The blazing bullet penetrated the distance between space and time, and as soon as Zhu Peng took out the full recovery potion in his right hand, he slammed it up along the midline of the human body and moved it to the front of his head and face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The metal bullet broke through the potion, pierced Zhu Peng's palm, and even smashed the titanium alloy metal frame No. 1 machine, which was stronger than ordinary bulletproof steel helmets, and was directly embedded in the center of Zhu Peng's eyebrows, and the flying purple elixir was sprinkled on the man with blood on his face, and these potions with magical power penetrated into Zhu Peng's body as if they were melting at high speed...... However, my consciousness became more and more confused.

Looking at the huge full moon in the night sky with a blurred gaze, the blood gradually flowed into his eyes, and the originally pure and beautiful moon was gradually dyed with a layer of blood-red gauze.

...... deepest part of the sea of consciousness, as the host suffers heavy damage, whether it is the pale blue fate trajectory or the pure golden victory oath, they are all dimming, and even the aura begins to appear as if it is about to collapse; ......

Consciousness is sometimes clear, sometimes trance, because the host is not dead and the aura collapses, and the trajectory of fate instinctively releases all the reserve power, in the haze, Zhu Peng suddenly saw a lot of pictures, and there were many voices in his ears, they were clear, blurry, like a constant whisper.

Zhu Peng's consciousness regained consciousness, and he was so tired that he rolled his eyes to look around, his mouth and nose filled with the smell of blood. The sword-wielding demon with wounds all over the body is protected by the mutated green clay memory mimicry standing beside him, it licks the master's face from time to time, but there is always crimson blood gushing out, the complete mimicry ability of the mutated green clay is used on the spot, and the memory mimicry ability needs to be filled in advance.

Memory, it needs to be filled repeatedly, memory is used once and then used once, and the memory needs to be refilled before being used again, so some time ago, the memory in the demon arena mimicked the blue fat fat, because there is no entity for memory again, it can't be mimicked again, and it memorized Zhao Chenglong's abyss demon pet once, but after using the save this time, it can't be mimicked anymore, because Zhao Chenglong doesn't have a template in his hand for the mutated green clay to remember again, and the two-winged war demon was stunned into ashes by the golden bull.

As the magic power was exhausted, despite its unwillingness, the mutated green clay mimic winged war demon still disappeared after a roar, turning into a flash of aura and returning to the card, but before that, it had already buried Zhu Peng in the pile of corpses very smartly, leaving only a small space for the owner to breathe.

This was the first brief lucidity, and Zhu Peng's consciousness soon fell into a deep dream again, and then he was awake several times intermittently, but he was not as conscious as this time.

In the dream, Zhu Peng suddenly became a spirit state after death, he sometimes appeared next to Zhao Chenglong, sometimes appeared next to Zhu Yin, sometimes appeared next to Dina Dahl, and even sometimes appeared next to people he didn't know at all, at this moment Zhu Peng didn't have much thinking ability, he was wrapped in a constantly dimming blue light film, these should be the unguided diffusion of the power of fate, it spread Zhu Peng's consciousness to those who had a fate connection with him, because Zhu Peng's own most important fate node: himself, the flame of his fate is slowly extinguishing。

The spirit body is fleeting, constantly shuttling and jumping along the node of fate:

"Hasn't the assassin been found?"

In the gorgeous big house, the eagle-nosed middle-aged man with a pure black hair color similar to a person from the Middle East of the earth frowned and asked his subordinates, he was wearing a seemingly simple but incomparably gorgeous golden silk black robe, and the whole person had a bearing and majesty that could easily determine life and death.

"I injured him some time ago, and now I should have gone into hiding, and although I haven't found him for the time being, it will no longer affect our plans. One of the wizards in the house stepped forward, and after giving the salute, he reported to the archwizard Andra.

