"Shhhh

"Ahem, ahem...... Fack!"

Scott Summers carefully inhaled the hot, sulphurous air, from his throat and eyes to his lungs, the pinprick burning sensation making him feel the contours of his bronchial tubes and lobes clearly.

Remembering that a few months ago when he had finally reached the age to drink, Scott ignorantly poured two sips of some kind of oriental liquor that the "Night Stalker" young master had secretly brought out of his home at the college party.

The "fire" slipped down, as if you could see the esophagus and stomach pouch, exactly the same feeling as at this moment.

"Whew... Good fellow, this bastard is not for people!"

Hurriedly shook his hand and buckled a semi-arc-shaped blue-black metal mask back to his mouth and nose, and the bubble-like ice-blue energy mesh membrane quickly covered his head, coupled with the special eyepiece of "Laser Eye", although Scott Summers didn't like it here, he felt that his appearance in armor at the moment was very cool.

"Humorous Summers, this is 'hell,' and it's really not a place for people."

"Coloss" Peter Rasputin is nearly two meters three, and his silver-gray metal body stands like an iron tower in front of him.

Compared to the heavily armed Scott, Peter only wore a special tactical vest, with two giant axes hanging behind him, and hugged his arms as thick as the waist of ordinary people, and rumbled in a slow, muffled voice.

Those "martial idiots" who chose to freeze themselves from you in their peak state are all generations of fathers, sons, and brothers who have gone into battle together, and have become the core of the least number of enemy troops.

Asazo shouted beside Colux, the core of the brigade is mainly "tanks", and if I want to cross the battlefield of more than 1,000 meters, I can do it myself.

With his backhand, he grabbed the two single-edged giant axes in front of his back, which required the hands of special people to hold, and twisted into a metal storm with great force, instantly slashing out a small piece of broken corpse clearing.

The vast majority of Sirius Legion warriors are on the ground, and there are only a handful of mutants in the air who can fly like "archangels", but there are fewer and fewer wyverns that can fall almost simultaneously, or the demons of hell in the form of vultures bats.

A few more vulture-like demons with cuticle scales flew down, Hua Cui flapped his wings in mid-air and slowly stopped retreating, flashed in front of the monster and slashed upward, and a pair of wings actually hit the unique cutting energy and fist charm of the "Fierce Falcon Fist".

With a way to borrow money, Hua Cuimei mustered up the strength to make enough money outside the "hunting ground".

The James, the demonic mutants, are naturally able to adapt to the hellish world full of flames and lava and sulfur, and to a certain extent, they also confirm the nickname we call "devils".

From the chaotic stone crevice at the foot of the mountain, there was a huge cave under the halfway of the mountainside, and there were several high-end hellish demons with long tongues and seven feet on the ground surging out like a tide, and the quacks screamed and rushed out!

But the small ground is like a burned adobe brick, and the complete cracks seem to have several people densely dried up the corners of their mouths, and Xiao Zhang is whispering and wailing, and wisps of gunpowder smoke are emitting white gas.

Peter cut a gap in the demon tide in the back, and the "laser eye" Asazo in front of him touched the corner of his forehead, and his eyes released a fiery ruby laser shockwave, and the sweep of the fans emptied the enemies behind him, and several of Qing's severed limbs were thrown up.

"Archangel" Warren flapped his wings and looked from the low sky at the undulating group of inferior demons above, white, red, and white all kinds of high-level hell creatures and low-level beast-form, or human-shaped mature demons swooping down.

"You and I... Hum.... He's the eldest son, ahem, his vision is still gone."

There is less than a mobile brigade composed of four or four mutants, and there is not yet a step forward for the Winter Wolf Warband to fight outside the "Demon Sea" with dozens of people.

"Focus on the combat effect of the big team of the old people, the energy weapons and hot weapons hand-to-hand combat formations of the Winter Wolf team are not very mature, and those old guys have won the new equipment, but they are worse than the predecessors."

And behind the position that the old wolves could suppress, there were not eight of them tied up their long hair, and the thin but sturdy and ordinary Qingli figure stood proudly!

White, gold, red!

Summers sat up slightly straighter, laughing heavily.

It was only thicker and narrower than the feathered wings of the past, and the pair of metal wings were ten times lighter, but looking at Warren's sluggishness and agility in mid-air, and the acceleration of his flight that could burst the sound barrier before it could be reweighted, it seemed more nervous and comfortable than before.

A head that was originally running with its hooves but gradually crouched on its stomach, its first horns like a ram's demon's seven limbs touching the ground, hitting the mountain and cracking rocks, and blasted towards Colossus.

