"Ah......h Are they all here?"

Pulling out the hateful water from the corpse under his feet casually, Huai Shi squeezed out a little smile with difficulty, took a step back, took another step back, clasped his fists, and said goodbye in a shocking voice:

"Sorry to interrupt, farewell!"

In an instant, the living blood gathered into a bundle, and it began to pull upwards rapidly.

But the power that came from the darkness was faster, and before Huai Shi could react, a black shadow flew by. From above, a sliding shovel tore the link of the living blood. Immediately afterward, it was refracted on the wall.

After Huai Shi finished blinking, the living blood in his hand had been broken, and the beastly vertical pupil was already close at hand.

Roaring.

He flew upside down to the ground, crashing into the ruins of the building.

Before he could get up, a thick tentacle suddenly stretched out from the ruins, wrapped around him, and threw him into the distance.

It's like playing basketball.

In the spherical shield supported by the living blood all over her body, Huai Shi only felt that the world was spinning, and for a moment she didn't know how many times she was hit, and the whole person fell into the darkness, feeling the continuous impact.

What's worse is that a rift has already surfaced on the Living Blood Shield.

Unable to support.

Huai Shi's face suddenly turned green.

The ghost of the Spirit of Nativity, it takes so much effort to deal with one, two of them can still fight, and three of them can at least run...... But there are so many of them, I'm afraid if I don't pay attention today, I will really deliver food to my door.

The giant elephant-like spirit of the nativity had already raised its head and neighed, lifted its pillar-like legs, and trampled down towards Huaishi.

But before that, the shield of living blood shattered, and Huai Shi shot out of it, dragging the fierce light of the hated water, and it was already flying at the level of the giant elephant's hideous head.

Only a terrible flash of lightning swept across the elephant, causing the elephant to suffer and roar in anger, and the entire junkyard was rampled under the heavy trampling of the mass.

And Huai Shi had already used his strength to fly again, only to see the darkness surging, gathering towards him at an incredible speed, and couldn't help gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

In an instant, the living blood wrapped around his body suddenly gathered and condensed into a crystal clear crystal under his feet.

The endlessly compressed blood water merged into essentia, and it burst out with a blinding red light.

After barely opening a trace of the casting furnace, the alchemical fire instantly activated its essentia and life force, turning it into a huge bomb.

Ignite!

In the next moment, a bleak crimson storm suddenly burst out of thin air, spreading in the darkness, countless fragments of blood-colored crystals tearing through the greedy curse blood, forming a fleeting terrifying flame.

More than half of the living blood, including the new blood that had just multiplied at this moment, was put into it by Huai Shi.

The destructive force caused is also beyond Huai Shi's imagination.

The flying sharp shards almost slashed the first few Nativity Agility into skeletons, shattering them into several pieces. And Huai Shi's figure, with the power of the explosion, rose again and flew towards the path from which it came.

Above the crack in the ceiling, Friendship's puppy suddenly probed and opened his mouth, seizing this fleeting opportunity, biting him, turning his head and running!

The immediate explosion caused a shock to the internal organs, internal bleeding and broken ribs, and Huai Shi only felt a buzzing in her ears, and her vision was blood-red.

But he still didn't dare to relax, and forcibly mobilized the power of the ruins, releasing a wisp of essentia again, making the talent of the dark trench coat work.

A dog and a man instantly disappeared into the darkness and disappeared into the perception of the monsters.

After the rift, countless Nativity Spirits suddenly stirred and roared angrily.

The torrent surged, and they poured out of their nests, frantically searching for the cooked duck. However, no matter how carefully you search, it is difficult to find any traces left by outsiders.

A high-pitched hiss, conveying a message into the distance.

So, in the deepest part of Helios, in the ruptured central reactor, a faint silhouette emerged from the endless light.

Then, when he opened his eyes, the terrifying flames converged in those eyes, and he looked here.

The indescribable coercion descended here, and the gaze penetrated the layers of barriers, and the indifference swept inch by inch, as if to search the world exhaustively, not letting go of every wisp of dust.

Suddenly, a layer of insignificant darkness pierced.

But at the sound of the blisters bursting, there was nothing behind the shadows, except for a string of embarrassment of blood that stretched into the distance.

However, the gaze was not in a hurry to trace it, but retracted it, looking inward inch by inch, identifying every trace left by the intruder.

It's as if you can see Huai Shi's pretended traces quietly returning.

Refuse to let go of the slightest suspicion.

There is nothing out of the ordinary.

All the Born Spirits were prostrate on the ground, trembling, enduring the oppression of that tyrannical gaze. A mouse-like monster shuddered, instantly attracting a cold gaze.

Stiffens in place, and then, without warning, it splits in half, revealing the inner structure from the inside out.

Eventually, his gaze slowly retracted.

The spirits of the Birth remained prostrate in place, not daring to move, and only after a long time did they return to their lair with their tails between their legs and fall into a deep sleep.

An hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed.

Five hours later.

In the ruins of the garbage dump, the monster that was killed by Huai Shi suddenly moved.

Noticing that there was no reaction around him, he moved again.

Out of the cracked chest, a ghostly little dog's head came out, and he quietly glanced around.

Seems to be fine.

He turned around and bit his companion's finger.

So, in the cool spell blood, a figure slowly slipped out, did not get up at all, did not make any sound, under the cover of the dark trench coat, he relied on his muscles, like a snake.