"We are going to take tens of millions of people for living sacrifices, that is, in this kind of broken half-plane that is infinitely close to the abyss, if it is in a normal plane, there is the interference of the will of the healthy plane, I don't know how many people will jump out to obstruct the implementation of the plan, that assassin is completely expected, and he is not strong enough, he can only move some hands and feet in the corners and corners, just like ants want to push mountains...... Hehe, how could it be done. One of the wizards said this, which made all the wizards in the audience snicker a little, except for Andra.

"At least his actions have made the entire Jinling Military Region extremely wary of us, and even many aspects of the plan have become difficult to implement and need to be adjusted again, which is a remarkable achievement for an unadvanced Assassin apprentice...... Find him, kill him, I think all of you here will not be able to become legendary or even transcendent in a short period of time, even if you benefit from this operation. If you don't want to be dragged by the neck and thrown out of the window one day, you'd better be careful in what you do. Having said that, Andra himself didn't really care much, and after saying these words to his subordinates, he quickly moved on to the next topic.

And the invisible ghost wrapped in the pale blue light in mid-air, he turned and turned in the big room, staring at every face of everyone in the room, and finally floated in front of the great witch, staring at the thin cheeks with black curly hair, instinctively remembering the man's appearance to the deepest part of his soul......

The large canteen of the Jinling Military Region is neat and clean.

Groups of soldiers with dirty and torn uniforms and cheeks covered with gunpowder smoke and blood sat in the cafeteria and stuffed dumplings into their mouths, thin-skinned, large-filled, oily dumplings, and they gulped down, and some of them lay on the table in the process, falling asleep forever.

In fact, the Jinling Military Region has long been short of food, and in fact, everyone knows that no city can reserve food reserves that can supply hundreds of millions of people for nearly five years, and in fact, all the PLA people here know that many officers eat dumplings once and spit them out once, and then swallow them with their stomachs. People can't live if they don't eat, soldiers don't eat meat, and no matter how strong their will is, they can't sustain the endless war...... Tell a big lie and let the world dance for you, the Jinling Military Region told a lie that everyone knew the truth, but no one exposed it.

It's like the oath I made in my heart when I joined the army:

Are you willing to go to hell and turn into a demon to protect those behind you?

When the end came, these soldiers gave their own answer, although they were in hell, they had already realized Bodhi.

Two days later, the two defensive points defended by the Wailing Bell Tower suddenly fell without warning, no, it is not appropriate to call it "fall", the wizards who were originally stationed there, they cast spells to stimulate and guide the abyss demons like a tide into Jinling, which countless Earth remnants have paid a great price to protect.

The Jinling Military Region had also taken some precautions before, but they still underestimated the ruthlessness of the wizards after all, because the information rights of the two sides were asymmetrical, and the thinking patterns were also different.

Although the Jinling Military Region received a warning from Zhu Peng in advance, they still couldn't understand what a fifth-order transcendent wizard meant to a wizarding organization, they still thought it was a battle of interests, but they didn't expect the Wailing Bell Tower to plan this major event with a fighting attitude.

What about the hundreds of millions of people on the earth? What about the Chinese warriors with unlimited potential?

As long as we give birth to another transcendent wizard, the Wailing Bell Tower can have a dimensional world, compared to the benefits of owning a world, the deterrent power of the Jinling Military Region and the remnants of the earth is too small.

Calculated or unintentional, the demons of the abyss finally poured into the city along the steel walls torn by the powerful spells of the wizards, facing the unarmed remnants of the earth who had been starving and cold for so long that they could not even run. Almost at the same time, a huge reverse six-pointed star array lit up in Jinling City, and the super-large black witchcraft living sacrifice ceremony was activated.

Zhu Peng opened his eyes among the piles of corpses, and he could see through the limited gap that the sky was covered by the darkness of the polar night, and the illusory image of the emaciated and shriveled bronze giant appeared in the starry sky, gradually full and clear with the blood-colored light particles that continued to rise in Jinling City.

The so-called gods have regarded all living beings as lambs that can be devoured as food when necessary.

