As the Holy Armor threw pollen into the flower column, the corrosive liquid finally ceased to be produced.

The flowers are like falling into a deep sleep.

The Holy Armor then released the corrosive liquid with its own purification.

The dark green luster gradually changes back to the color of water.

It really took a lot of energy for the Holy Armor to purify the corrosive liquid.

The whole bug is getting a little weak.

After all, the amount of corrosive liquid that had been produced was simply too much.

It took the aura in his body to reluctantly purify it.

Then the armor fell into the water, and it didn't move much.

Seeing this, Sugisawa hurriedly asked these dumbfounded soldiers to let go of the liquid under control.

The Holy Armor almost drowned directly in this puddle of water.

Sugisawa patted the body of the holy armor with great heartache, and then put it back on his head.

This time the crisis was resolved by the awakening of the Holy Armor.

Otherwise, it would only be a matter of time before all the people here were killed by the corrosive liquid.

The people who had been entangled in the vines had also been released, and almost all of them were demon painters.

There are poachers and there are people from the military.

Most of these poachers are also highly wanted on the list.

Many soldiers died at their hands.

Many of their brothers were killed by them, and they wanted to skin them and pull their tendons.

It can be said that the Holy Armor saved everyone's lives, including these poachers.

Of course, these poachers must have preferred to die in the painting, and the Federation did not treat these poachers alive well.

It is not an exaggeration to say that torture was used against them.

The crowd now had time to clean up the battlefield, and the poachers wasted their hands and feet.

Find their teleporter and pile it up like rags.

It can be said that these soldiers really hate these poachers.

Sugisawa couldn't help but smack his tongue when he saw this, but he wouldn't stop it from flooding with the heart of the Virgin.

These poachers and the military are natural opposites, and they are in a state of life and death in the long-term struggle.

The military cannot tolerate the influx of controlled items into the market, and the poachers cannot tolerate the military organizing them to poach regulated resources.

Almost every poacher has blood on his hands, and no one is innocent.

Sugisawa's gaze at this moment converged on a corpse, the man in the suit.

People always have to pay for their own selfishness, but Sugisawa doesn't hate him that much.

After all, there are more selfish and strange people in this world, and they can't afford to worry too much about a helpless common people.

What's more, everyone is already dead, and Sugisawa is only a little lamented by the fragility of life at the moment.

Before, this person was still arrogant in front of his eyes, but now there is only a broken body full of holes.

He was not able to leave a complete body until he died.

Sugisawa touched the tired armor above his head, sighed, and then waited for the team to join them in the action.

Sugisawa wasn't much interested in breaking the hands and feet of the poachers, so he was mainly involved in rescue operations.

Of course, if an eyeless poacher fell in front of him, Sugisawa wouldn't mind helping the others.

But at this moment, Sugisawa has always been a little inexplicably uneasy in his heart, but he doesn't know what went wrong.

Therefore, it can only be attributed to the strangeness of this painting, a kind of psychological suggestion imposed on me.

Sugisawa didn't take it too seriously.

Li Huanhuan finally got busy, and a large number of wounded people needed treatment.

The things of detoxification and purification can be put aside for a while.

However, maintaining the vital signs of these people is still needed.

Sugisawa: They can help with bandaging for those simple wounds.

But the big wound still needs to rely on the help of Li Huanhuan and the small wooden stake.

After turning into a barrel, the color of the small wooden stakes has a tendency to fade for the first time.

The main reason is that the number of people who need to be rescued this time is too much, and the small wooden stake has to use the original energy stored in itself to participate in the rescue.

Fortunately, the agarwood demon can quickly recover its original energy through sun exposure.

Otherwise, not to mention that Li Huanhuan would be distressed, even Sugisawa would be distressed, after all, the small wooden stake was Sugizawa's royal healing painting demon.

The little wooden stake is so cute and sensible, but it can't be lost a little bit.

The spherical package was not opened, and everyone could only summon the few light attribute painting demons to use as lighting tools.

As a scarce light attribute painting demon, they are a little aggrieved, and even they themselves did not expect that one day they would be used as lamps.

What maddens them the most is that the butterflies are phototaxis, and many of the butterflies in the painting pounce on them.

This is not very hurtful, and the insult is great.

From time to time, adjust your light temperature to drive away these butterflies.

But you can't keep the temperature for a long time, after all, the aura in the body is limited.

So I had to drive away butterflies while lighting up.

The baby is bitter, but the baby doesn't say.

With this course of development, it can be said that everything is going well.

Although the number of sacrifices this time is not uncommon, it can be said that the overall number is good.

For such a regulated painting, this casualty situation is indeed acceptable.

Casualties on the civilian side are also low.

It seemed like it was all over perfectly.

There is only less than half a day left before everyone is expelled from the painting realm.

When no one noticed, a man in a military uniform quietly approached the flower pillar of the Mother of Flowers.

One of his dashes instantly burrowed into the flower column.

This scene caught the surrounding people off guard.

Suddenly, the flowers, which had been stationary, began to twitch.

Irregular fluctuations are constantly generated, but fortunately, no more acidic and decaying liquid is sprayed during the period.

A humming voice pierced through the flower column.

"Boy, you're a bad old man!"

Sugizawa's scalp tingled, and he knew he was talking to himself.

At this moment, the faces of the military have changed greatly.

This voice was all too familiar to them, it was the voice of one of the leaders of the poachers organization, it was Cao Zhaohui, who was known as the Demon Array Mage.

Originally, everyone thought that there was a mutation in the evolution of flowers, but they didn't expect that this was Cao Zhaohui's handwriting.

Cao Zhaohui's disguised as someone from the military has been mixed in with their ranks, which makes people shudder.

A military general said directly and coldly:

"Cao Zhaohui! What the hell are you going to do! ”