A very familiar sense of déjà vu came over Leon, causing him to stop all his movements, stand still and look around, re-examining the scene in the basement.

The Blood Clan Guards and the Human Bureaucracy huddled in the corner of the basement, scrutinizing Leon and the Ancient One with a wary gaze.

The Nazi major stood behind the long table, his palms pressed against the pistol pouch at his waist, the round-framed lenses reflecting a cold, grid-like white light.

The scene and the object are still the same as they were just now, plain and uneventful.

Li Ang frowned deeply, thought for a moment, and asked in disbelief: ".... Didn't you notice anything out of the ordinary? ”

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Sir Humphrey Upbier looked confused, and the other Bloodline people looked at each other, not knowing what they were referring to.

Leon exhaled a cloudy breath, and he retrieved his memories again, but he never found any "flaws".

Time passed by second, and everyone was watching and waiting, for fear of making superfluous movements that would force the balance of the place to be upset.

Rumble!

There was a loud noise above the ceiling, and the impact of the bombing penetrated the reinforced concrete defense layer more than ten meters thick, shaking the entire underground fortification.

The ceiling and walls shake off the dust, and the thick dust mist that flows down like a sand painting obscures the view perfectly.

“.... Never mind. ”

Leon withdrew his gaze, put his thoughts away, and faced the Ancient One again.

The bald-headed female mage shook her yellow robe, revealing a green ring from her cuffs.

"Up."

The Ancient One mage indifferently spat out a word, and his bluff palm spun suddenly.

The sense of déjà vu once again climbed into Li Ang's heart, and he whispered deep in his heart, "In the next second, the space will begin to shatter. ”

Sure enough, I saw the green ring array trembling endlessly, flickering and disappearing, and cobweb cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

The sense of déjà vu became more and more intense, and Leon clenched his teeth, "Then, the space began to fold. ”

The basement began to fold rapidly, the cracks in the walls shrank inward, the floor caved downward, and there was no place to stay.

"Then, the Bloodline died."

Folding, folding, everything in the basement is constantly folding.

After a few breaths, the many Bloods were folded into boxy squares, hair, flesh, and bones that fit closely to each other, and they had to be approached to look closely at the appearance of the human cubes to be able to distinguish which were the arms, legs, and internal organs.

The blocks lay silently flat on their backs until they were crushed to crumble by the shrinking and folding space.

Everything was so familiar, terrifyingly familiar.

Li Ang only felt a trace of coolness flowing behind his spine, and his hair stood on end, and even the depths of his bone marrow echoed with a fierce cold like falling into an ice cave.

In the dark, the alarm bells rang out, and an indescribable sense of crisis permeated his heart, forcing Li Ang to maximize the use of the Human Immortal Refining Technique, and scavenging all the spiritual energy that could be used in this body.

The majestic magnetic field was dug deep into the depths of the earth, extracting dense metal particles from the center of the earth's veins, removing slag, smelting, and refining in one go, and finally converging into dozens of metal dragons, tumbling and stirring, directly attacking the ancient one.

The bald mage didn't put up any resistance, just stood still, letting the metal dragon wring her body into pieces.

Stained blood flew everywhere, and the flesh-foaming remains of the ancient mage were neatly clinging to every corner of the basement wall like dumpling filling.

The green flashed, time began to rewind, and everything was back to the way it was.

Leon stood still, a heaviness and dizziness rising in his brain.

He glanced around blankly, and the peaceful basement seemed familiar and unfamiliar.

This time, with a gloomy face, he took the lead.

The magic net that shrouded over London was forcibly pulled, and the entire city, the entire British Peninsula, and even the entire North Sea aether were swept in with a roar.

Such a huge high-energy response blew the wind to an unimaginable degree. Huge waves nearly 40 meters high were set off on the sea, and the wind and tsunami crashed along the coast of London, destroying all buildings above the surface.

Tall buildings collapsed, millions and tens of millions of British people flashed by the waves, and even the Nazi airships that stood tall above were destroyed by thunderstorms brought by heavy clouds after only holding on for a while.

The "Little Boy" uranium atomic bomb, which was used in World War II, released about 63 trillion joules of energy; The "Fat Man" plutonium atomic bomb, which released about 93 trillion joules;

The etheric energy integrated in the North Sea has far surpassed the previous two, reaching 170 billion joules.

Li Ang held up the ball of light made of pure energy with an expressionless face, and slowly pointed at the Ancient One Mage.

"Die."

He spat out a word.

The ball of light stretched until it flattened into a flat shape, and eventually extended into a long fusiform that completely penetrated the Ancient One.

Every piece of skin, muscle, and bone of the bald female mage crumbled and shattered under the furious energy, crushed into powder, and along with her tenacious soul, it was wiped out in ashes.

Naturally, the energy of 17 trillion joules could not be exhausted in this way, and the fusiform beam continued unabated, piercing through the thick walls of the basement and shattering the soil layer with devastation.

Leon's straight beam traveled through the ground with ease, easily cutting through the rocks and reaching the subterranean shores of the city of London.

The beams of light are refracted in the ocean, and the rushing energy heats up the surrounding sea water until it vaporizes, and dense bubbles tumble to the surface of the sea, and the entire North Sea is as noisy as if it is boiling.

Is it over? Not really.

A flash of green light flashed through the basement, and everything was back to normal.

The Ancient One Mage still looked at Li Ang lightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked extremely ironic.

Li Ang scolded: "Kui Lei! ”

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and as the electric field at the base of the cloud released electrons, the surrounding air was rapidly ionized, forming a conductive channel with a radius of 10 centimeters and a length of more than 50 meters.

In ordinary lightning, electrons at the bottom of the cloud continue to flow downward along the conductive channel, increasing the voltage at the front of the channel, so that the air ionization process is further extended and quickly reaches the ground.

The conductive channel between the ground electric field and the cloud electric field is completely connected, and the negative charge stored in the conductive channel makes the negative charge lower back to the ground, inducing the bottom layer of the cloud to start discharging.

Lightning strikes bring out a charge from the high end of the cloud, and a steady stream of subsequent lightning strikes start with a straight pilot, causing the transmitted channel to ionize again and create a potential between the cloud and the ground, and finally complete a lightning bolt.

However, the Xuanheremang, who imitates the exotic beast Kui Niu in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, does not stop there.

Leon forcibly shortened the interval between electric shocks, causing a continuous stream of lightning strikes to chop down.

A single lightning bolt consisting of three to four lightning strikes is generally made up of 0.2 seconds in duration. A single lightning strike is composed of nine lightning strikes.

The negative charge that needs to be calculated by the number of Ganges sand runs through the body of the ancient one, completely vaporizing it, and the remnant material is centered on the soles of the ancient one's feet, and is neatly projected in an area with a radius of several meters.

The green light flashed, and the ancient one was still standing in place, still with a smile on his face.

There were no beams, no explosions, no traces of lightning strikes, and the basement was still the same.

Li Ang rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Your little trick is quite interesting." ”