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Chapter 336: God of War

When Changsun Wu put away his posture with satisfaction and turned the corner, he finally saw the hostage with a torn sock in the corner of the wall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In every Metal Slug plot, there are these elusive hostages with a rag wrapped around them, but they can't die at all......

When the protagonists rescue him, they dance and pull a white shirt from behind their butts and shake it, and a box with various ammo symbols appears in front of the player.

Changsun Wu even remembered that S was a scatter bomb and F was a flame bomb......

"And do you really all look the same?" Changsun Wu bent down to look at the bearded hostage on the ground with rags in his mouth.

Seeing Changsun Wu coming over, the hostage shouted excitedly.

Changsun Wu squeezed out a smile as warm as spring as he untied the rope for him: "Don't get excited. ”

And then...... Isn't the hostage going to dance and send a bullet out at the same time!!

How did you run!

Silently, the door with his back to him slammed open, and except for two legs, the mecha that looked like a tank walked out of the warehouse with a fierce killing intent.

Finally understood the reason for the hostage's escape, Changsun Wu's face twitched and turned around, looking at the cannon barrel that began to turn on the mecha, resisting the urge to cover his face:

"Doesn't that mean that the most powerful firearm is rocket artillery?! For Mao suddenly changed from an alloy slug to an alloy gear! ”

On the sand dunes in the distance, Kenshiro turned his head lightly: "Ah, I forgot to say ......"

In the loud sound of artillery fire, the eldest grandson Wu rolled and fled in embarrassment, as if he had long expected the master's response, and complained in a low voice: "This kind of thing, you can't explain it if you forget to say it!" The soul is faint......"

Although he was a little surprised, he didn't seem to be afraid, and after a short observation, he realized that although it looked bigger, the threat value was not as high as that of the cute little tank.

At the very least, he's looking forward to the kind of magic tank that can bounce and twist his waist.

In this way, in the heroic roar full of uncle's blood, Changsun Wu launched a charge towards that strange mecha!

It seems that he still has a long way to go.

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In the forest in the middle of the night, a lonely man walks alone.

There was an indescribable terror in the silence, and the pale-faced young man suddenly stopped.

The gloomy forest road has come to an end, but the breath of dead silence is getting stronger and stronger.

Under the moonlight, he suddenly smiled, and the pale smile was indescribably strange under the shadows of the grass and trees and the cold moonlight.

A faint voice spread from his body, but his mouth remained motionless, as if there were unseen ghosts arguing, screaming, and crying around him.

If one listened closely, they could hear vague words spread around his collar.

"Erkang! You don't love me anymore! ”

"No, Ziwei, I'm ......"

……

Liang Chengcheng took out the music player from his trouser pocket and pressed the pause button: "This is not good, I want to change it." ”

His face was still pale as if he were anemic, and his hair was unkempt, but his clothes were new.

Finally noticing some old road signs on the side of the road, he took out his flashlight and leaned over, and with some difficulty read out the handwriting on it: "All ...... God...... Village? ”

"Hmm), it looks like it's here." He nodded, yawning a little sleepily: "I don't know if I can find a hotel to sleep in, well, I don't seem to have a wallet...... Luckily, there are two dollars that the former captain gave me. ”

Obviously, he had long forgotten what he had come here for. But it's still within the arrangement of the master of trickery, at least he hasn't gone off the rails to Hinamizawa.

Like most people who are addicted to music, he looked down at the player's screen as he walked towards the dark village.

Never as if he was still dissatisfied with the music being played, he intently flipped through the track list in the player.

Unconsciously, I walked through the narrow alley and walked through the gloomy archway, and finally nodded with satisfaction: "This is good." ”

It was only at this time that he noticed his surroundings. Before he knew it, he had walked to the periphery of an old mansion.

"It looks old." He scratched his face and tapped the door gently: "Hey? Anyone? I am...... Hmm, food delivery. ”

Amid the squeaky sound of sore teeth, the door slowly opened, and there was no response.

Maintaining a polite attitude, Liang Zhengcheng is one of the three patients in the new era who has won the award of 'Best Polite Patient of Castle Peak Hospital' for two consecutive years.

At the end, he poked his head behind the door: "If no one speaks, I'm going in." ”

"That's really no one." He patted his head, muttered to himself, and walked in the back of the door humming a song.

After he entered, the decaying door suddenly closed slowly, and the entire ancient mansion looked like a giant beast devouring its prey in the night.

