At that moment, a violent wind howled by.

The hand hanging high in the sky slowly raised, aiming at the brightly lit Xinhai City in the distance, and the five fingers slowly clenched.

It's as if you've grabbed something invisible.

Pull hard!

A shrill hiss erupted from the void, as if countless glasses were being slashed on top of each other, and a maddening loud noise spread.

Heaven and earth shake.

It was as if the wedge that held the firmament and the earth in place.

At that moment, a white shadow fell under a street lamp on the outskirts of Xinhai.

"Finally, it's time to catch up!"

The white dove slowly folded its wings and landed on the girl's slender arms.

As if she had run a marathon, she was already drenched in sweat, and her tight sports T-shirt and night running pants were already soaking wet and sticking to her beautiful body.

Unfortunately, no one had the pleasure of watching.

She gasped, looked at the palm suspended in the air dozens of kilometers away, and shook her head helplessly.

Under the light of the street lamp, her shadow seemed to come to life, and she slowly raised her hands, as if she had pulled out some invisible weapon, two.

Slash forward.

And so, silence came.

For a moment, the distant roar, the chirping of flying insects, the spilled dust, the flowing wind, the rushing river, the rising fire, and the solid earth all came to a standstill.

It's as if frozen by an invisible force.

In the next moment, a trace that was so small that it was difficult to distinguish stretched out from her feet, stretching straight forward, spanning twenty-three kilometers and four hundred and eleven meters.

Accurate to the millimeter of destruction came.

Crisply, the palm of the hand parted from the middle and fell out to both sides, and then it was broken by 'blocking the waist' and turned into four pieces.

The four pieces did not fall apart, and then they crumbled into eight.

1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256...... The brutal and delicate geometric growth extends to the end of human observation.

Eventually, the shattered essentia exploded.

It turned into a fire that burned everything.

Everything came to an end in front of a sword that had not even been able to describe the movement.

It's over.

"Let's hope there won't be too many victims. ”

She sighed gloomily, and heard the phone in her trouser pocket again.

"Hey, I'll be there right now! I got lost just now, I'm really lost...... There's definitely something wrong with your airdrop! I'll be right away, five minutes, five minutes...... Oops, I'm on my way......"

The dove and the maiden are gone.

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"Heaven and Earth are powerful, and the supernatural powers are free......"

The moment the Wind Calamity Beast's palm shattered, Red Glove's face turned iron-blue, and a voice came out from between his teeth:

"-[White Emperor]!"

Syllable!

A broken voice suddenly appeared on his face.

The splintering marks spread, and in an instant, half of his body turned into a blur of flesh and blood, and the invisible sword still tore at his shell endlessly, until the pendant around his neck let out a wail—the blank face of the little puppet shattered into dust.

The blank puppet took his place and took the aftermath of the White Emperor's sword.

But even the last trace of 'radiation' leaked out made him miserable.

Even the soul embodiment in his hand, the Laughing Fish Tank, had a tragic crevice, and one of the two fry in it had turned its belly.

The other was also wobbling half-dead, seeing that it didn't have long to live.

"Damn, those monsters ......"

Red Glove bent down suddenly, vomited a mouthful of blood, heard heavy footsteps in the distance—the army had already begun to move—and a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes, and he pulled the detonator from his bosom and slammed it down.

The final countdown is lit on the plastic explosives that are placed around the church, so that the last traces will be completely removed after fifteen seconds.

It doesn't matter if it fails, as long as the Cauldron of Reincarnation is still there......

He turned and reached out to the pulpit, but the palm of his hand and his grim smile froze in one place—the pulpit was empty!

Gone!

The Cauldron of Reincarnation is gone!

I don't know when the box disappeared without a trace!

He opened the pulpit in a rage, but found nothing, roared hoarsely twice, and in the sound of approaching footsteps, he frantically dismantled the whole pulpit, and still found nothing.

When the door of the church was slammed open and the repression troops burst in, only a man with red eyes like a mad dog stood on the platform.

He spat at the mouth and gestured a middle finger at the group of soldiers with disdain: "Eat, you walking corpses of the Astronomical Society!"

He threw out a poker card.

The poker suddenly folded in half in the air, tugging at his body, and then he folded in half again with the poker, and then folded in half. In an instant, it turned into an insignificant dot, sucked in by a deep cavern, and disappeared.

In the next instant, the flames of destruction engulfed everything.

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The feeling of excessive blood loss turned out to be not painful.

I can't even feel the pain.

It's just sleepy, and I don't have any strength all over my body, and I'm lazy, as if nothing matters anymore...... I want to sleep, I want to rest, I want to let this fucking life end.

Close your eyes and go to the feast of this long ordeal with peace of mind - a long sleep without interruption.

Death is coming.

After seeing so many deaths and so many different deaths, Huai Shi found that she finally ushered in her own ending.

It's not scary, it's not painful, it's not even reluctant.

