Sparks kept popping up on Ten's back, and he stood up with his back to Leng Hai, so Leng Hai could see why Ten was so badly injured and didn't die.

The flesh on Ten's back was completely gone, and his body was not visceral, but composed of wires and various metal organs.

This guy is actually a reformer!

"You, you dare to push me to such a point!!" Number Ten is no longer the same drama as he was at the beginning, and his conceit almost killed him.

Leng Hai's eyes were calm, even if he was about to face death, he had tried his best, and he had fought hard. It's just a pity that he lost in the end, at least he didn't feel sorry for Miss Si.

"Who's there, come out!!"

Instead of rushing to take Leng Hai's life, No. 10 took half a step back and shouted.

A person jumped out of the old banyan tree, it was Fang Xing.

He frowned slightly, it stands to reason that Ten should not be able to find him. Are all the noses of the generals so smart?

In fact, Fang Xing came very early, hid all the time, and finally simply climbed to the tree, but as soon as he got on the banyan tree, he was exposed.

It was true that No. 10 hadn't noticed anything wrong before, but it was this old banyan tree where No. 10 had been staying before. made a little bit of means on it, so it was Fang Xing who ran on the old banyan tree that exposed him.

"It's you!"

Leng Hai and Ten spoke at the same time.

Fang Xing was a little surprised, he had seen Leng Hai before, and it was not unusual to know him, but the tenth actually remembered him.

He knew No. 10, the strong man on the rooftop in the campus serial murder case, and even Chen Bin didn't catch him in the end.

But he didn't expect that Number Ten would actually remember him, he was only a Guardian-level Assassin at that time, and he was undoubtedly a stronger ant for the Commander-level, how could Number Ten notice him?

Of course, No. 10 remembered him, No. 10 tamed the green ghost when he was swallowed by Fang Xing, and Fang Xing was able to see him at that time, so he was very interested in it.

Looking at No. 10's miserable appearance, Fang Xing smiled faintly, when the other party just glanced at him, the coercion made him unable to raise his head, and his whole body was sweating.

It was only a long time before he had a chance to kill Ten.

That's right, ever since Fang Xing appeared here, he had been thinking of killing Number Ten!

"It seems that it was the wrong choice not to kill you in the first place." Number Ten's face was a little ugly.

He is almost exhausted now, the terrifying injuries have been dragging him down, and the machinery on his body has also been damaged in many places, if he doesn't rush back to repair it as soon as possible, even if he can survive, his combat power will decline.

"Be careful, he should still have hole cards." Leng Hai reminded that from the conversation between the two, he knew that the two were hostile.

Fang Xing nodded, signaling that he knew that the battle between No. 10 and the doctor, except for the beginning, he had seen almost the whole battle.

Fang Xing did not hesitate, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, he took out the thorns and rushed straight up.

No. 10 was indeed seriously injured and was directly pressed and beaten by Fang Xing.

"Too much deception!" No. 10 shouted angrily, he was a command-level powerhouse, and he was actually ridden on his head and, he couldn't bear this.

Ten was about to fight hard, and puffs of smoke came out of his back.

Fang Xing immediately jumped away, although he wanted to step forward and interrupt immediately, but he was not sure, even if it was a seriously injured tiger, it was not something that a cat could provoke.

What seems wrong with this metaphor?

Forget it, that's pretty much what it means.

.........

At the bottom of the pillar house of the Angel Organization, a strange-shaped altar towered, and a girl hung in the center of the altar, which was Si Dongrong.

Blood flowed down the altar along Si Dongrong's feet, Si Dongrong didn't cry or make trouble, she watched all this coldly.

Numbers 1 to 9 stood solemnly, their eyes frenetic.

The angel stood at the top of the altar steps, his eyes just as hot, the plan he had been laying out for years was finally in the final stages.

This is the central altar, from which the blood will be transmitted to the soul-sucking arrays arranged in various places, and each soul-sucking array only needs a little blood to be enough. It takes about an hour for the central altar to be transmitted to the Soul Siphoning Circle.

"I'll take advantage of this last moment to talk to you about the next plan." The angel spoke.

"Listen to the angels!" Nine people answered at the same time

"When the psychic blood reaches the Soul Sucking Array, the Soul Sucking Array will activate at the same time, and at that time, we will be exposed."

"The soul sucking array is opened, and there will not be any living people within the scope of the formation. All souls are converted into energy, fused with psychic blood. Reach our ultimate goal - open the Otherworldly Rift! ”

"We want war, but with our strength, we can't make much waves in front of those old monsters. I learned this from the moment of defeat 20 years ago. ”

"In this age of transcendence and the coexistence of demons, if you want a real war, you can't do it by relying on us."

"But I'm not reconciled, really unwilling, I want a hearty war, I want to create an era!"

"The soul sucking array is opened, and it will take three hours for the soul and psychic blood to fuse, I need you to stay here for these three hours, and you can't let Si Dongrong leave the altar, otherwise our arrangement will be wasted."

Ladies and gentlemen,

Did you know?

I love war very, very much;

I like to hear the sound of a machine gun piercing through flesh;

I love the warmth of my hands penetrating other people's chests;

I love watching cities fall into ruins;

I love to see the clear water of the river turn blood red;

I love the wails that come from when we blast others away with our power;

I like to use our strength to humiliate and resist our aliens;

I like the look on the face of the enemy looking at us with resentment but helplessness;

I love to watch the humility of everyone lying on the ground like bugs praying for us to stop;

I love all of this;

It's all so wonderful!!

We're going to send the poor guys who try to put up a useless resistance for ten years of our lives to hell.

We've endured it too long, darkness is coming, and it's time for us, as hunters of the night, to teach this stupid mortal a lesson.

The world is no longer the world of human beings, but the world of the transcendental, and we, the transcendents, no longer have to hide and live like rats crossing the street.

The world should be ours! If they don't want to compromise, then we will change the world with our own hands!

Create a perfect world with your own hands!

We exist for this purpose, the curtain has fallen, and it is time for us to come into play.

"Let's use the final arrangement to wake up those who are still in a sweet dream, so that they can once again feel the tremor dominated by fear."

"My dear generals, maybe we will die, and those who claim to be righteous will not sit idly by, but we will certainly not be forgotten, just like the First and Second World Wars, which will always be remembered in the hearts of all people."

Now, it's time to test the results of the 10-year set-up.

Everyone, remember your mission.

I declare;

war

Here we go!!