The hurricane of dust rolling in the sky, and the hideous mass of flesh tumbling and moving forward quickly in the dust, like the herd of black and white zebras that forcibly swim across the Masai Mara, gasping and snorting irritably, trampling the ground beneath them wildly, making a dull loud rumbling noise.

It pales in any word, and Shaynes, who was only allowed to exist in the Lost Trench, appeared in such a simple and crude way on the trembling wilderness, in the cracks between heaven and earth, and in the field of vision of all.

Shauns, this strange existence that does not belong to this land, does not belong to this planet, has long been abandoned by the gods, and in the call from the depths of his soul, he finally caught the last train under the rotation of the wilderness elimination gear.

Luo rose up to the tumbling behemoth, facing the fierce wind, facing the dust, just as he had once touched it as a child, and stretched out his hand.

The tumbling brain began to deform rapidly, and large, slippery, black-and-white tentacles sprouted, twisting and swaying wildly in mid-air, and the shadows that obscured the sky and the sun covered most of the battlefield with severed limbs and stumps.

The galloping zebras seemed to have been pulled tightly tightened, and the pouring flood seemed to have suddenly lowered the gates, and it suddenly stopped, in front of the ever-eternal figure, and stopped at a position where the skin of its uneven ravines could be caressed by Luo's outstretched palm.

Lowe's palm finally pressed against the weirdly wriggling rotten flesh and the partner who was protected by the rotten flesh at the core.

It is like the caress of the immature insect body, as if the intimacy that was once in the warm embrace, just like the wanderer who once traveled far away finally returned and knelt down in front of the white-haired father again.

The hideous tentacles rubbed against the rough ground of the wilderness, gently curling up Lowe's body, and then lifted him high up, placing him on top of the body that was already covered with countless tentacles, like a giant octopus.

A dull roar like rolling thunder emanated from the twisted body, as if to challenge the entire wilderness, to the gods who had always bound their fate.

Luo stood on top of the giant beast's head, his eyes looked into the distance, at the silent and oppressive Caddivon Family Destruction Master in the distance, his right hand was lightly clenched into a fist, and slowly raised diagonally towards the sky.

It's a challenge, it's an unabashed challenge, it's a challenge to fate, to the whole wilderness, to the inviolable majesty of the Khadivan.

Who dares to fight!

Barr was silent, Angel was silent, and was silent.

Even the wilderness was silent.

Heidi still watched calmly, and she opened the metal box in her arms again, looking at the twisted flesh balls that were soaked in nutrient solution and swimming comfortably in the metal box.

She picked up the communication from the Marquis of Begu, whose face, slightly distorted with excitement, reappeared in front of Heidi.

"Uncle Paul, your Black Armor can go out of the city to stop the Iron Wolf Alliance and take back the owner of that hair."

The Marquis had waited for this sentence for too long, until he was full of gray hair, but his hand was still steady enough, and the sword in his hand was still sharp enough.

The Marquis stood up, took the helmet from the hands of the waiter Mars, put it on his head, and walked out.

Even Baal and Angel, who had risen to the throne of sub-gods, were silent about Low's challenge, but some people still stepped forward.

The predator with a hideous wolf head on his chest, who was called Taylor by Barr.

Taylor had unlocked sixteen pairs of genetic sequences, and he wasn't even as strong as Heine, but he was still at the forefront of the Cardivan army, as sharp as an indomitable spear.

Behind him were groups of soldiers of the Iron Wolf Regiment, who were silent and sinister. They still hadn't taken off the silver armor that was already stained with blood, claw marks and fist prints, it was their badge of honor and the condensation of their iron-blooded soul.

The long knife has been unsheathed, and the blade that has drunk countless blood is not smooth, but they still have absolute confidence, and it will always be themselves and their partners who stand proudly on the earth in the end.

Super Rank, every body under the armor is a Super Rank, and it is a Super Rank Ability who has fully experienced the tempering of blood and fire.

The number of soldiers behind Taylor was not large, only forming a phalanx of four hundreds, but he was still convinced that the hideous and huge octopus on the opposite side would cry out in despair in the ensuing battle and finally give in.

But the iron-blooded division, with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, had no chance to meet his prey, so he was forced to stop.

The Tiger Wolf Division of the Iron Wolf Regiment was stopped by the Black Armor Legion of the Marquis of Begu.

The same cold and resolute face, the same heavy and mottled armor, the same scorching and silent.

The only difference was that the long knife and the giant shield were replaced by a swarthy spear.

Of course, Taylor knew the horror of the Marquis of Begu's Black Armor Army, just as the other party knew the horror of his own Predator Wolf Regiment, but he still did not intend to back down, and in his conquest career, retreating without a fight was absolutely humiliating and unforgivable.

When a long knife comes out, it will drink blood.