Just sleepy and confused.

In a trance, he felt someone pushing his body, struggling to hold the stick against it, pushing forward, little by little, like a snail pushing a stone.

He was turned over, lying on a broken carpet, being pulled and dragged somewhere.

Smelled burning, heard the sound of shattering, and hoarse moans, as if the whole world was being destroyed.

There were drops of water on Huaishi's face.

It smells of blood.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Liu Dongli, who didn't know life and death next to him, and the old man in front of him, who was staggering and crawling on the carpet.

The lame figure slammed forward, pushed open a door, and turned around.

It was as if his face had been shattered, half of it had not changed, it was as white as a dead body, and the other half was convulsing violently, taking half of his body with him.

It was as if half of him was dead, and the rest of him was struggling with no cure.

Seeing Huai Shi's trance-like eyes, he dodged his gaze and just rolled up the carpet with difficulty, wrapped him and Liu Dongli together, and rolled forward with difficulty.

"I'm sorry...... I have to save her...... Huaishi, only I can save her...... Sorry ......"

He muttered hoarsely, as if apologizing, but didn't expect a response, just said to himself, "I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

The voice of the phone rang, and the big lama of the copycat machine was singing some love song happily, shouting about her husband and husband, but no one answered.

"I'm sorry ......"

There was blood falling on Huaishi's face, with the temperature of tears.

He was pushed into the darkness behind the door, rolled down the long staircase, and fell into the cellar full of miscellaneous items and pickle jars.

In the midst of the violent tumbling and falling, Huai Shi saw Lao Yang's face for the last time.

He leaned against the door frame and looked at the teenager, the corners of his twitching mouth pulled at an awkward angle, as if he was laughing, and waved at him with the phone still vibrating in his hand.

It's like saying goodbye.

Huai Shi opened her mouth and wanted to call him, but she couldn't make a sound.

The door was shut.

In the darkness, the roar of explosions was heard in the distance, and the terrifying flames and heat swept through the church, reducing the last remnants of the church to ashes.

Huai Shi closed her eyes.

Death embraced him.

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"Someone, ask me, for everyone...... With a ...... phrase"

The stiff and stiff man was trapped in his chair, constantly twitching nervously, and the goldfish in his eyes swam lifelessly.

He said...... He said...... He said......"

His expression suddenly went wild, and he smiled hideously.

"——Green Day, will eventually reflect the world. ”

Boom!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the sudden sound of gunfire, his head exploded, but the gunfire did not stop, and after emptying one magazine, he replaced it with a new one, and continued to pull the trigger.

Until the thing on the chair turns into a mess of rotten meat.

A shattered goldfish leaps out of an empty skull, is smashed into a stinky sauce by bullets, and quickly dehydrates into a pinch of powder.

"Did you catch it?"

Ai Qing threw away the gun in her hand expressionlessly, looked up and saw the middle-aged man's expression, and no longer concealed her unhappiness: "Needless to say, escaped, right?

"He's carrying a relic of the border that allows him to travel short distances, and we've blocked the area around Xinhai......"

"What about the survivors?"

Ai Qing was not interested in listening to him continue.

“...... Looking for. ”

"Then keep looking. ”

Ai Qing retracted her gaze, "Dig three feet into the ground and look for it until you find the body." ”

There was no objection.

When midnight came, news came from the ruins of the church that had collapsed with a roar during the excavation: "Liu Dongli and Huai Shi have been found!"

Outside the ruins, Ai Qing was still sitting in a wheelchair, looking calm: "What about the situation?"

"Liu Dongli is still alive and seriously injured, as for Huai Shi......"

The person reporting paused, his expression hesitant:

"Rescuing is underway. ”

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The makeshift rescue room was already in chaos, and Ai Qing waited quietly outside the door, listening to the noisy and chaotic sounds inside.

"Where's the breathing?

"No, the pulse is almost gone, hurry up and inject ......"

"No, my heartbeat is chaotic, it's almost gone...... Where's the defibrillator? give me the defibrillator!"

"One, two, three!"

Boom!

"One, two, three!"

Boom!

......

After a long time, there was no sound inside, and the doctor who rescued him came out of it, took off his mask, and looked regretful: "Sorry, I'm a step late......"

Ai Qing nodded, didn't speak, and let the people walk past her.

Soon, Ai Qing finally met Huaishi.

As if asleep, the boy was lying on the operating table, the bullet hole in his chest was pale, and there was no blood flowing out of it.

The hollow pupils looked at the shadowless lamp overhead.

The last heartbeat is stagnant.

Ai Qing was silent, lowered her eyes, and the palm of her hand clenching the armrest showed a miserable white color, and after a long time, she said calmly: "Then ...... Then go through the process. ”

She turned her wheelchair around and wanted to leave.

But then, the rotation of the wheelchair came to an abrupt halt.

She seemed to hear something.