It's like someone accidentally pressed pause, the image stopped, and the sound disappeared. Subsequently, the person pressed it again.

"O sailor of the 'waves'! Scared me. Someone patted his chest with palpitations, and he didn't know why he would be startled when he said that he was sorry.

"Oh, the logistical master of 'Waves', called 'Sailor', strange, I am quite impressed with this man." Someone asked themselves in confusion.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, people who haven't even reached the quasi-templar are not worth mentioning." Someone whispered, and he didn't know what he wanted to whisper for.

“……”

The crowd began to speak, but their voices were noticeably quieter, as if they were taboo about something. As if the dispute over the duel had never happened, everyone began to talk about other topics, and never mentioned anything like a duel.

Favors and dislikes are retained, and so are fears. A man who slain the Temple Trialist out of a fault, his actions are so ingrained that even though the memory has been erased, fear has become an instinct.

"Forget it, Ghost King, today is a celebration, don't make everyone unhappy."

Baninnasu persuaded, he felt that today was not suitable for a duel, this feeling was strange and profound. If the Oni-kun insists, he might refuse.

"The 'sailor' of the 'waves', there are eccentrics!" The ghost king conspiracy theory again, and he was right again.

"What's weird, just a logistics manager, don't always mention him." Baninnasu was uncomfortable, and he didn't feel well whenever someone mentioned the person "Waves".

"Something must have happened during the trial. Something to do with this 'sailor'. I kind of wanted to fight him, but I didn't think it was appropriate. Ghost King's eyes narrowed.

"Definitely not suitable! You're a bully, aren't you? ”

Baninnasu was startled and forcibly pulled the Ghost King into the crowd. He subconsciously seemed to be afraid that the Ghost King would really do it, and if that was the case, he himself would probably be implicated.

The Trialist was quick to make up for the logic of his actions, and the more powerful Templar Leaders weren't so easy to fool.

Mr. Kercro walked swiftly forward, his route just stopping the leader of a temple.

"Tema, you're looking for me?" Mr. Crowe asked with a smile.

"Well, it's not. I'm just walking around. Tema grinned awkwardly. Turn around and walk in the other direction.

Mr. Kercro stared warily at Tema for a moment, and when he withdrew his gaze, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"Sell Ya, you're going in the wrong direction. The clergy can't get lost at will! "Mr. Cocoro takes three steps and two steps. Blocked the figure of a person.

"Okay. Kekro, for your sake, forget it this time. But next time it's not so easy to say. He turned and walked away, his tone resolute.

"Ms. Ziduo Angli, may I ask if you are also walking around?" Mr. Crowe intercepted another man.

"Krowe, you can't stop everyone." Ziduo Angli sneered.

Mr. Crowe froze for a moment, then angrily discovered that the Trialist he cared about had been intercepted by a temple leader. He was angry, but Ziduo Angli stopped him......

"The 'sailor' of 'Waves', I want to ask you a question."

Just in the copper mountain where Mr. Kekro was entangled, an old man with a long white beard also stopped Chu Ming.

Even if Chu Ming didn't pay attention to the positioning necklace on the old man's chest, he could tell from his clothes that this was the leader of the temple, a real lava sanctuary.

"You can go over there."

Chu Ming didn't answer immediately, but said to the hairpin gently, but his gaze stayed on Miss Pori, trying to soothe the panic in her heart with this gentleness.

Perhaps it was the sincerity in her smile that touched Miss Pori, who smiled softly, nodded and turned away.

"Is it all done, 'sailor'? That's what you call it, right? ”

Seeing Miss Pori walk into the crowd of trialists, Chu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned his head, the white-bearded old man was already impatient:

"If you think this kind of ignoring is funny, then only this once. Next time, I will see it as a provocation. The white-bearded old man said majestically, and then he took a step forward, and the surging momentum of the lava sanctuary surged.

"Sailor of the 'Waves', I ask you, do you remember what happened to the Fallen Trial?"

"I don't remember." Chu Ming shook his head.

"Recall it for me right away." In a commanding tone, the white-bearded old man did not believe this answer.

"I don't remember." Chu Ming continued to shake his head, what he said was actually the truth.

"I want you to recall right away, instead of a perfunctory answer, do you know the truth? This approach is also a provocation. "The white-bearded old man is in a hurry, so he has to use the easiest way to get an answer.

