The towering tower of the minaret throne was getting farther and farther away, and Fan, who was sitting on Borahel's back, was silent, and subconsciously touched the huge penetrating wound on his chest, and his face became even more gloomy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seven days have passed since the last fierce battle, but this fatal wound has still not completely scabbed, and with Fan's terrifying recovery ability, it can be seen that the horror of Jessor's blow is still so.

The bodies of Jessor and the dragon have been properly buried, and it is a tragedy for everyone to sigh that the grieving father and son ended their lives with such an outcome.

For the dragon's actions, Van can only repay with the purest revenge, the "it" hiding in the shadows, and soon, Van will find him personally.

After the First World War, the growth of Van who did not die was terrifying, whether it was Dahl, Lancelot, Mister, or Radas who died first, their bodies were not wasted, and in the secret room where no one was, Van devoured them with his ability.

Therefore, now Fan's strength has reached an unimaginable height. In fact, he could have become stronger, but at the cost of adding Jessor and Dragons to the devoured list, of course he couldn't accept such a result.

Recalling the devouring process at that time, Van was inexplicably retching, and the act of devouring the corpse would not be pleasant anyway, not to mention that the other party was also a human. In the past, Van had been restraining himself from this ability, because he really couldn't cross this hurdle, but now everything has changed, and Jessor's strength makes him know that there are still such terrible people in this world, so his real opponent hiding in the shadows will only be stronger than Jessor.

He's got to get over it, he's got to go.

Borahel's speed was fast, fast as a meteor, but Van was still not satisfied, and kept urging it to speed up. The faint palpitations in his heart became more obvious the closer he got to the White-Cloaked Sanctuary, which had already upset Van at the end of the battle seven days ago, and it was precisely for this reason that Van hurried on the road before the wound had scabbed, and he always felt that something terrible had happened in the White-Cloaked Templar, which was far away from him.

Don't ...... Fan thought silently in his heart.

Quiet, stepping into the sphere of influence of the White-clothed Sanctuary, what Van can feel the most is quiet, the empty wilderness, the empty everything, and there are no living beings, including the Zerg.

The unusual sight made Van even more distraught, and as Bolahel ran at full speed, the holy city of the White Templar was close at hand. And all kinds of visions along the way, finally under the defenseless status quo of the holy city, poured a basin of cold and biting water on Fan's heart.

Fan rushed into the city without thinking, and what he saw next made his already cold and heavy heart fall to the deepest bottom in an instant.

In his widening eyes, the tragic human tragedy was reflected!

Blood! Blood everywhere! Dried and blackened blood spilled in every corner of the city. Corpse! Stacks of corpses are densely packed in every alley of the city!

Quickly approaching a corpse, the expression of the dead warrior stayed on the pain of the last moment, his entire body was torn, his internal organs were spilled on the ground, and under the corpse was the giant worm that tore his body, this reaper with a level of six was cut off by others after killing this warrior.

Continuing to rush forward, more and more corpses appeared in front of Van in front of him, and their strange death gestures proved to those who came after him the fierceness and madness of this battle.

A large lurker collapsed on the city's central avenue, with five dead warriors hanging from its body, and more broken pieces of corpses beneath its feet, most of whom were civilians judging by their attire. Van quickly flashed through his mind about the battle he had deduced, and the seventh-level lurker, after killing numerous unarmed civilians, had finally provoked the fury of the Templars, who rushed at it in desperation, and finally killed it at the cost of many lives.

Moving forward, more and more tragic images came into Fan's field of vision, and the stench of the corpses that had begun to decompose made Borahel retch.

The bell tower in the center of the Holy City was close in front of him, and before he was about to push open the bloodstained gate, Van suddenly hesitated, this was the place where the battle took place the most heavily, and there were too many corpses densely packed around the bell tower. A vague sense of irritability radiated to the maximum at this moment, and he took a deep breath and finally pushed the door open with force.