"Shouldn't it be a dragon corpse......?

Muttering whispers, at this moment Zhu Peng was still unable to move, the comprehensive recovery potion given by the mentor was effective, and the cold breath volatilized inside and out of his body, forcibly dragging him back from the death line, but Zhu Peng could only watch the dark magic circle envelop the entire Jinling, his consciousness was sometimes clear, sometimes blurred. The shot fired by the Japanese woman next to Xiao Pojun was indeed deadly.

The polar night in the state of super-large black magic, the core ward of the Jinling Military Region.

Wearing a blue and white hospital gown, General Lan, who had been vomiting blood one after another in the past few days, pressed his hands on the windowsill, he tried his best to support his body and stared at the bronze giant in the night sky that was gradually becoming stronger and clearer, his heart was as painful as being bitten by a poisonous snake, and his teeth were about to be crushed with hatred, but he had to take advantage of his sober mind to constantly issue the most rational but cruel orders:

"Start the national retreat plan and abandon Jinling. ”

It was just the beginning, and the faces of the recorder and Adjutant Cui in the room changed in shock.

"General, we simply don't have enough manpower to organize, we don't have enough supplies, and we don't have enough soldiers to protect the relocated people. There was a lack of food and drink on the way from here to Abyss City, coupled with the forced passage through the First Realm, I don't know how many people would die. ”

"Even if you die halfway, it's better than waiting to die here...... You know, how much we paid to build a defensive steel city to resist the demon tide back then, and now Jinling no longer has the vitality to pay such a price again. Issued an order, the whole people retreat, abandon Jinling, cough cough ......" coughed violently one after another, and even kept spitting blood, the old man's face gradually turned as white as paper, but then issued one order after another that could be done at present, and could preserve the vitality of the remnants of the earth to the greatest extent.

"Order Zhao Chenglong, as the commander-in-chief who took over from me, to stay in Jinling to block the demon tide, and buy time for the evacuation of the military and civilians in the rear. ”

"Order you to lead the second-line logistics personnel and lead the people of Jinling to retreat to the Abyss City...... Old Cui, my mistake can only be made up for by you now. ”

"General, that's not your fault, commanding the entire military region to defend Jinling for five years, our strength has long been exhausted, and the current situation is not your fault. ”

"My surname is Lan's life, and I dare to do it...... I knew that those wizards couldn't be trusted, but I just wanted to let the children on the front line take a breath. Help me bring the people of Jinling to the Abyss City, how much can I live, please. With a low roar, the voice of the supreme conductor of Jinling became more and more muddy and blurred, and he gradually exhaled his last breath, leaning against the wall behind him tiredly, still regretting the mistakes he had made in the last moments of his life. In fact, there is no need, he has done everything that a soldier and a general should do.

Time passes, from Zhu Peng's point of view, the sky is bright and dark, this is really a day to open and close, a day has passed, as soon as you close your eyes and don't open your eyes, this life has passed.

On the battlefield on the front line, the multi-barreled cannons stretched out in the steel giant city spewed out a rushing flame, it no longer cares about the saving of ammunition, it doesn't matter about the maintenance of equipment, the fierce artillery fire continues to turn the world around Jinling into a burning purgatory, in such a blazing extreme environment, there should be no life to survive in that environment...... Demons can.

Like a black and gray wave, running, jumping, and even flying, cannon fire can shatter rocks and burn giant trees, but can it stop the wave of destruction?

In the face of the endless abyss, the high-tech that the human beings on the earth are proud of, the so-called truth is within the range of artillery fire, and the so-called zero-casualty combat method...... Pointless.

