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After thinking silently for a moment, Changsun Wu**'s upper body trembled strangely, and under the faint flow of breath, every muscle vibrated with the same frequency. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Every grain of sand and dust that blew on his body bounced away under this strange frequency, and an untouchable realm seemed to appear above Changsun Wu's skin.

None of the wind and sand could break through this thin barrier to reach his body.

Relying on the weakest flow of qi and the strange breathing method, Changsun Wu was like a fierce tiger that was accumulating strength and would pounce forward at any time.

"Turning Dragon Breathing Method......" The rock-like man smiled, "Looks like you've found the trick." ”

The strange signs on Changsun Wu's body suddenly disappeared, and he returned to his original appearance again, bowed his head respectfully and modestly and said, "It's just a slight comprehension, I'm afraid it's still far from being completely mastered." ”

"Your ambition is too great, the Beidou God Fist is a boxing technique that has been passed down for more than two thousand years, and you actually want to change it into a trick that is completely suitable for you in your hands......"

He looked at Changsun Wu's expression: "Not a bad idea, but it's a pity that the road is long." ”

"Then, please continue to give guidance to Teacher Xia." He stepped forward from behind and looked at the trace of green that seemed to be a mirage at the end of his sight: "It looks like this cultivation will be difficult?" ”

"I have blocked all the 'qi' and cultivated from scratch, and reaching this level in just one month is already a rapid progress, but it is not enough."

Kenjiro said lightly: "Go forward alone, kill all the people with weapons in your hands, and use their lives to temper your boxing skills." ”

"The sofa is decisive, I like it." Eldest Sun Wu twisted his wrist and said, "What about their equipment?" ”

He didn't say much, Kenjiro just replied lightly: "You may have weapons such as rocket artillery, so you have to be careful of the change in murderous aura." ”

"Brief enough, but a little too brief."

Takeshi Nagasun walked forward, waved his hand behind Kenjiro's back and said, "If I'm about to be killed if I'm not careful......"

"I'm not going to save you."

"Hah, I know." Changsun Wu laughed unconcernedly and jumped off the sand dunes, walking from the wind and sand towards the mission location of "Metal Slug".

Looking at the back of Changsun Wu leaving, his expression was still as solid as a rock, but his voice was full of anticipation.

"Eldest grandson, become a man like the sky."

On the sixteenth floor of the Tower of Babel, in the Sixth Otherworldly Creature Summoning Research Room, the screams and roars of monsters sounded again.

This time, the summoned demon refining demon survived for five minutes, and then turned into a pile of dry bones in the dead silence like a black hole.

The air currents emerged from the void with the power of magic, and flew into the 'dimensional rift' that was a trash can with the pile of bones that shattered at the touch of a button.

"Rest for three minutes, and then start the Sixty-Six Trial again." Zhao Hun looked at the exhausted knight girl standing in the middle of the field, and said without any emotion: "The sacrifice and magic power of the next summoning circle will be raised by a notch. ”

Sixty-six four-star magical beasts, the wheel battle without respite, is as cruel as the Colosseum.

Without the slightest pity, Zhao Hun turned around and left from the door, and the last voice came: "Don't be afraid of dying, even if you die, I will drag you out of the realm of the dead and continue the trial." ”

The blood-stained girl staggered through the pool of blood with her magic sword, and finally leaned against the wall in exhaustion.

There was a dark sheen that loomed in her long golden hair, and in the depths of her eyes, there was a dead silence that lingered beyond firmness.

When Ottoria woke up again, she was brought here. The only memories I had were of intense pain and the sounds I heard in my sleep.

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"Janova's cells? Even its own deity can use spells and magic to transform into a demon, not to mention something that has not yet fully formed its own will. After using the erosion and transformation of the Realm of the Dead, I was transformed into the existence of the A-18 blueprint! Even if it is a catastrophe that devours the planet, obey the will of the Grey Knight! ”

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“…… Once the soul is extracted, the Celestial Sacrifice will be performed to elevate her spirit to the point where she can harness the power of the dead! ”

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"The body has begun to transform and improve, and I will extract Athena's heart and broken godhead from the Vientiane Mansion, and with these, it will be easy to transform her into a godborn!"

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The potential in his current body is beyond his imagination, and even he can't help but be afraid of the damage that will occur when he is at full strength.

It was as if even she was going to be swallowed up by the dead silence she had created.

It had become easy to plunder lives, but as she gained great power, she felt more and more empty.

During the two-month transformation, her body and soul were transformed to a level of strength that she had never imagined, but her character and will became more and more pure under the influence of both.

Pure, determined, and persistent, Ottoria began to follow the guidance of her heart.

At least, she finally figured something out.

It's like swinging a sword, if it doesn't work once, it will be ten times, and if it doesn't work ten times, it will be a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times......

