Scarlet Asterism, an unknown galaxy.

The huge starships in low-earth orbit were arranged in an orderly manner between the constellations, and the muzzles at the bottom of the ships continued to spew flames and continuously launched powerful attacks forward.

The firepower that erupted from a huge fleet that was enough to shield any angle of view was terrifying, and the flickering light of the beam weapon even exceeded that of the surrounding stellar objects.

However, such a powerful attack disappeared without a trace after colliding with a strange purple barrier.

"It's been three hours, and your turtle shell should be broken!"

Among the three blood-colored brothers, Trist, the hot-tempered second-of-the-line, carried the super big knife in his hand, and rushed towards the barrier released by Li Zhiwen with terrifying power.

The twenty Dumo ship regiments he led had been shooting at Li Zhiwen's sturdy energy barrier for more than three hours without stopping, and they hadn't broken it yet.

This completely drained his already small patience.

Trist unfolded his savage realm, and his body became hundreds of meters tall, and his strength directly increased a hundredfold, and he rushed forward with his machete.

"Death to the master!"

Rumble!

The terrifying force collided with the hard barrier and made a deafening sound, and the surrounding cosmic space was completely shattered, and the subspace hole was formed that continuously absorbed the matter in the material universe.

"Heh, it doesn't hurt as much as it did at the beginning, it looks like your turtle shell has come to an end!" Trist had a sinister grin on his face and rushed forward again.

Boom, boom, boom

The power of the continuous slash continued to escape into the surrounding space, making Li Zhiwen, who was staying in the necromantic barrier, his eyelids jump in fright.

It's like running an excavator and digging your house outside the bedroom door where you sleep.

The force of the shock alone was terrifying.

"Nima's, why haven't you come yet?" Li Zhiwen pressed his fingers together on his ears, and shouted anxiously at Tinkerbell Chrysanthemum.

"The boss on the other side is berserk, and now he is ready to me! If you're a little late, just wait for me to collect your body!" ”

"Coming soon! Coming soon! ”

The unhurried voice of Tinkerbell came from the voice call, as if she was not in a hurry at all.

"Hurry up! Your sister's! Li Zhiwen shouted excitedly, and he could even see his throat when his mouth was open.

Boom Boom!

As soon as he hung up the voice communication, the concussion from outside made Li Zhiwen's little heart tremble.

"Bang!"

As a dull voice sounded, Li Zhiwen's pupils slowly widened, and his raised face gradually changed from anxiety to panic.

"Hey! The turtle shell is gone! Little turtle! ”

Trist's rough voice sounded from above, he carried a large knife of more than 100 meters, and said mocking words with a cruel smile on his face.

"Goo-dong!"

At this moment, even if Li Zhiwen turned into a demonic body, he looked dwarfed in front of this behemoth BOSS who was several hundred meters high.

"I'll let you run 59 meters first, little turtle, or else...... Hahaha. "Trist raised the 60-meter super big knife in his hand above his head, making a 'dragon sword' posture, ready to cut down at any time.

"What to do? What to do? ”

Li Zhiwen's face was covered with cold sweat at the moment, and there was a frightened look on his face.

"Now there is also a limit to the number of undead summoned by the Netherworld Monarchy, and this is really not enough to see in the face of a full twenty ship groups, plus a seventh-order BOSS, I will beat your sister's stick hammer."

"The surrounding space is also disturbed, and the space channel can't be opened, how can this be done?"

Faced with such a desperate situation, Li Zhiwen was really panicked at the moment.

It's not terrible to die once, but if you die, the Messiah in your temporary personal space will fall out.

If the Messiah had been mortally wounded in this battle, I would have been so miserable!

I've just been saved!

Thinking that it took him nearly four months to find his Messiah, and it was possible to hang up, Li Zhiwen panicked.

After all, there has been a situation where the Messiah of the group players has died before, and if there are not too many people, the official will not resurrect their Messiah again.

And after that time, the official also said that if the player can't protect his Star Spirit Guardian, then there will no longer be the possibility of data reshaping.

"Huh? Is it stupid to be scared like this? Trist looked at Li Zhiwen sitting on the Nether Throne at his feet in a daze, and an angry expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"What a prey without a little fun!"

The black broadsword tens of meters long slashed through a dark black spatial rift, and instantly appeared above Li Zhiwen's head.

"Can't even escape? Then you might as well die!

With a roar from Trist, a black broadsword of tens of meters instantly slashed through Li Zhiwen's body and split it in two.

Boom~

A low sound like smoke shattering sounded, and Li Zhiwen's body also turned into black-purple fluorescent particles and dissipated into the surrounding space.

"Huh?" Trist frowned, watching Li Zhiwen's body dissipate, with a cruel smile on his face.

"That's right! This is the posture of the prey, run, run, the faster the better. ”

"It's not good to torture you, I'm sorry for my third brother!"

Trist tilted his neck and made a 'click' sound, then looked around.

"Hidden? Hide it, I'll come! Hey hahaha! ”

With a terrifying laugh, Trist emitted a pale yellow light, carefully sensing the space that had been sealed off by the Dumo Ship Regiment.

With the force field control and energy detection of the Dumo Ship Regiment, it was impossible for Li Zhiwen to escape from the space they surrounded.

After all, the combat power of twenty ship regiments is something that even a seventh-order saint can fight.

At this moment, Li Zhiwen, who was hiding behind a meteorite belt, had a nervous look on his face, always observing the surrounding situation.

After all, he can't die now, and the consumption of a complete soul is also a fixed amount every day, and it can't be used indefinitely.

As a result, it is impossible for him to continuously use the [Necromantic Double] magic skill as he did against Danitez.

After all, there is no way, and his current level can only master so many complete soul powers.

If you use it more than once a day, the Necronomicon will not be allowed.

Just as Li Zhiwen was thinking about how to get out, Trist's huge figure slowly flew past from the meteorite belt where he was hiding.

Just as Li Zhiwen was holding his breath and just breathing a sigh of relief, a rough voice sounded in his ears, like a thunderclap exploding in his heart.

"Found you!"

As soon as Li Zhiwen raised his head, he found that his perspective was gradually spinning, and he could also see that his headless body had turned into light chips and was slowly dissipating.