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London, 10 p.m. sharp.

With the addition of strong reinforcements, the situation on the ground gradually tilted towards humanity, the rioters mixed in the crowd were repulsed, the rioted neighborhoods gradually restored order, and the buildings that were on fire were finally rescued by firefighters and did not let the damage spread again.

And the underground battle has just begun at this time, those subway stations that are usually busy have become the most chaotic killing and poking field in this noisy night, often before getting the order of the boss, the vanguard troops entering the underground have automatically poured bullets into the werewolves swarming from all directions, in the well-equipped soldiers, the metal storm almost instantly enveloped the enemy's body, if it was in the past, these jumping elves would tear the enemy's body to pieces, but in front of the strong alien creatures, They only provoked a tidal wave of roars, and did not cause much actual damage to their opponents.

"Execute option B." Seeing that the battle situation was developing as expected, the leading officer immediately issued a new order, and the soldiers carrying the flame ** device stepped forward to replace the colleagues in the front row, and under their control, the oil shot out of the nozzle, forming a fierce burning pillar of fire, and the rolling heat wave swept by, and the shining and dazzling sparks flew everywhere, spreading along the passage or steps, sticking to the hairy werewolf, and immediately causing a miserable howl.

"Well done!" Seeing that his opponent was cowering, an officer shouted loudly, and his companions were also happy, and encouraged by their superiors, the Flame Soldier attacked the nearby enemy even harder, burning the guys to the ground.

This tactic was indeed effective, although they could not go deeper due to the complex underground environment, and the lack of oxygen and poison gas caused by it was unlikely to pose a great threat to the werewolves, but they still managed to clear a safe area and open a way to the underground lair for the superpowers behind them.

Eric strolled over and looked at the warheads on the ground as he passed the front of the position, the gleaming silver knick-knacks caught his attention.

"It's a silver bullet." A British liaison officer came from the side to explain to him. "At first we couldn't do it with conventional weapons, but then someone got inspiration from the legend, the ancients thought that silver could be a threat to werewolves, whether it was allergies caused by chemical reactions or for some other reason, we tried to do it, and it was really effective at first, a few silver bullets could kill a werewolf, but they quickly became useless, and now they can only cause a small effect, making it difficult for their wounds to heal."

"It looks like werewolves will also level up, and they must have found a way to close the loopholes of the past, which is really good news." Eric said casually, dropping the warhead in his hand.

As soon as he reached the ground, he found that the werewolves in front of him were not the traditional werewolves with thick fur and protruding mouths of the past, but the more sparsely furred and muscular werewolves - only Alexander, the common ancestor of the werewolves and the Bloods in the world of Legends of the Night. The bloodlines of the three descendants of Kovinus were mixed to create such a new race.

Eric remembers very well that Lucien does not have Michael's blood in his hands, and in this new world he may be able to get some blood blood, but he will never be able to get something out of nothing. In the past, this was the preserve of the former reincarnation, but after severing the link between the two worlds, the main god, who may not be willing to fail, found a new apostle following the familiar taste.

As he pondered, the human soldiers advanced a few dozen yards, drove the embarrassed enemy into the subway tunnel, and completely emptied the platform, which greatly encouraged them, and for a time many people cheered, as if they saw the dawn of victory, as if they could fight alone without reinforcements.

But werewolves are so easy to deal with, after a short period of joy, someone inadvertently raised his head, and suddenly saw a squirming black shadow on the towering ceiling, and before the person could give a warning, the werewolf had already jumped down and pounced into the crowd.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, warm liquids and fresh organs splashed wildly in the swing of sharp claws, and the soldiers who had been full of confidence immediately collapsed, some staggered away, others lost their minds and opened fire indiscriminately under the control of fear, further increasing the casualties of their comrades.

Flames bloomed through the crowd, and this terrifying weapon that could force back the werewolves was first inflicted on ordinary people, and the heat destroyed their defenses in an instant, and the smell of gunpowder smoke from burnt steel, human body, and ammunition mixed into a pungent and unpleasant smell that made people drowsy and unable to see their way.

"If the operation fails, retreat immediately!" The coalition commander was shouting hoarsely, and without his orders, the frightened soldiers had fled back and ran desperately towards the steps of the subway exit.