As the dark side of the multiverse, the abyssal power breeds a sea of monsters that may be more than the number of bullets made by humans, before Jinling was able to support it, a large part of it is due to the surging demon tide but has not really exerted its strength, after all, the abyss is huge and slow, for it may be a mouthful of effort, ordinary people will pass in this life, but Jinling City launched a large range of black witchcraft sacrifices, regardless of success or failure, it has attracted a greater degree of attention from the abyssal pan-consciousness, and the intensity of the demon tide rushing into the city in a short period of time has suddenly increased tenfold. Fortunately, this is the First Dark Realm, otherwise I'm afraid that even the Black Dragon Legion and even the Demon Lord would have rushed out at this moment.

"Top, top. There are still people who have not withdrawn from Jinling, and there may be your son, wife, mother, and all of them are with Lao Tzu. Don't retreat, die to the end!" "The muscles of his whole body swelled like heavy armor, and the strong man with a big axe led the special combat team on the melee side with cold weapons on top of the beast tide, and the cracks torn by those wizards before have not been repaired or cannot be repaired, and once the demon tide rushes into the city without restrictions, the people who are retreating towards the abyss city really have no way to live.

The day of the city breaking is approaching, the front-line soldiers have a large number of people dying every day, and a wave of more victorious waves of demons is coming, they are facing the fierce artillery fire that burns the earth, the overwhelming crazy collision, and the soldiers on the front line are dying one after another, and finally, Zhao Chenglong, a madman, simply put the command headquarters at the front line, and the special combat members of the Psychic Warlock Regiment tied explosives to themselves one by one.

"Brothers, it is the glory of soldiers to repay the country with death, foreign enemies are in front, the people are behind, as the Chinese People's Liberation Army, we will only die, we will not retreat."

The ancient art of war, with the strictest and cruelest discipline, paralyzed soldiers, making them fear military discipline more than the instinct to survive, but this kind of acquired training has its limits after all.

And we, the Chinese People's Liberation Army, dare not say that there are no deserters, but I, Zhao Chenglong, dare to pat my chest and say that whether I die on the battlefield or stand here with me now, it is all good. We lost, but when we went underground and saw our own mother, we dared to pat our chests and say that we were not a bad seed.

Brothers, I, Zhao Chenglong, have the honor to stand side by side with your comrades in this life, and we will be soldiers and comrades-in-arms in the next life. Brothers, on top, kill one more and earn one. Even Zhao Chenglong, who was known for his ruthlessness and intelligence, picked up a machine gun and rushed into the line of fire, and the battle had entered the most tragic moment.

There was a faint aura around Zhu Peng's body, this was the last wisp of the power of fate, he stood in the sky of Jinling, watching his friend die.

(My family and country, compared to this, how humble and ridiculous is the knot in my heart that I couldn't let go of before...... How fragile and insignificant are personal grievances and hatreds compared to the fist spirit of my family and country? No wonder Master must have asked me to enter the dark energy with the pure yang heart method, otherwise I would rather be at the peak of my bright strength for the rest of my life than an inch. The illusory body gradually disappeared, and the power of the destiny trajectory was finally completely exhausted.

...... The devil enters the dark energy, and enters the road with ruthless hatred. Although it may not be the love of the family and the country, but in the word warmth, there is no doubt that it is more powerful than the Demon Dao......

"Xiaoyin, you put me down and run by yourself, mom is old, death is death, you can live. "On the side of the floating corpse river in Jinling City, there was chaos and killing, and a terrible demon with a height of two meters, half human and half spider, wantonly slaughtered the remnants of the earth who had fled. Zhu Yin was originally one of the soldiers who organized the retreat of this remnant group, but when the poisonous spider queen Andariel arrived, the girl's brain buzzed for a moment, and she instantly remembered what the man had said when he was cultivating the steel armor dwarf...... Andariel, the queen of poisonous spiders, is the guardian boss of the first realm of darkness, and now the entire Jinling City is only counted as the remnants of the earth, and there are no more than five people who can compete with it head-on.

Unlike ordinary professionals, who attack and defend weakly, abyss monsters, especially bosses, are generally rough and thick-skinned, and ordinary weapons have limited killing moves for it, while its venom is too powerful for ordinary people.