The heavy iron door creaked open and closed, a strong stench came to his face, clenched his palm, Fan pushed away the corpses stacked in front of him, and walked upstairs step by step.

The brutal battle had left too many traces here, and the last time Van left, everything here was vivid, but now it has become hell, with corpses everywhere filling all the spaces, down to the narrow corners of the staircase.

The corpses of humans and zergs are mixed together, and the smell of decay and stench is suffocating.

In the corner of a staircase, Van suddenly froze, and he noticed a familiar face.

The dead warrior clenched his weapon in both hands, his stiff and pale face swelled and swollen with a terrifying swelling, and his still glowing lightsaber pierced a giant zerg while his opponent impaled him with his arthropods. The warrior's wounds all over his body testify to the terrible battles he has endured, and his unusual attire also proves that he has a different glory than ordinary people in his life.

The head of the Templar guard, Rashph, was the Templar soldier who had tried to kill Van and was locked up by Lynn, and Angelil had interceded for him, although the excessive decay had made him a little unrecognizable, Van still recognized him at a glance, and he had no sense of Rashph's character, but he didn't expect that when they met again, he was already a corpse.

After a moment of silence, Van continued to move forward, and the closer he got to the top, the slower his steps became, the clenched fists made a clicking sound, he didn't dare to think of anything now, the most terrible undercurrents hidden in his seemingly calm eyes, and the heavy worry was about to overwhelm his broad shoulders.

At this moment, he was desperate to rush to the top, and because of this, he was more and more hesitant. His perception was turned off at this moment, because he was afraid that he would not be able to accept the cruel result.

When the familiar corridor finally appeared in front of him, Fan stretched out his trembling hand and slowly pushed open the door in front of him. This was Lynn's room, his mother's abode.

The smell of rancid smell came to his nose, the corpses were full of insects, and the northernmost wall of the hall had been completely hollowed out, reflecting the empty sky in the distance, Fan closed his eyes and slowly took a deep breath.

There was a blackened trail of blood in his hand, and he gently touched his finger to it, and the power of the original crimson told him again and again. The owner of this dried bloodstain was none other than his mother.

The air suddenly stopped flowing at this moment, and when Fan opened his eyes again, the deep and intense anger almost made the entire sky dark and terrifying!

The red pupils are full of the most primitive tyranny, and the bruised tendons are hideous!

Rumble!

A violent sonic boom swept through the Holy City! And the center point of the explosion, the central tower with the four walls of the Tang Dynasty has long been wiped out, and the fan in the smoke and dust is flying off the ground, and the flying black hair is angry in the flying sand in the sky!

An extremely terrifying aura pumped and erupted from his body like a volcano! Like a huge mountain falling from the sky, the thick and crazy momentum pressed the ground of the entire holy city into several meters!

The city that collapsed with a roar buried all the dry bones that had struggled, but it couldn't bury the most primitive fury in the depths of Vana's heart!

The perceptual pulse was almost literally detached from the body, like an air current after a bomb exploded, and instantly swept the entire land with the Holy City as the center!

100 meters, 10,000 meters, 10,000 meters!

A crazy pulsing hurricane roared like a hurricane, and everything was shocked everywhere it passed! The clouds in the sky were forced by it, and the patches broke into mottled scales, and then disappeared in the next instant!

What a terrifying power this is?! This is already a divine power that only gods can have!

It was on the far edge of the sky, a huge Zerg far larger than Bolahel was galloping, and under the dazzling sunlight, the fifteen golden insect marks on its forehead shone brightly! Dazzling!

Looking at the two almost dying humans who were fleeing in front of it, it suddenly felt some inexplicable tremors in its heart, and just as it was about to swing down the giant turtle and prepare to end their lives, the impact of shaking the mountains almost made it lose its balance!

And a strange murmur sounded in its ears at this time, accompanied by the rotten smell of death, and, a pair of crazy, red eyes.

Hallucinations, but almost real hallucinations.

Both far away in the sky and close at hand.

"I've seen you." (To be continued.) )