"It's a rabble to have a gun in your hand and you can't make a difference." Bronski said contemptuously, and at Eric's signal, he took off his shirt and exposed his chest, pushing the deserter all the way to the werewolf who was lying in a pool of blood and eating happily.

"Little dog, let me teach you to be obedient." In a low laugh, Emile. Bronsky's body gradually swelled into a yellow giant and rushed towards the stunned werewolf.

"And I, I'm honored to have your trust, but don't forget to have the British put the money in a pocket with a huge dollar sign on it when the job is done, and I'm going back to New York with it." Deadpool Wade, of course, didn't want to lag behind, he pulled the knife from his shoulder with his backhand, flickered, and appeared on the other side of the subway station.

"Aren't you going to have fun, Ivan?" Eric casually asked the third team member, and the tattooed Russian man was covered in a special suit of armor, revealing only a face full of meat.

"The gear you've given me is interesting, but why do you think I'm going to listen to you?" Ivan, who had been locked up in Stryker's base since he was knocked out of the Hammer Fair hall, had only recently been brought out by Eric, and he knew about Eric's relationship with Howard and was instinctively hostile to him.

"You can choose your own destiny, or get a chance to fulfill your wish, or I will send you back to prison and send you a box of soap by the way, so that you can spend the rest of your life happily."

The threat made Ivan's face twitch, and without saying a word, he closed his armor and walked down the dark steps.

The screams resounded through the subway station again, one after another, but this time the victim became a werewolf. The forces of the two sides reversed, and although the outnumbered side followed one after the other, it no longer had the same effect as the average soldier, and was chased by the Abomination, Deadpool, and Ivan, who wore the armor of the Destroyer, and drove him deeper into the rugged tunnel.

"What a nuisance, I kind of miss my students." Eric muttered, stepping on the bloodstained steps all the way down.

Now he's going to visit that old friend.

His mind opened, like the sun illuminating the darkness, and the entire structure of the city could not be hidden, and soon Eric found his goal.

A galaxy of countless starlight slowly unfolded in front of his eyes, the boundless void slowly passed, a cluster of bubble-like disillusioned nebulae loomed, and the vast and boundless bright stardust quietly rotated in a whirlpool.

In this beautiful spectacle, two transparent bonds stretched out from the nebula, one extremely faint and could be severed at any moment, and the other approached the strength that the former reincarnation had before, and the power from the other universe continued to supply through it, causing an invisible shadow to quietly spread out.

As Eric looked through the endless void, the silent galaxy suddenly rolled up into a storm, and the waves were turbulent and set off fierce winds and waves, sweeping in a monstrous force that had never been seen before.

At the top of the wave, a solid dark shadow coalesced, and he opened his eagle-sharp eyes to meet Eric's deep gaze.

The two lines of sight faced each other, and the ocean of spirit faintly vibrate.

As soon as the wills of different natures came into contact, countless shockwaves erupted, flickering in the world of the soul, stirring up crackling sparks.

The waves met a tough reef and smashed into it, crumbling the momentum of the earth.

Eric's body froze for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he froze silently for a few seconds like a black hole devouring all light before returning to normal.

When he went on further, all resistance was dissipated, and the darkness full of danger was subdued and transformed into a harmonious and serene side, as if the two were one, only serenity, distance and tranquility, and no more rejection and opposition.

"Damn it!" In the deepest part of the London Underground system, another man cursed loudly, covering his forehead as if he had just been struck with a bat, blood running down his nose and falling to the ground like red flowers blooming all over the ground.

"Just one step away! It's only one step away from me being able to establish a stable connection with that side. This man was none other than Rucian, and he grabbed the person next to him with the intense vertigo, and with the help of the man's body, he barely managed to support his balance.

"What do I want? Where is Krypton's Life Origin Chamber? It was a lean, military-like, short-haired middle-aged man, who was very excited and roared as he shook Lucian's hand, accidentally breaking the werewolf leader's wrist bone.

"General Zod, I paid the price for summoning you here, now you deal with the invaders for me first, and then I can bring Clark to you." Lucien said loudly in pain.

"It's Kael!" Zod corrected as he stared at the werewolf leader. "It's Joel's son, not Clark." r1152

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