In the battle of life and death, no one will give up any slight advantage. Even though Tang Yun already had the ability to compete with Xu Zheng, he still stayed in the small prayer room every day, discussing with Ralph and Benedict about re-implanting a new engine for himself.

The miniature engine behind it is thanks to the Apocalypse, this time, the battle is the future heir of the Apocalypse, the son of the director of the Apocalypse Research Institute...... [Destiny] Type B is born from the [Iron Body] of the Apocalypse, and the new engine with new energy supply technology is also born from the miniature light engine technology of the Apocalypse. For Tang Yun, in addition to weighing and betting on the balance of victory and defeat, replacing new crystals and new engines also has a certain symbolic meaning.

"Rest in peace, brethren!"

"Since Shen Fei's wish is Iri's throne...... This battle made me break his thoughts! ”

......

The little brother is no longer the street rat who is shouted and beaten everywhere in the Apocalypse concentration camp, and the "soil # gun" and "soil # cannon" of your Apocalypse are not used in his hand. Little brother, I want to use my own way, with the guy I made, to avenge the 38 brothers in the third observation group! Use your own way to rescue the 39th brother of the 3rd Observation Group, that ruffian big brother, Wei Songping!

The most tragic scene when he escaped from the Apocalypse Concentration Camp flickered in front of him, a thin monkey figure holding a miniature [flame] crystal, holding the thigh of an X12 cyborg beast and dying together...... Clenching his teeth, the wreckage of a miniature engine blackened and deformed by the high temperature gradually warmed up and turned red in Tang Yun's right hand. The scorching flames reflected in Tang Yun's clear eyes. He pinched it hard.

Finally, under the heat, the wreckage of the miniature engine from the "Skinny Monkey", which had been carried by him since he escaped from the Apocalypse Concentration Camp, slowly melted into a lump of metal. Tang Yun had already mastered all the relevant technologies for micro engines and micro crystals, and he no longer needed this reference. The decisive battle is imminent, and the grudge between the Third Observation Group and the Apocalypse will always be broken. Tang Yun no longer needed this thing to remind himself all the time, not to forget the sacrifices made by the 38 brothers to escape the apocalypse......

Fiercely puffing on the hookah in his hand, Tang Yun turned his head.

"Lao Nan, just do as you say!"

"What haven't you experienced in all these years?"

"It's just an operation! Isn't my biggest advantage that my skin is rough and thick, and I'm not afraid of pain? ”

......

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The night of the Eristar was extremely peaceful, and twenty-four moons hung in the sky, reflecting the sky in a pure inky blue. Although it was early summer in the north of Ereise, due to the extremely high altitude, the summit of Christ's Peak, the highest peak in the holy state of Yarat, was still covered with snow that does not melt all year round.

Due to the high altitude, the temperature is low. There are few birds and beasts at the summit of Christ's Peak. In addition, it is the forbidden place of prayer of the Holy See for Original Sin, and it is even more uninhabited. Under the moonlight, it is so wide that you can't see the end at a glance, and the altar of blessing that is completely immersed in darkness is terrifying, and there is no trace of holy light at all, and it even gives people a gloomy feeling.

"Those who fight the devil should be careful not to become the devil. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you. ”

When you look at the altar of blessing, the altar of blessing is also looking at you. examine your divinity; scrutinizing your piety; Look at your nature! It examines how a compassionate person can use the power of the devil to defeat the devil and then become a devil......

Eristar has a history of nearly 2,000 years, and in this long period of time, there have been countless changes of dynasty...... It's like the change of power again and again on the old calendar. Every holy sword held high for all beings will eventually become a rotten butcher knife that is crazy for power. The centuries-old altar of blessing never imagined that one day, it would see such a battle with its own eyes. Of course, it never imagined that it would really have a chance to meet the real devil.

The night is incomparably deep. The sky is pure.

The vicissitudes of prayer altar are quietly guarded in the abyss of night, waiting to examine the upcoming king. Look at what he is holding in his hand, whether it is a holy sword or a butcher's knife.

......

For some reason, tonight's Christmast is not as peaceful as it used to be.

Maybe it's because it's been sleeping for hundreds of years, but this huge mountain peak and the wide altar of blessing can't bear the loneliness. In the dim night, dozens of shadows came out of thin air. One by one, their eyes were glazed and their steps were faltering. Like a drunk, but more like a soulless walking corpse. The moonlight shone on them, reflecting a shiny metallic sheen. These are a dozen silver-level and more than thirty tungsten-iron rank holy warriors...... Target...... Corpses?

Look out at the path up the hill lined with intricate ornaments, inlaid with pure gold ornaments and precious stones. A young man was walking towards the top of the mountain with vigorous and relaxed steps, followed by five glazed-eyed, zombie-like holy warriors.

Climbing up to the altar of blessing and looking at the "corpses" gathered around him, the young man exhaled softly. He took out a bottle of spray containing the aether methane nutrient solution and the special preservative from the package behind him, and began to spray them carefully one by one. While doing the work in his hands, the young man also whispered to the holy warriors in front of him.

"It's so embarrassing for you!"

"There are five days left before 'Good Friday'! For the future of Ere, for the great and unified kingdom full of divine grace...... And for the suffering that our Xu family has suffered over the past few hundred years, I have to work hard for you......"

You don't have to struggle to distinguish each other's faces in the night, just listen to the voice, and you can hear his words. This person will die, Xu Zheng is correct.

Looking at these dozens of zombie-like corpses, even a predator like Xu Zheng, who lives at the top of the food chain of human society, still feels a little heavy. He had wanted to use the vertical pupils brought to him by the [King of Iri] to look at the endless sky above his head and soothe the gloomy emotions in his heart. But the twenty-four moons in the sky, whether round or missing, were very dazzling, and he was even more disturbed. So Xu Zheng laughed self-deprecatingly, but he couldn't maintain his "elegance" as a nobleman in the current situation. He grinned, failing to properly show his six teeth.

"When I first came to the Precious Land, I was still worried about the effect of the [King of Iri], and I couldn't figure out whether the Pope's 'kindness' towards me was 'stable' enough. He laid a little trick and hid you as the 'corpse of the king' on Monte Cristo. ”