As for the Marquis of Begu, from the moment he got his blue hair full of hope, he never considered who his opponent was.

Those who stand on the opposite side are all enemies of black armor, and those who point their swords at are soldiers who must be destroyed.

Luo stood on top of the twisted and dancing beast, looked at the two sides that were directly stirred together without saying a word, and frowned slightly.

This is war, this is the elegy of blood and fire, this is the invincibility of the warriors!

There was no shouting, no wailing, not even a trumpet to charge, only partners or enemies, only killing or being killed.

The long knife pierced the armor, the spear pierced the huge shield, the thick armor blocked the spear, but it couldn't stop the fist that pierced the whole body, and the cold helmet stopped the blade, but it couldn't stop the five fingers that pinched the whole head.

The air of the wilderness was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the steaming mist of blood mingled with the kneeling gray dome, stepping the glowing blood foam above the reddish-brown sand into the mud and crushing it to pieces.

The melee of swords and swords had just begun, and one after another, the figures wrapped in thick armor slowly fell in a pool of blood. Blood-soaked mangs wrapped in vague and mutilated flesh, the sergeants who were not yet completely dead still crawled in pools of blood, waiting quietly among their stumps and severed arms.

Wait for the enemy to approach, and then use your only remaining knee, your only hand, and even your bare tooth socket to brand the last death mark on the enemy's body.

A bloodstained skull, the entire skull was uncovered, revealing a slimy gray head paddle slowly lifted from the pool of blood, and the eyes that had long been covered by blood widened, throwing one last glimpse in the direction of his boss.

The manager's face was still cold, shrouded in a grayish white like a wild land.

A large number of the Caddivon family fell into this hellish pool of sticky blood, and the three hundred city lords under the command of the Marquis of Begu also stepped on the broken corpses everywhere.

The behemoth beneath Luo began to roar, countless tentacles subconsciously whipped above and below the sand of the wilderness.

It's a little scared again.

Timidity is a character inherited from its mother.

Angel did not join the battle on the battlefield, she did not sense her partner's breath in this wilderness, which made her feel the deep humiliation of betrayal while she was lost.

She walked over to Lowe, and though she still felt palpitations at the behemoth beneath Luo, she was still intending to capture the other and take the blue light with her. Only then would she be qualified enough to ask the patriarch of House Khadiwen to put Angela to death or re-reward her for betraying her oath of loyalty.

Luo didn't care about Angel, who had sub-god cultivation, and his eyes moved from the battlefield of the battle to the far side of the wilderness, to the thin figure who had been standing quietly.

Heidi.

Panis returned to Alik the moment the Marquis's Black Armor appeared. Like Lowe, she was not naïve enough to think that the Marquis was here to help Alik, and that Alik had to be prepared enough to continue the fight with the victorious side on the battlefield.

Until the other gives up, or Alik's people all lie down.

Heine stopped Angel as she walked towards Lo, and she held her steaming serpentine dagger in her hand again.

God's spirit wings were Heine's gift of adulthood from her father, the supreme being of the Cardivan family, on her adult life.

"Get out of the way!"

Angel didn't intend to give the obsessive Heine the slightest affection, and the departure of her partner made her want to cry in pain, but she was still surprisingly calm, calm as a ball of light.

"Seraph, I can trade two lives for your serious injuries, and then kill you with the last one."

Heine had no choice, if Angel was allowed to get Lo, the Cardivan family might have enough Nirvana Abilities, which would have an unparalleled effect on the family's strength, but it would be a great disaster for Heine.

The family will eventually belong to Heyman, the only nirvana that belongs to her, and will even be applied to every soldier and even the war beast of the Kaddivan family.

"Heine, the chasm between the Lord and the sub-god is not something you can imagine, and I will prove it to you."

Angel slowly clenched her fists, and on the tips of each of her fingers, a dazzling light condensed.

"If you want to fight, count me in! It doesn't matter who you fight. ”

A seductive, slightly languid voice came from behind Angel.

The decent beige skirt, narrow rimless gold wire glasses, and red bewitching high heels look like the white-collar beauties sitting in a bright high-rise building in the old days.

With Heidi's help, he stepped into the ranks of dominants, and Heidi personally promised an invincible existence of the same rank, Medusa.

Medusa glanced at the giant octopus, then looked at the giant beast lying on the ground, trembling like a pendulum, and muttered in a low voice.

"It's the first time I've seen a giant beast that was frightened by its ugliness."

When Medusa looked up at Angel again, she knew she had chosen her opponent.

She hated impostors who looked exactly like everyone else, and the face of the girl in front of her, who looked like Snow White, was exactly the same as the girl in a black dress she met on the way to come, running wild in the wilderness.

That's you! You're the one who beats you! Makes you have an underwhelming face!