The violent explosion once again enveloped the city of London, and the fierce flames were entrapped by the impact ring, extending into a vast canopy of flames hundreds of meters in the air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe explosion was so violent that the heat signature emitted formed a large and thrilling bright spot in the satellite surveillance of the British military.

The officers in the British command were in a cold sweat in an instant, and the brightness of the bright spots was so exaggerated, as if more than a dozen cloudburst bombs had exploded together. If this bombing does hit the city of London, I am afraid that two blocks will be completely destroyed, and Buckingham Palace, which is not too far from the atomic bombing site, will also be seriously affected.

"Quickly, speed up the Queen's evacuation, we must immediately retreat to an absolutely safe position!" The British commander had bruises on his face, stared at the satellite pictures and gritted his teeth: "It must be that group of people who smashed it, this kind of thing can only be done by the so-called Chosen One! Damn, all those dangerous guys should be wiped out!"

The British commander was ruthless on this side, and on the other side, in the light of the bright flame sky, galloped all the way forward. The Mercedes-Benz didn't run fast, but the steel chariot behind didn't catch up, and even slowed down slightly for a moment, and even the fierce and ruthless pursuit aura that was bound to win was instantly subdued a lot.

The bald head with a patterned face looked at the tattered Mercedes in front of him, then looked up at the sea of flames above, then looked down at the car, and then looked up at the sky, looking back and forth and looking up many times, and his brain seemed to be unable to turn around and get stuck.

"This ...... What the hell is going on?" the bald guy retreated into the carriage with an inexplicable face, and asked with a question mark on the big man like a muscular mountain: "I can sense that what just exploded should be the bomb I made before, including the big guy on my head, and those small fireworks just now, all of which are artworks I made myself before." But why did my bomb suddenly explode in the air, and where did that death-seeking bastard go?"

Muscle Mountain grinned, and his voice was cruel: "That bastard looking for death, it's dead." ”

"Dead?!"

"Look at this. "A display lights up, and inside it is the scene that has just exploded. Through the ultra-high-definition camera zooming in and reducing the light intensity several times, the bald guy saw a familiar figure being torn to pieces by the shock wave and burned into dust by the flames in the furious fireball. Although it was a silent video, the bald guy's ears seemed to sound with the miserable howl of a gloomy middle-aged.

"Explosion, that is, art ......" subconsciously said a mantra, the bald guy smiled fiercely, and at the same time scared. He was sweating, frightened and frightened: "Wait, doesn't that mean there is a master in the car in front of you? This master is enough to send that bastard hundreds of meters away with my artwork in an instant?fuck! Why didn't you tell us in advance that we were dealing with such a strong man!"

"A master is certain, and if he can escape from the hands of [God], he can't be an ordinary person. But don't be scared, someone in the car once said something arrogantly, and I remember it very clearly: what looks strong may not be really strong. Now, I'm smashing it back to her as it is. Muscle Mountain's expression was extremely mocking, with a crazy pleasure of revenge: "A lot of times, what seems like an incredible attack is actually caused by some small tricks that are not on the table, or extremely rare items. ”

The bald man's question mark still didn't go away: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I've always wanted to know how that person managed to escape from [God's] hands, and I've always wanted to know what kind of cards she has. After all, as the second in the world, [God] is really not an ordinary character. The reason why I have been struggling for so long is because I know very well that prudence is the only way to live well. Now, I get it. Inexplicably disable the explosion, inexplicably moving the Earl to a high altitude, inexplicably returning the attack, and blowing the Earl to death with the box that had disappeared, there is only one such ability - the space prop of the Nature Master. ”

"I see!" the bald man suddenly realized: "That thing is quite rare, it is almost priceless in the black market, and it is impossible to buy it." I said, this girl can't have anything to do with the Nature Master, right?"

"It doesn't matter if it's a question for us to consider. Even if they really have anything to do with each other, even if the Nature Sect Master is unhappy, they still have their own [God] to stand up. Even if the Nature Sect Master is in the top eight on the Heavenly List, he can face the [God], the second in the world, does he have the courage to make a move? Can he bear the consequences of the conflict?" Muscle Mountain slowly stood up, and the ferocity in his eyes exploded: "After following and testing for so long, now, it's time for us to completely surround and kill our prey!"

Boom, the engine of the steel chariot erupted with heat, and it accelerated to catch up. In the Mercedes Benz in front, Orlando, who had been twisting his head to look back, couldn't help but pat his seat nervously and said: "It seems that they didn't give up, they caught up - look, those weirdos have appeared again!"