Only Liang Chengcheng's out-of-tune singing voice came faintly from the space behind the door, floating in the night sky.

"You're the wind~ I'm sand~ lingering...... Hello sister, I don't like to talk, are you a new patient? …… Huh? This dress is good, where did you buy it? Is it a new uniform? ”

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In the entire endless dimensional sea, there are infinite worlds, and every second new worlds are being born and old ones are being destroyed.

Miracles, destruction, and rebirth are happening all the time. And more than that, there is war.

It is as if the magnificent notes of the ups and downs are constantly reverberating in the endless dimension. The old notes dissipate and new ones sound. Countless notes appear at the same time, overlapping each other to form a vast symphony that never ends.

And many of these wars are an indispensable and rare test for reincarnation.

It's like Dota, LoL, EVE and other war worlds, which all need a lot of reward points and plot cards to open, and the harshest and largest of them is probably the 'Blood War', right?.

Bloody War - A massive war in the famous Western fantasy system Dungeons & Dragons.

The undying war between the lower planes, Hell, and the Abyss, began when the first demons and demons met, and ended when the Lord of Hell, Astimols, attained Godhead.

Its essence is a battle between 'order' and 'chaos' in the rules, but it gradually evolves into a huge war between the two camps.

From the very beginning of the battle between the Abyss Demon and the Hell Demon, it has almost dragged the entire DND world into it.

Time was in the makeshift camp of the Hell's army after a war that lasted six standard days.

It wasn't as chaotic as the Abyss Camp, and the entire camp was filled with a kind of order that was so harsh that it made people scream.

The rules of steel were enough to overwhelm all the foreigners involved in this war, and even the most unruly and powerful had to succumb to this invisible order, but permeated every inch of the air.

In the tent at the heart of it, the knight girl gently pulled her black heavy sword from the corpse of her 'boss'.

The giant sword, which was as deep as a black hole, was drawn out of the flesh and blood, and let out a roar like a happy ***. In just three seconds, the blood-red sheen on the hilt of the sword was a little thicker again.

The devil, who wanted to rely on his position to 'instruct' his beautiful subordinates, had promised enough treasures to turn any mercenary into a slut: gold coins that mercenaries regarded as life, ornate jewelry that exuded an eerie aura, crystals that imprisoned the soul of a wailing, and so on.

It's a pity that it picks the wrong person. And on this battlefield, sometimes vision is far more important than strength.

So, he died so easily.

The bearded middle-aged man in the corner of the tent stopped moving and raised his head as if he had just found it.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with some doubts: "Just killed it like this?" ”

"I'm sorry, I'll fix it early next time." Ottoria slowly put away her heavy sword, with a sincere and respectful expression on her slightly pale face: "Do you need to change camps?" ”

"You've misunderstood what I meant." The middle-aged man, dressed in an Islamic style with a white turban wrapped around his head, began to teach: "Sometimes, if you kill it so simply, it will be wasteful." ”

"I see, I'll leave it to you next time." Ottoria nodded seriously and said, "So how to solve the next thing?" ”

"I'll take care of it, after all, I'm a senior." As if taken for granted, the bearded middle-aged man said gently: "If nothing else, you will be the captain of this team tomorrow." ”

"Will the devils say yes?"

"They'll say yes, they're all reasonable creatures." The bearded middle-aged man stopped sharpening his knife and wiped the pair of Kratos' with a linen cloth.

As simple as a hard-working farmer looking at an endless wheat field after hard work, he wiped his sweat under the cold light of the double blade:

"After all...... I'm the god of war in the Western Regions. ”

The elder named Avanti said with a genuine kindness and expectation.

On his wrist, a watch peculiar to Samarashi shimmered, and the mark of the Crusader burned silently on the chassis of the watch.

It was the sixteenth day they had entered this world, and there were fourteen days to go, and the war was not over yet.

The war did not start, and the war could not end.

This concept has existed since the dawn of mankind. From the moment the first sharp branch was grasped by the monkey, from the moment an ape-man moved his eyes to the sharp stone, it descended into the world and lingered.

There has never been true peace in the history of mankind, and there has never been a day when there has never been a day when there is no such death-only activity as war.

The so-called history is a bloody book written after the words "war" and "preparation for war" overlap with each other.

In this world, which cannot be observed by reality and cannot be observed in reality, the war has already begun.

Coming to an end......