A resplendent hall! The sudden light confused Zhang Zhiyu's vision for a while, nearly a hundred meters away, the sunlight lazily sprinkled in, through the windows that were several meters high, crisscrossed by fish scales, cut into countless fragments, evenly enveloping the hall, not dazzling, even when reflected in the graceful and luxurious decorations, just like white and bright smoke, the air was baked by the sun, and the warm fragrance spread here.

Where is this?

Zhang Zhiyu opened his mouth in confusion, but did not make any sound.

Of course, how could I forget.

He grew up here, at the top of the mountains of Russia.

It's like the palace of an emperor in BC.

Thanks to the topography, the entire hall is lit up, building down the hill and then rising up with another slope, illuminating the hall through the tall windows on either side, creating the illusion of a fairyland.

Zhang Zhiyu is on the first floor, the elevator is abruptly in the position of the side entrance, in front, nearly 100 meters long spacious corridor, dark red and dusk yellow carpet boundless, on both sides, countless Yonghua rich gates, which are hung with ornaments, luxurious hanging lights, crossed ancient swords placed on the shield, from time to time there are clear gems shining brightly, on the left side, is the underground hall.

This is the most luxurious part of the whole building.

Zhang Zhiyu couldn't help but sneer, and gently wiped the sweat with his cuffs.

Once upon a time, it hosted the leaders of various countries.

Right now.

Empty.

Dead silence.

Zhang Zhiyu settled down and gently stepped over the threshold of the elevator.

Thundered!

Like a muffled thunder exploding nearby, the entire building seemed to shake, trembling, and then the skeleton roared and climbed straight down the thousand-meter-high peak, shattering all the way.

Zhang Zhiyu instinctively raised his arm, and the afterglow inadvertently looked behind him.

The elevator contracted violently, silently, and surged inward, and the walls outside it surged and undulated, like a blue ocean shining with golden light, the waves were stormy, the wind swept across the fragmented sea, the elevator twisted into a singularity, and suddenly spread, hitting the sea, and the terrifying waves in the form of layers of rings soared high into the air, but quickly subsided, tumbling and running to the sides.

The entrance appeared behind him, tightly locked.

Rumble!

The most deafening sound of shattering, the countless closed doors were slammed open, and the sawdust instantly filled the entire hall, large and small wooden blocks were shattered, and they quickly rushed out of the small space that bound it, like a deadly bullet, coming at great speed and wreaking havoc in the hall.

The crowd of people, black and oppressive, like the waves of the sea, gathered momentum, gushing out from every gate.

Fear and reason are long gone.

Zhang Zhiyu pulled out a terrifying smile, he understood what was happening, all the members of the organization were crazy, they were fully armed, loaded with guns, wearing uniform body armor and tactical helmets, dark as night filter masks, and the sunlight turned into countless tiny and dazzling bright spots in countless round frames as gloomy as black holes.

Just to kill yourself.

The concept of time seemed to be easily erased, and the roaring and howling crowd stood still for a moment like a statue of the waves, cast from pitch-black pig iron, coming from all directions, rushing to them with unstoppable momentum, and far to the left, the door was the exit.

There was nothing special about the door, and the crowd rushed out of the black hole, almost half of the hall, far from the end of the line of sight.

But Zhang Zhiyu just knows, he just knows.

At the end of the darkness, there was an infinite light shining slightly, the color that never existed, rumbling with a sound that never existed.

There is only that one.

It's just a dream.

The sound of crackling, exploding, easily obscured the earth-shattering footsteps, the bows and crossbows whirled out, and the muzzles of the guns roared with roaring thunder, engulfing the waves, tearing everything from within, setting off even more crazy waves, turning into countless droplets, falling straight down. The crowd of people in the rear soared and was blasted into the sky more than ten meters high by the huge impact.

Zhang Zhiyu was shocked by the huge power for a moment.

Everything is just a dream.

The second crossbow arrow.

Ahead, the members scattered like snowflakes, the wind swept the clouds, and the corpses were strewn all over the field, but the members stepped on the corpses piled up in the corridor, and the distance between the two decreased exponentially, and the soldiers on the left were almost in front of their noses.

Zhang Zhiyu quickly raised his arms and tore the hot air all the way to the sides.

The mechanical explosion of gears and crossbows staggered, countless gears continued to shatter the bodies of the members on the left, sticky and smelly blood* splashed everywhere like a waterfall, and the broken limbs and internal organs flew in all directions like rubble, and one bow and crossbow after another wounded the team of members in front of them in a large area.

As if he had been lightly hit by a few small stones in his chest, Zhang Zhiyu looked at the light shining under the broken clothes, the light that had never existed.

The twisted and cracked bullets rained down like a rain, and some were even compressed as thin as white paper.

As soon as the shooting member stabilized his body, he was crushed by the frantic crowd behind him.

Therefore, there were only no bullets rushing towards his head.

The ammunition for the bow and gear ran out at the same time.

Smashing out the empty gun, throwing off the backpack, throwing it diagonally upward, untying the strangely shaped cold weapon, leaning down to avoid the bullets, he could even see countless bullets tearing through the air, leaving a burnt smell and transparent ring-shaped cracks along the way, stretching far away.

Everything is just a dream.

Zhang Zhiyu roared, rushed to the monstrous waves, the adrenal glands rushed straight to the spine, the fog of crazy hot flashes rolled and crashed into the door of his head, the sound was earth-shattering, he could even clearly see the special lenses of the mask in front of him, bursting out a slight crack, spreading inward, and finally cracking. and the pained faces of the members.

Everything is just a dream.

The cross-flowing blood and internal organs gushed out, Zhang Zhiyu's almost crazy eyes stared fiercely ahead, the "spear" swept over the bodies of more than ten people at the same time, the huge fluctuations spread backwards, and the waves hit out a huge amount of energy, and the surrounding crowd was thrown far away in a ring, smashing on his companions, and with the complete disintegration of the bones and internal organs, he was once again pressed by the waves behind him, and his bones were completely shattered.

Closely, the inertia caused the lower body to deviate only slightly, the cross-section of the bones was clearly visible, the blood, internal organs, and bone fragments became a torrent of water, purple red, dim yellow, and dead ashes were rendered in the dreamlike sunlight, and the upper body was far away from here, throwing an arc, blooming all the way to the hall that was sunken into the ground.