Quietly go out of the village, don't shoot.

And just like that, carrying the dog on his back, he got into a sewer pipe.

Disappear into the deepest depths of darkness.

Only a bat-like Spirit of the Nativity hung from the ceiling as if it smelled something, opened its eyes and looked at it, saw nothing, and withdrew its gaze.

After running out for an unknown amount of time, the exhausted Huai Shi stopped. Battle

He finally found a slightly safer gap, tucked the dog in, stuffed himself in, rolled over and plugged the gap with tools and camouflage.

fell into a deep sleep.

The darkness returned to silence, and nothing happened.

.

And five hours ago, the lower level of Helios, the eastern side of the Ascension Path.

There was an endless mist, engulfing everything in its path, and only a faint figure emerged from it.

It's like mourning the dead going to a funeral.

The alchemists from the Stone Cauldron Society did not shed their pitch-black spacesuits, but only raised their heavy jets and moved forward silently.

There was no communication or speech between them, like robots, indifferent and precise execution of orders from the Grand Master. With a weapon in hand, shoot all the creatures that stand in your way.

Whether it's a monster or a survivor.

In this way, they stepped on the path of blood, step by step into the core of the bottom, until a heavy and frantic spirit of the Birth enveloped them.

The sharp tongue shot out, slicing the leader's arm, and immediately swept away most of his body and swallowed it into his abdomen.

But the crippled alchemist in his womb still completed his final mission, turning himself and his enemies into a dissolved liquid, which spread around him.

Everywhere it went, everything collapsed and melted like wax, and at last all that was left was a viscous mass of bubbles.

Soon, in the dissolved substance, the leader of rebirth slowly rose, looked down indifferently at his naked body, and with a flick of his fingers, a layer of spacesuit was derived from the solution again, enveloping his body.

Keep moving.

At the end of the tunnel, there was the sound of sonorous footsteps.

Wearing a solemn halo on their heads and wearing heavy armor, the knights held halberds in their hands and walked towards them step by step.

It's like an iron wall pushing forward.

The man-made alchemy bullets had no effect on their bodies, and after breaking through the defenses, they drove straight in, and the alchemy secret instrument tore through their armor, but there was nothing behind the armor, only a wriggling darkness suddenly pierced out, converging into an amorphous mud monster, engulfing and covering them one by one.

In an instant, more than half of the losses were made.

Immediately after, the shrill sound of steel grinding sounded, and the heavy jet shook suddenly, and the heavy shell crumbled, revealing the substance hidden within.

But it wasn't some compressed front-line improvised base.

Rather, it was a pitch-black iron coffin.

After the iron coffin, the inexplicable thing opened its eyes, and in an instant, the steel in front of it melted, and then completely tore apart the amorphous monster and evaporated into ashes.

The blazing light did not stop, tearing through the layers of cabins and walls, piercing through the middle of Helios, and after passing through the top of Helios, the entire alchemical sense of seven days ran through it, and then pierced through the other end of Helios.

Pierced into Jupiter's demonic eye.

Only a strand of terrifying scarlet remains.

Like the blood that comes out of the pupils of an eye.

Soon, the terrifying light dissipated as the eyes closed, and only a terrifying crack of melted steel appeared on top of the black coffin.

The rift wriggled like a living thing, quickly closing and vanishing.

The silent alchemists were reborn from the ashes, and once again carried the iron coffin forward.

Disappeared into the deepest depths of the mist.

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"Fuck, anyone!

The teleportation center of the Sons of Leviathan, Rachel screamed hoarsely.

Half of his body fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

The man twitched and roared in pain, but no one responded in the empty teleportation room, as if waiting for him to die.

So cold and heartless.

Rachel's expression grew more and more resentful, and he gritted his teeth with the last of his bizarreness.

Literally, bite.

The dust of the snake in the molars flowed into his throat, and then, a miracle struck, and his mutilated body began to be rapidly reborn and recovered.

It's just that the reborn body doesn't match the original parts.

It looks like a child of seven or eight years old, but with the face of an adult and an arm.

Completely turned into a deformed child.

As the viscous fluid as amniotic fluid spread across the ground, Rachel gasped and struggled to his feet, ripping off a piece of cloth and wrapping it around his body.

Unable to rest, he pushed the door out of the door in resentment.

Straight to the bridge, with a vicious rage.

The Great Grandmaster actually stood by and watched his affairs, completely ignoring how much he had sacrificed for him...... That old thing, it's not trustworthy at all!

A complete violation of the contract signed between them!

Full of anger and resentment, Rachel violently pushed open the door and roared at the old man with his back to him: "This is not the same as agreed!"

In the silence, no one responded.

Only the brutal color of blood reflected Rachel's pale face.

Between the countless corpses, blood flowed to his feet, bringing a cold, sticky touch.

Immediately afterward, the old corpse slowly fell to the ground.

Molten iron-like blood flowed silently from the broken neck, corroding the floor and snorting.

Leaving only a lethal and furious head swirling in the hands of its foes, shedding the last of its crimson.

Now, holding Garandion's head in his hand, the one-eyed alchemist Ragnar...... No, Grand Master Publius raised his pupils and looked at the deformed child who had killed himself, and then smiled kindly.

"What did you make an appointment? Can you tell me?"