor, which is currently the most advanced one-man god-killing armor, which can be temporarily floated in the air with repulsion.

In the command headquarters, more than a dozen information officers came and went, constantly contacting and communicating with all departments of the army, and Lieutenant General Shi Yibo walked straight into the innermost lounge.

In the lounge, there are military orders of the Runner-up Alliance on the left wall, and bright medals on the right wall, which are all the combat medals that Shi Yibo has won since he became the commander of the First Genetic Army.

It is precisely because of these medals of meritorious service that Shi Yibo has stepped into the position of lieutenant general today.

If he stayed in the era of peace, he probably would not have reached this point in his life, but in the era of war and chaos in the last days, the stars will shine as brightly as the sky is full of stars.

Shi Yibo raised his head and glanced at the medals on the wall, then paced to the mahogany table, took off the black general's battle armor on it, untied the shackles of the battle armor, and carefully dressed it well.

The mahogany table is Shi Yibo's desk, which not only has the general's armor, but also a small incense burner with three white incense sticks.

It's not surprising that there is an incense burner in the lounge, but the strange thing is that the incense burner is inserted in white incense!

Since ancient times, white incense has only had one use, and that is to pay tribute to the dead, especially to the dead who have never forgotten themselves!

Shi Yibo suddenly looked back at the incense burner and found that the three white incense sticks were about to burn out, so he hurriedly opened the cabinet and pulled out three of the white incense sticks densely packed in the cabinet to refill the incense burner.

He looked deeply at the small photo behind the incense burner, his eyes were distant and nostalgic, and he muttered in a low voice: "General, I hope you can bless me and the Asian Alliance, the war will end as soon as possible, and the people will ......be stable as soon as possible."

Immediately, Shi Yibo strode away, and the rest room that belonged to Mr. Lieutenant General returned to quiet, with only three white incense sticks that exuded a quiet smell slowly burning.

The mist of white incense haze the incense burner, and also obscured the small photograph behind the incense burner.

The young man in the photo is wearing a general's uniform, tall and thin, his eyes are extremely resolute, and he has been silently watching Shi Yibo leave through the white incense mist

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"Destroy my Heavenly Dragon Babu Supreme Palace, mess with my recovery moment!"

"I once mercifully let you go west, and now you come back to hurt me!"

"A wolf is a wolf, without a trace of old feelings!"

"I hate, I'm angry!"

The dark matter plane is the other side of the positive matter space, which is usually hidden in the positive matter space, although it does not affect each other, but can see all the things in the positive matter space.

Now, in this vast dark matter plane, a person surrounded by countless huge golden dragons is roaring and angry, and the people around him who are all over the body of the six Sanskrit languages and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens are only resigned, and they dare not touch the moldy head of the Heavenly Emperor.

Furious, Shakti reached out and grabbed a golden dragon at his waist.

The golden dragon roared in fear, feeling the great pressure on his body, constantly struggling and twisting, but he never dared to attack the emperor Shakti.

Shakti's face became more and more hideous, and there was no trace of majesty on his noble and arrogant face, which was replaced by tyranny and cruelty.

His four arms began to exert force, and the rolling genetic power surged through them, constantly pulling the golden dragon's body.

The golden dragon's body cracked, and pieces of palm-sized dragon scales fell, and golden blood gushed out all over his body.

Roar Roar Roar ......

The golden dragon roared in terror, but the other golden dragons all lowered their heads, not daring to look at the tragic image of their companions, and even the gods and Buddhas in the sky turned a blind eye to it.

It seems that the golden dragon that represents the faith of the people is like an animal that is killed at will.

"I'm angry......"

Click......

Emperor Shakti looked up to the sky and roared, completely tearing apart the golden dragon's body.

The golden dragon's eyes were gray, and there were bloody tears in his golden eyes, and then he died completely.

The golden dragon's blood poured down from the sky, dripping into the dark matter plane, gradually turning into particles and dissipating.

This golden dragon, which was once believed by thousands of people among the people, died at this moment in the hands of the Lord of Futu, without the slightest sin, but it was dead.

The gods and Buddhas in the sky looked down at the dragon blood pouring out, their faces were not wavering, and they looked indifferently, but the bodies of all the gods and Buddhas were more curved.

Emperor Shakti calmed his breath, and the tyrannical aura of his body turned into noble and arrogant again, and he didn't look at the golden dragon that was broken in two, and left here directly.

It was as if it was not him who killed a golden dragon.

"It's no longer a place to recover, get out of the place of transition."

Emperor Shakti suddenly looked back slightly, looked at Kinnara who was following him and said, "Fuxi has broken through the eleventh order, we must hurry up and recover, next time, I hope not to see this kind of thing." ”

The Heavenly Dragon Babu's Jinnara was a burly man dressed in Buddhist robes, and at this moment he bent down slightly towards Emperor Shakti and said, "Don't worry, the Emperor of Heaven, Jinnara will definitely handle this matter." ”

Emperor Shakti glanced at Kinnara coldly and arrogantly, and did not take this Buddhist god with countless merits in his eyes at all, but just brushed his sleeves and left.

Kinnara naturally felt Shakti's gaze, but his head was lower, his body was more curved, and he didn't dare to say a word.

When Kinnara raised his head, his face was already dissatisfied, but there was no longer a figure of Shakti around.

The other five Heavenly Dragons and Eight Sects behind him stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't take it to heart, since the second brother Asura betrayed the Buddha, the Heavenly Emperor has been weakening us, we just need to do our duty well." ”

Kinnara turned his head and looked at the Garuda Division, who had comforted him, and shook his head with a wry smile, retracting the dissatisfaction on his face.

Garuda is a beautiful woman, although she is in the Buddhist gate, but she has a green silk head, and her face is pink, and she can already make the world fall in love with her.

She glanced slightly at the Heavenly Gods and Buddhas not far away, and said softly: "The disciples of our ** Buddhism have been silently staying away from us." ”

The other four Heavenly Dragon Eight Divisions looked at the Heavenly God Buddha, and the Dragon Department of the Heavenly Dragon Eight Divisions said hatefully: "I think that at the beginning, I would teach them the method of cultivating with the Dragon Dragon, but now I don't know how many people still remember." ”

The Yaksha Department of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, covered in purple hair, with a small head and big eyes, holding a steel fork and saying indifferently: "Brother Long, don't care that this group of Buddhists are all Heavenly Emperors, how can they remember our teachings?" ”

The Dharma Department of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon turned his head to look at the white-haired old woman beside him, and asked softly, "Senior, where do you think our road ahead is?" ”

The Qianda Pobu of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon pulled up the white hair in front of her tremblingly and hung it on the ear chain, and the face of the ditch Wandao was a gentle smile that had not changed for ten thousand years, like an old woman next door.

"I think so." Ganda Po smiled and said, "Let's not talk about these things in private, the Emperor doesn't like it...... And without the Emperor of Heaven, will we still have a way forward? ”