Someday, Bai Shuo will accept his own.

After accepting your weak side, you don't need to be confused or deceive yourself; I know my own mind, and I also know the way forward.

For the rest, you just need to follow that back with joy, and that's enough.

The low friction of the pivot rang out again, allowing her to turn her flying thoughts. The exhaustion that had continued for days made the movement of the eyeballs obscure.

Unconsciously, a slight smile appeared on Ottoria's face, and the two-meter-long black giant sword was lifted from the pool of blood in her palm.

It seems that the giant sword carved from stubborn stone and poured black steel is not sharp, and there are even two huge gaps on the blade, as if the last hero is about to die after experiencing the collision of countless swords.

Weapons are also mortal, but the heavy sword in her hand has struggled for countless years on the verge of shattering death and lingering, always stepping on that tiny line, stubbornly refusing to break.

From the countless shattered swords, the fighting spirit that remained in the shards and the desire to continue fighting brought the discarded steel together, and this heavy weapon was born as if it could be shattered at any moment.

Possessing nothing, so eager to fight, the heavy sword forged by the obsession of the dead has a fierce self-will.

And now, the heavy sword, which was frantically drawing blood in a pool of blood, was silent the moment it touched Otolia's palm, and three days ago, it had surrendered to the most suitable emperor for itself, or rather, was harnessed by Ottoria.

A light appeared in the giant summoning array, and a vague shadow flickered.

The sound of swords clashing and monsters neighing rang out from the wide room again.

This time, the endless battle lasted six hours.

When all sixty-six monsters were chopped to pieces by Ottoria, the door of the confinement burst open.

The female mage with strange runes on her face walked out from behind the door with two assistants, and cleaned up all the debris with a calm face.

Only Ottoria was left bruised and bruised, holding her giant sword, standing in the center, like a fragile porcelain, as if it would shatter in the next moment.

It seemed like she was going to die in the next moment, but no one dared to approach within three meters of her.

With a sigh, a healing light appeared in the female mage's hand, and after stabilizing Ottoria's injuries, while her sanity was still there, she pulled out the heavy greatsword from her already stiff hand and placed her on the stretcher.

Just as he touched the giant sword, a low roar sounded like the roar of a fierce beast, and a crack appeared in the female mage's hand.

She kicked the heavy sword with some anger: "Even the old lady dares to bite, be careful that the old lady returns you to the furnace!" ”

After saying that, he didn't care about the magic sword that drew blood in a pool of blood, and carried Ottoria out of the room with his assistant.

Just as she walked out of the door, she saw Zhao Hun waiting silently outside the door, and the female mage rubbed her eyebrows with a little headache: "Minister, the intensity of training should be weakened, otherwise our subordinates will have a headache." ”

"Don't worry, you won't have a headache in two days." Zhao Hun nodded and replied.

"Two days later? What do you mean? ”

"The third stage is basically complete, and only the final trial remains." Zhao Hun looked at Ottolia who was sleeping on the stretcher: "Two days later, I sent her to participate in a 'bloody battle'. ”

"It's crazy...... the corners of the female mage's eyes twitched, and she sighed helplessly as she commanded her assistant to carry Ottoria to the medical room.

It's still in London of blood and fire.

The fire spreads with connivance and malice.

West Bank of the Thames, House, Big Ben, Prime Minister's Residence, Defence Headquarters, Buckingham Palace, Scotland Yard Headquarters, Westminster Abbey, Piccadilly, Soho, City Centre, Southwark, Central Government, St Paul's Cathedral, Trafalgar Square, Tower of London, British Museum, British Library, ......

Any building that holds even the slightest hint of meaning groans in the flames, collapses, and is reduced to wreckage.

It is like an ant nest that has collapsed in the midst of a blazing fire, and the more than 9 million humans living in it are constantly crying and dying under the indulgence of monsters in plundering and killing.

People who die from bullets, explosions, suffocation, or ghoul gnawing happen all the time.

London was dying, and the sounds of countless people wailing in pain in the ruins resounded throughout the night sky.

Beneath the black clouds, which had been scorched by the flames, a bright stream of light suddenly appeared......

It was as if something huge had swept through the sky, and three streams of white light seemed to be burning.

On a huge helicopter, a miraculous effect is achieved by spraying a chemical agent.

The burning chemicals weaved into the night sky in a blurry figure with wings on its back, like an angel towering beneath the scarlet night sky, overlooking the burning hell.

"Angel ......"

The injured citizen was stunned as he watched the group of helicopters slowly approaching in the sky, and couldn't help but blurt out.

"Angels?" In the speeding car, Bai Shuo looked at the scene in the rearview mirror and sneered: "It's a pity, what you are waiting for is Gabriel." ”

Angel of Death, Gabriel!