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This is already the core area of the Central Research Institute.

The dazzling magic power light illuminates the silver-white ground made of alloy.

And blood.

Blood has filled the entire underground.

From the outermost layer all the way to the most secret core.

"We've killed all the people, where is he?" came the sound of dense, but uncomparably neat footsteps at the end of the hallway.

Seven men, coming out of the darkness.

They wore uniform red, black, and gold-inlaid robes, with the same footsteps and the same temperament, almost like one person.

There was only one difference, the leader was holding a human head in his hand, and blood was still dripping from the human head, and the look of complete disbelief froze on his face, the kind of surprise, as if he was alive last second.

He should also be surprised.

Because there are not many people in this world who can kill him.

As early as when he was twelve years old, in the Central King City, there was no opponent, not to say that his peers, those who were many years older than him, it was completely impossible to defeat him.

He joined the army at the age of thirteen, went to the front line, fought against the demon seed, and at the age of fifteen, he had already accumulated merit and was promoted to the rank of major.

At the age of eighteen, he broke the wall and killed 318 high-level demon seeds with his bare hands in the Eighth Purification War, which was notorious.

Called "Little Devil" by the Demon Seed, it means a young and terrifying devil.

Many people thought he would be the second Kirkris Ravenhold.

But on his thirtieth birthday, he disappeared in front of everyone.

He escaped underground, donned a robe of a white cross, and became a shadow.

He was a former Federation Rising Star, and his personal strength was enough to rank in the top twenty of the Central Continent's "Ten Steps to Kill" Fierce Dust.

But now he's dead, so inexplicable and simple.

Just because the person who killed him would be even more surprising than ever.

As long as someone can understand what the seven black robes, the seven robes, the black with crimson in the middle, and the crimson edge and the gold-rimmed robe represent, that's fine.

The Seven Deadly Sins.

Pride, greed, lust, jealousy, gluttony, anger, laziness.

Under the Patriarch of the Church of Asgard, the strongest fighting force.

Their identities are terrifying, and even more terrifying is where they appear.

The center of the Central Confederacy, the Central Intramath, the underground of the Central Research Institute.

"He's inside, come with me. The proprietress was not particularly pretty, and she pulled her burgundy hair, but smiled softly, as she did in her own tavern.

Moreover, I don't know if it's because of the lights and the overly bright blood around her, she looks very bright and moving today.

She led her way through the long corridor, eventually stopping at what looked like a dead end.

She glanced at the smooth wall in front of her, which had no other traces at all, knocked on it, and then took out a strange piece of iron like a key from her pocket and inserted it into the wall.

Suddenly, the wall changed, revealing the outline of a door.

The proprietress was next to the door that emerged, as if she was knocking on something at random.

About ten times, the door burst open.

Ten times more dazzling than the light outside, it shone through the door.

The proprietress was undaunted by the light and looked inside the door.

Inside the door, there is a huge glass-shaped petri dish, and in the emerald green culture medium, a man covered in **** is gently rising and falling.

The proprietress muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear, "Wang, I'm here to take you home." ”

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"Do you need to send someone to support the Institute?" Fermat cautiously consulted for Jars' advice.

After all, the current situation is not optimistic, not to mention that the situation here is chaotic, if that person is robbed by the demon seed again, then ......

"No need, it's enough to keep them. Yars still looked unfazed, he was looking at Su Junyan.

Many people are looking at Su Junyan.

A lot of people want to save him, a lot of people want to take him away.

Su Junyan, what kind of magic does he have?

He, exactly, why, is it so important?

I'm afraid that Su Junyan himself doesn't know very well, or rather, he knows part of it.

At least, he knew that his friends, the girls he liked, the people who cared about him, wanted him to be safe.

And those demon seeds, of course he knew why, because he devoured a whole demon dragon, and his body flowed with the blood of the demon dragon.

He is the key elixir to resurrect the demon seed saint Augustine.

He's important.

But more than that, it's helplessness.

He didn't have any strength at all, so he could only let Artst hold him in his hands and dangle him.

It's like a small boat.

That feeling of powerlessness strikes again.

He wanted to condense a trace of energy, but it was really too much, the previous duel with Artist.

He used up all the little energy he had accumulated over the past few days.

His body fell into a state of constant repair and overflow again, and the shattering began again.

He wanted to shout, and he saw Olivia's body dancing with fire and ice, and she was desperately trying to get closer.

Mai Werther is also working on it.

Farther away, Yan Qi was also speeding up.

However, it seems that it is too late.

He sensed it was too late.

The shouts and clamor around all around have already muffled everything.

The last second, the illusion of the last second.

Ximen Nighttower took another knife from Hai Chris, cutting through time.

He took a step back, pointed to his eyes, and said to Hycris, "Eighty years ago, my brother could have taken your left eye, so your right eye, I have booked ......"

"Until next time. ”

Until next time.

His form flashed, and he suddenly came behind Master Ho, and he said something that no one else could hear.

He said, "Master Ho, Master Ke, the life of your precious son is in your hands. ”

The next moment, suddenly, the thunder and lightning aura on Master Huo's body was a hundred times heavier than just now.

The entire sky began to appear purple, piercing the space of thunder, it was the Void Thunder.

"Kill him!" Ashnayo, who didn't seem to use all his strength from the beginning of the shot, was hoarse this time.

It's just because what Master Huo Ke is casting is the thirteenth-order forbidden spell of the thunder system, the wrath of the gods.

If he was allowed to summon the Infinite Void Thunder, then the entire Central King City would be destroyed.

"Why do you bother? Heinrich, the King of Light, sighed and held up a finger with the purest light on it.

The last second, really the last second.

Infinite Thunder Hell and Pure Light.

Su Junyan seemed to hear Atst whisper, "Stupid old man, it's really stupid." ”

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