What's going on here?

As the space shook, everything around him blurred again, and the figures of the young man in white and the young man in purple all changed faintly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When all these changes had stopped and everything had returned to calm, the scene in front of Wang Ling had changed dramatically, and the melee had already begun in the place of Nuoda.

Gilgamesh had already started a battle with Atum, and the huge figure of the Three Illusion Gods also came into Wang Ling's eyes, and Gilgamesh's previous relentlessness was gone, replaced by a serious look.

"It's a mongrel, but it's a bigger bug!"

Behind Gilgamesh, the King's Treasure (gateofBabylon) has been fully opened, and the treasures that appear behind Gilgamesh are at least A-level treasures, and many of them are god-made weapons.

The king's treasure attacked with all his might, even if Atum relied on the divine power of the three phantom gods, he had to deal with it carefully.

The young man in white and the young man in purple also started their own battles, while Rin Tosaka watched from the sidelines, not afraid of others making trouble for her at all.

"Since you want to fight, then fight!" The purple-clothed young man sighed helplessly, and then a simple long sword that bloomed with cold light appeared in the purple-clothed young man's hand.

"With your natural talent, there is no need to do this, so why bother looking for me? I'm just here to have fun, I don't want to cause trouble at all, I hope it won't cause much trouble, but it looks like it's too late・・・・・・"

The purple-clothed young man muttered to himself, the words behind him were still vague, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

It's not ・・・・・・

Seeing this simple long sword, Wang Ling's eyes shrank suddenly, and countless questions flashed in his heart.

"How is that possible? But after all, it's a red A, so it's not surprising that there will be a structural diagram of this sword. ”

Soon this question slipped out of Wang Ling's mind, and then another doubt came up.

It seems that the traces of those battles were made by these few people, and if you think about it, it is not surprising that with the strength of these people, it will cause such a result.

With the strength of these people, it is not surprising that such a result will be caused in the battle, after all, each of these people is a character to be provoked, except for a purple-clothed young man of unknown origin and unknown strength.

The battle between the two sides contrasted sharply, and the battle between Gilgamesh and Atum was as great as if a myth had been recreated. The sky is torn apart, the earth is wailing, and ancient myths are resurrected.

Whether it is the Three Illusion Gods or the King's Treasure, each of them has exerted great power, and the heavens and the earth are amazed by it.

"Is this a battle between the strong?" Watching the battle between these two people, Wang Ling was stupid for a while, and he couldn't stop muttering to himself, as if he was surprised and envious.

On the contrary, on the side of the young man in white, at first glance it seems to be just a play between children, and there is nothing extraordinary, the only thing worth seeing is the sound of gold and iron from time to time.

Don't say anything about mythological reproduction, even the battle between the two gangsters is more attractive than this, the only eye-catching thing is that the two fight in the sky, without the help of a trace of external force.

Is the road simple?

The battle between the young man in white and the young man in purple couldn't help but remind Wang Ling of the old saying of ****, maybe this is just right for the battle between the two in front of him.

"But when will I catch up with them?"

Looking at the scene of the battle between the four of them, a trace of envy in Wang Ling's eyes was clearly visible, and there was no concealment in the slightest.

But this is also very normal, how many people in this world are not eager for strong strength?

Maybe this kind of person does exist, but it definitely won't be Wang Ling.

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After a while, the picture changed again, and everything in front of me blurred again. It's just that this time it's a little different, the young man in purple and the young man in white don't know whether it's intentional or unintentional, and they don't know if it's an illusion, they all glanced at Wang Ling, as if they were thoughtful.

When the vision was clear again, the picture changed again, although several people were still fighting, but suddenly a sharp and piercing sound sounded, repeated again and again.

What happened to jeopardize the security of the base?

Wang Ling is no stranger to this voice, when he was at the Fengtian Base before, Wang Ling had heard this voice more than once.

"What the hell is going on? Even the top base like the Heyang base is so nervous? You must know that this is the highest level of warning, and if it does not involve the survival of all members of the base, it will not be issued easily. ”

Listening to this voice, the incredulity in Wang Ling's eyes couldn't disappear for a long time, after all, the shock it brought to Wang Ling was too great.

At this moment, the sky suddenly began to fluctuate strangely, and one after another twisted portals were opened, and countless adventists appeared from the open portals.

None of these adventers were simple characters, and each of them was comparable to the thirteen kings in Wang Ling's memory.

It's just that, unlike ordinary Adventists, these Adventists have no reason and only have an instinct called destruction.

These descenders seemed to be blackened, and as soon as Pu appeared, he began to attack the Heyang base frantically. But in an instant, it caused great damage.

But this was just the beginning, and then countless strange creatures appeared on the ground, and began to slaughter humans in a frenzy.

Although it was not long before someone began to deal with these Advent and monsters, it was a drop in the bucket after all, and there was no way to reverse the form.

The white-clothed youth above didn't care about the below, and threw himself into the battle with the purple-clothed youth.

Gilgamesh and Atum were furious and began to deal with the Advent and monsters.

"Bastards, who told you to start killing without the king's permission!"

Among the king's treasures, countless treasures flashed through the air like meteors, taking the lives of one descender and monster after another.

At the same time, the three phantom gods also showed their might, mercilessly dealing with one after another adventers.

・・・・・・

At some point, the picture is on one side again, but at this point everything seems to be a foregone conclusion, and the powerful Gilgamesh and Atum, who holds the Three Illusion Gods, have also disappeared.

All that was left was the endless monsters, and the undiminished number of blackened descendants.

"Don't do a counteroffensive? But this is useless after all, although it does solve Heyang City, but your losses are too great. ”

Looking at all this, the young man in purple shook his head, and there was no joy or sadness on his face.

"But in that case, I should also go, after all, I am just a passerby."

Saying this, the purple-clothed young man's face suddenly changed and changed into another posture: "Sure enough, I am more accustomed to this appearance." ”

How is this ・・・・・・ possible・・・・・・