Jonathan couldn't help but look back, only to see that the roof of the steel chariot behind him was suddenly opened, and the strong men he had seen rushed out of the chariot. After a short period of repair, the scars on their bodies have been half-healed. These monstrous creatures were stronger than the blood slaves who had been activated by the arcane method before, and they were snorting and panting, and one by one they were on all fours like wild beasts and ran wildly through the streets.

With red glittering eyes, fangs in his mouth, roars in his throat, and black hair on his body, Orlando is basically certain that these guys are the legendary werewolves. The werewolves chased after them with great speed, and instead of attacking immediately, they cruising around the car like real wolves. From time to time, a false shot was flicked to test the reality of the three people in the car.

Baptized by the big scene in front of him, Orlando is now much calmer, at least no longer screaming at the top of his throat. But he still couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, the so-called tentative impact of those werewolves' so-called false shots was still a little too much pressure for this ordinary old man.

Orlando subconsciously turned around and saw Jonathan with a calm expression, and was still thinking about chatting: "I said, are you the legendary Chosen One?"

Jonathan's answer surprised the old man: "No." ”

"Are you an ordinary earthling?

"I'm an earthling, but not an ordinary earthling," Jonathan said he didn't move, but he seemed ready to make a move. He didn't look at Orlando, he only looked at the werewolves who were far or near, like the grandmaster of survival at sea looking at the shark's dorsal fin on the water. What others fear seems to him to turn into a snack with a single hand: "I am the strongest." ”

The strong overflowing confidence, the pride that did not arouse it, made Orlando look dazed in an instant. It was as if he saw the shadow of another person in Jonathan, the man who could make people give their knees at every moment.

Yang Qi's voice interrupted Orlando's memories: "Comrade Jie Shibang seems to be full of confidence, okay, how do you think you can solve the guy blocking the road in front?"

"Ahead?"

Jonathan suddenly looked back ahead, he didn't notice that there was someone in front of him before Yang Qi could speak—that said a lot.

The flames quickly faded and extinguished, and in the last glow, Jonathan saw a thin figure standing in the middle of the street right in front of the Mercedes, at the head of the London bridge. The man's face was covered, revealing only a pair of cold and evil eyes. The eyes are surrounded by large black shadows, exuding a strange aura.

When this person stands on the street, the sense of oppression generated is stronger than that of the more than ten werewolves tied together and then multiplied several times.

Facing the rushing car, this skinny man, like a cowboy in the western era, gently pulled out an extremely oddly shaped hand-gun from his crotch. The caliber of this pistol is extremely large, and the barrel is thick enough to fit three fingers. The overall style of the guns is very retro, like flintlock muskets taken out of a museum. But when he was pointed at such a strange hand-gun, Jonathan couldn't help but stand upside down with his hair, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

"I think I've seen this shot. Yang Qi tilted his head and nodded his chin and thought about it, and then snapped his fingers and remembered: "Oh, there you have it, I saw it when I was browsing the World Observation Bureau Sky Rankings, a cartoon icon, and this gun was drawn." That guy's name is 'Magic Gun Morpheus', and he is a firearms master on a par with Gaia the Black Gun. What is the current ranking of the heavenly list......" Yang Qi took out his mobile phone and took a photo, and broadcast the latest news: "Top three hundred." ”

"The first three hundred!"

The top three hundred on the heavenly list, what kind of concept is that!

Before Jonathan could complete his initial assessment of the strength of the magic spear Morpheus, Morpheus had already opened fire.

He pulled the trigger gently, neither fast nor slow, and even had a feeling of slowness and laziness in the eyes of a master like Jonathan. With such a shooting speed, not to mention a chosen one, even a veteran who has experienced war experience can turn the steering wheel in time and complete the prediction and dodge. But the moment the trigger was pulled to the end, a strong sense of crisis instantly stimulated Jonathan's head to jump suddenly, and the cold hairs on his body couldn't help but explode.

It wasn't just Jonathan's cold hair that blew up, there were many other things.

Looking at the past from Jonathan's point of view, starting from the muzzle of the magic spear Morpheus, the world suddenly becomes vibrating and distorted. The air distorted, and the scenery became blurry and grotesque. The pavement was twisted, and the flat asphalt suddenly turned into a twisted twist. The cars in front of the Mercedes were also distorted, and the high-end consumer goods abandoned on the road by their owners were suddenly reduced to the most scattered parts, and even the strongest frame parts could not be kept intact.

This twist was like a cannonball, and in a short moment, it suddenly hit the Mercedes Benz. (To be continued.) )