Chapter 290: The voice is silent

At 4:27 p.m., Lin Mo heard a sound tearing the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He sat in the middle of the lobby of a dimly lit residential building and turned his head to look at the sky.

And from his point of view, when he looked over the building of Xie Bai's house, all he saw was a dim sky as yellow as blood.

It was as if the sound of tearing the sky was getting louder and louder at the edge of the world.

Lin was silent.

There are three people here, Lin Mo, Li Yan and Xie Bai.

Every time the tearing sound in the sky shook, the girl's face turned pale, and Xie Bai's face became panicked.

Xie Bai didn't understand Lin Mo's approach very well, saying that he was going to run away, but he just moved from his own building to a nearby taller building, and from this angle, he could even see Xie Bai's home that had been maintained for a long time in the last days.

The answer that Lin Mo was waiting for had arrived.

The sky-tearing boom was something that entered the speed of sound to cause a sonic boom, but it was still far away.

Lin Mo knew that with the speed of that golden lightning, if he wanted to come here from the direction of Ma Cheng, the speed required might not exceed ten minutes.

He didn't arrive because someone was intercepting him.

From the current point of view, both of Li Jie's messages are correct.

It was the golden lightning bolt from the Battle of Jinling, and the King of Gale really intercepted it.

But the question is, did that golden lightning come to kill him Lin Mo?

Lin Mo didn't know, his hand was pressed on a certain position under his chest, he couldn't know better, the holy relics were under that skin, although he couldn't touch them, but the holy relics, they were there.

The sound of Weng in the sky became more and more shocking, like lightning and thunder from the sky, shocking and terrifying.

But Lin Mo knew that it only meant one thing, and the golden lightning was getting closer and closer.

Whether it's the King of Gale or the golden lightning, they all intend to lead the battlefield here.

Because there's a man here.

Or rather, there's a monster.

If Lin Mo made a move, he might be able to unite with the King of Gale to defeat the third disciple of the Holy Inquisition, and if Lin Mo made a move, he could also join forces with that golden lightning to destroy the King of Gale.

But the question is, does that golden lightning want him to die?

And now Lin Mo is no longer the black extreme mutant, he has too much to take into account, maybe taking the holy remains out of his body can turn into a monster again, but again, what if he doesn't become a monster?

The relics are in the third stage.

Although Lin Mo didn't know what the third stage meant, what he knew was that the thing was exposed to the air, but it didn't mutate anyone.

Who knows if that thing still has that miraculous ability?

If he doesn't become a monster and takes the remains out of his body, without any medical treatment around him for non-surgical operations, he is committing suicide.

And he doesn't even know who to deal with.

Is he really going to oppose the Holy Judgment?

Li Ruisi didn't say a wrong thing—he did nothing good to work with the Holy Judge.

What is he for?

For Luo Chengrui, or Qin Zi, or Xia Zhen?

This is the end of the world, life and death are fate, who ...... Who can control it?

Lin Mo glanced at the sky on that side again.

The voices tearing the world apart are getting louder and louder.

"Thunder" is getting closer and closer.

This was a protracted battle that Lin Mo had not expected, and when it came to the sky above the city at dusk, the humming sound was clearly divided into two at this time.

Only then did Lin Mo realize that the King of Gale was not how strange it was to awaken his ability to fight with the golden lightning, but because that being could also reach the speed of sound, he directly equalized the advantage with the golden lightning at this point.

But because of this, he was extremely anxious.

A humming sound whistled in mid-air.

The people or mutants throughout the city were like children trembling at the wrath of the angry gods.

Vulnerable like a child.

Lin Mo was still silent.

He sat in the dark, like the battle in the sky really had nothing to do with him.

yes, it had nothing to do with him in the first place.

The disciples of the Holy Inquisition took him to the Chinese branch of the Holy Inquisition, and the King of Gale did not make a move, all outside of the established plans of the Holy Inquisition.

Lin Mo believed that Li Ruisi's conversation with the King of Gale Wind yesterday could never be in order for him to make a move today.

In other words, no matter what the purpose of the Holy Inquisition Society to find the one named Yu Anzhi was, it was obvious that it had failed, because at this moment, the King of the Awakened Humans, who was known as the Gale Wind, was in the sky, and he was unscrupulously attacking the disciples of the Holy Inquisition.

What is it? What makes a person who knows that the Holy Judgment will not be able to be opposed, and who also knows that Jinling will not make a move, and hopes that it is only on a monster, a king of the place, and a mountain king in the midst of the apocalypse, is willing to risk his death?

"I can't allow an organization that protégés monsters to kill at will grow in this world."

Lin Mo slowly stood up, he walked to the window step by step, and looked at the sky under the dark night.

But he couldn't see anything.

He is not a saint.

He...... Why make a move.

At this moment, the battle in the sky finally parted into the street, and a golden electric light snaked down from the sky, as if there was a person in front of the golden lightning.

This golden lightning took that person like this, and crashed into the building where Lin Mo was before, and the home that Xie Bai borrowed to spend almost the entire apocalypse.

It was like a golden scalpel running through the third floor in the middle of the building, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.

And the golden lightning turned ninety degrees above the sky.

In his hands, he carried a man covered in blood.

The appearance of that thing, Lin Mo had seen it a long time ago.

At this moment, this monster flew high in the sky, his eyes scanned the earth coldly, and he casually threw the defeated man in his palm into the vast smoke and dust rising below, and then, his voice rose inch by inch, turning into the voice of the gods that shook the world, and said word by word: "Lin Mo, where are you?!!!!! ”

Lin Mo was in another building at his feet, looking up at this invincible, invincible and magnificent existence.

The man grinned.

He was right.

The Holy Inquisition, he could not be found.

And in this small room, the only two people left slowly stood up and looked at Lin Mo's back.

Lin Mo was turning around again, walking back into the dark room, and sitting back on the sofa in the center of the room.

Slowly, sit still.

Then, as always, there was silence.

Silent.

Silent......

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(To be continued.) )