Simple is easy to be rough, the momentum of the lava sanctuary is even more violent, these momentum is only aimed at Chu Ming alone, if it spreads, it will definitely cause a riot.

"I really don't remember." Chu Ming continued to shake his head, then took out a cigarette and lit it.

Momentum - nothing.

Chu Ming has been beaten, slashed, and injured by stray bullets on the battlefield, but he has never been knocked down by someone in his momentum. Not before, and not in the future. His already firm heart was strengthened again in the Chapter of the Fallen, and even Ju didn't know what the results of such strengthening would be. Therefore, the most unlikely way for Chu Ming to die is to be scared to death, something like momentum - what is it?

"This is the third time you have challenged the majesty of a Templar, and my endurance is limited. Do you think I won't dare to kill you? ”

The white-bearded old man stared at Chu Ming deadly, and then suddenly smiled

"Sure enough, there are people who have gone through the baptism of trials, but everyone has weaknesses. I guess your weakness should be Miss Pori, hehe, did I guess right? Don't deny it, even if you deny it, I'll go and confirm it. ”

The white-bearded old man accurately captured Miss Pori's position, and he smiled playfully. Her fingers followed Miss Pori's trajectory as her eyes fixed on Chu Ming's expression.

"You guessed it." Chu Ming nodded happily, and then said happily to the iron sheet next to him:

"Knives."

"Knives?" The white-bearded old man frowned, and at the moment when he was puzzled, the blade was like practice.

No one expected that Chu Ming would make a move, including paying attention to this place all the time, but he was pestered by Ziduo Angli Mr. Kekrow. When he saw Chu Ming take out the knife, he froze for a moment, and then smiled. He smiled and said:

"Regression, regression. It's really regressed. I've been with a woman for so long. I forgot to teach them the minimum etiquette with a whip. ”

Mr. Kercro is an old gentleman who has a consistent discriminatory attitude against women. After he said this, he summoned the mecha without hesitation, and then drew his sword......

Two places fought at the same time. This surprised everyone. No one knows the exact reason for this. They all stared blankly at the two warbands.

The most gorgeous warband is on Mr. Quecro's side. Ziduo Angli also summoned the mecha, and although it was in a hurry, it was not suppressed.

Ziduo Angli is a very unusual church. She is good at using poison, and the demon lady who died in the land of trials is her protégé. The demon lady's "thread needle" technique was also taught by her.

Her poison is much more clever than that of the demon lady, and even Mr. Kercro taboos her elusive "thread needle", and does not fit closely, but only blocks her from a safe distance with a wide opening and closing move.

The most shocking battle group was on Chu Ming's side. Chu Ming's shot is the strongest "silent killing three styles", and it is an all-out explosion.

Split-Chu Ming took a step forward, the white-bearded old man took a step back, and Chu Ming's moves were old.

Spin-Chu Ming turned forward, the blade guided the movement of the body, and the white-bearded old man turned sideways, his fingers flicked slightly, swinging the blade.

Chop - practice brilliance, killing intent is blazing. The white-bearded old man stepped back and forward, and a wisp of white beard floated to the ground.

The white-bearded old man's face was ugly and dripping water, and he suffered a loss in three haste moves.

In the eyes of the trialists, he suffered a small loss, losing a few beards, and this was because he did not summon the mech;

In the eyes of the other lava sanctuaries, he suffered a big loss, also because he didn't summon mechs. Chu Ming made three moves, each of which was aimed directly at his neck, making it impossible for him to summon the mecha.

This is a hard slap in the face, a heavy and a hard beating. This slap on his old face seemed to be able to hear the sound of snapping.

A lava sanctuary is slapped in the face by an azure that has just reached quasi-templar level. Although it is only three moves, although he can get back face with a backhand. However, this is a whole grade gap! It is a gap that cannot be crossed.

This fact proves one thing, either this quasi-templar is too strong, or the lava templar is too weak. Based on a general rule, the latter is more likely.

"Haha

"You can't kill it." After three moves, Chu Ming also withdrew his hand.

"Wait, let me do it first this time." Mr. Kekro said loudly towards Chu Ming.

"Are gentlemen so violent?" Chu Ming asked with a smile.

Violent people are like that, they are used to skipping, skipping, and skipping again for those complicated processes. Just ask: What is the result? What's the worst outcome? If it's bad, make it worse.

Violence has reached a tacit understanding, and this tacit understanding is really yellow and violent.

Mr. Kercro retracted his knife and stepped back, an action that made Zdoanli very nervous. Mr. Crowe is not a runaway, and his retreat may be brewing murder.

Chu Ming also put away his knife and retreated, he was not a gentleman, his posture of turning his head and running was very ungraceful, he ran towards the gate.

Two people, two directions, what exactly are they going to do?

"What are they going to do?"

Everyone was confused. The white-bearded old man stood in place in the same confusion, and then he suddenly screamed like a fried cat, and threw himself at the nearby porthole.

Many people threw themselves on the portholes, and through the glass, people saw two people. The one wearing the exoskeleton mecha should be Chu Ming, who was running wildly towards the center of the ring base station.

Needless to say, in the gorgeous translucent mecha, Mr. Crowe smiled gentlemanly, and the target he flew was a spatial folding coordinate point.

"Maniac !!"

"Bastard !!"

"Two damn bastards!!"

"A Pair of Crazed Maniacs!!"

Invectives rang out, and the crowd dispersed, scurrying around like frightened flies.

"Someone called you a bastard." In a private channel, Mr. Quecro said.

"A gentleman shouldn't lie, a madman is talking about me." Chu Ming retorted.

"A gentleman is not a knight." "If I were a knight," said Mister Quecro, "I would fight to the death with Zdoanli, and then another temple would come up and kill me." Kill you guys by the way. ”

"Contrary to my suspicions, you will definitely be killed, but I will definitely die before you, the old man with the white beard is annoyed, he will definitely dismantle me." Chu Ming said.

"You're even worse."

"yes, that's terrible."

"So we're dead?"

"Yes, it's dead."

"We're all dead."

"I'm going to die."

"Agreed!" Mr. Kercro's voice echoed in the video, and the resolution was passed by an overwhelming vote.

The fortress was always breached inside, and the two saboteurs who thought they were dead began the work of dismantling it, and they resolutely made the bad things worse, and they couldn't break them anymore.

The warships are scrambling to flee, they collide and pull, and one disaster after another is unfolding. Looking at this chaotic and miserable scene, the leaders of the temple were dumbfounded.

The Sanctuary of the Dark World is ruthless, this legend has been passed down for many years, and some people don't think it is true after a long time. But when they confirmed the legend, they realized that they were not prepared, and they had no way to deal with the situation.

Originally, this was just a crisis, a strategy of the temple to oppress the Dark World, and this strategy would have many branches, strategizing and adapting, and finally achieving the goal or partially achieving the goal.

However, the two madmen directly pulled the situation into the rhythm of the same end, and those well-planned conspiracies suddenly became useless. Now, the conspirators are blind. In response to that sentence, the lupine towel disappeared together while talking and laughing.

Ten minutes later, the spatial folding coordinate point was exploded, although it was only the part of the guidance positioning, but when there was no proper accessory to replace it, the spatial folding point was scrapped.

There are not no suitable accessories, just in the ring base, but the explosion and destructive power of the main reactor of the base is too strong, destroying most of the important facilities of this ring base, including the material warehouse. Blasting acid fusion reactors, Chu Ming is familiar with the road, if he takes this as a profession, maybe he can also become a demolition master.

"You go back to the battleship first, and I'll keep an eye on it for a while."

Mr. Quecro is still wandering through space, guarding against a surprise attack on the Temple. If those men tried to attack their ships, he would do the same. Anyway, now everyone can only make unreliable jumps, and as long as Mr. Quecro is not surrounded, the people of the temple will have to throw a rat trap. If something goes wrong with the battleship, it's a lot of fun.

Chu Ming didn't insist, he couldn't help Mr. Kekro if he stayed, so he flew towards the battleship of the Dark World Realm.

Stepping onto the dock of the battleship, pure oxygen was injected in, and after a while, the closed door inward opened. There were surprisingly many people gathered behind the door, they were all trialists, and countless pairs of eyes looked at Chu Ming.

"It's a big battle." Chu Ming smiled, clenched the knife in his hand, and he strode forward, the crowd parting a slit. (To be continued......)