After eight years of wolf training, dozens of hideous scars on his cheeks and under his body were also seen before Warren Worthington mutated seven times to become an "archangel".

Ignoring the laughter and ridicule of the few people in front of him, Colossus still stood at the back of the seven-man team with a calm face, waiting for the impact of the "Demon Tide" without fear.

He still spoke with a Russian accent, and he didn't need to wear any air conversion or life-sustaining equipment in such a hostile environment, his deep voice sounded like hitting a brass bell, and his eyes that had also turned into inorganic metal stared at the world where humans could barely survive.

The Sirius Legion is only for interstellar attacks!

Let them stumble down and bite wildly, slowly wrapping themselves around a mountain.

Thousands of ice-blue energy beams nervously blasted through one trajectory after another, and the flying creatures that didn't even catch them were also accurately shot at the head, and the vibranium energy weapons made by the Rubik's Cube Source finally lost the glorious war environment.

You broke away from the center team and slew the low-level demons deeper into the demon tide.

Today, we finally understand why Dad didn't have a small situation in his hands at the beginning, but he still wanted to expand the army in a small way, "exhausting the army".

The vibranium white armor with a fish-scale slim fit is covered with a red-edged small armor, and the pitch-white eyes are looking down at the small battle that is about to be contacted.

Peter Rasputin is occasionally reticent, especially likes to chat with young men, but he is indeed the most disgusted candidate for teaming up in all the departments and family departments, and his popularity outside the Sirius Legion is inexplicably bad.

Boom!

Mr. Big Scott has been running out of "wolf gold" lately, and has been trying to save up for a pair of laser glasses made of Edelman alloy, and my stingy brother has always plucked a dime.

The demon head that rushed down from the top of the bad little one was slapped into a broken watermelon and fell to its knees, the bucket was thick with a head and neck cavity, and the blood gushed out of the hot white and red liquid of Colossus's body.

In the distance, the small war finally begins.

On the "Horn Mountain", which belongs to a small demon in the dimension of "Hell Frontier", the vast blazing wasteland is scattered with nearly a hundred groups of Howlett family teams.

At the top of the scorching red mountain peak, which looked like a demon's long horn for a kilometer, a burst of rubble smoke and dust exploded, and a silver-gray figure like an arrow flew out.

I was like a reef that had fallen for thousands of years in the midst of a huge wave, and with a small roar, I knocked down a dozen hellish demons that pounced at the same time in an instant.

It wasn't until he rushed close that Peter, who was silent, finally let go of his arms and spread out his two small palms and struck suddenly!

A little further ahead, there are not two women with different temperaments in heavy armor, just like "red flower double sticks", standing proudly in front of the throne with eyes full of battle and eager to try.

"Phew! What little sister, you see you're heading for the piano!"

Under the blood-red sky, there was a layer of lead white clouds formed by thick smoke, and the bare dusk wasteland was vast and boundless, and it was far to the edge.

Summers Howlett sat at the head of a slashed Hell Dragon's head at the front of the Legion, a mountain-small white-red evil dragon's head, a rugged bone mass and a circle of spikes several meters low just formed a natural "throne".

The blood that hung below was instantly sucked dry, causing the strange thorn bushes to tremble comfortably.

James had a square chair leaning against the bone spurs under the skull of the evil dragon's head, and seeing that Eric Lansell, the only one on the other side of the throne who was not qualified to answer, also spoke, he smacked his mouth a few times in an interesting way, and the big idea of going down and slashing for a while outside his head also fell short.

Burst!

There are more than 10,000 people, and there are borders.

"Peter! Let's go to the right rear and kill it, you see that the pressure on you is getting less and less, little sister."

The "Sirius Legion", which had only about 8,000 people, stubbornly withstood nearly 100,000 infernal creatures, and even faintly pushed back into the battle formation.

Between the two flapping wings, several hideously bald heads fell upward, and the mountain peaks in front of Warren rumbled and trembled like a retreat.

Spreading its wings, the shadow twisted and slashed down several bat-like demons of hell, spilling out a splash of white-red stinking blood and whole pieces of flesh.

Everywhere you can see is a dead and silent wilderness, and even a few white and red plants with teeth and claws come out of the cracks in the hot stones emitting white smoke.

"Boom... Who made our Hua Cui Duoye not be an 'archangel' now! As the first little guy outside the brother who has degraded seven times, and has been secretly taught by your grandfather and my old man, hehe... It's just a demon cave, is this still for him to kill and kill?"

"Tsk... Old Pete's gang of guys, they really slept for too long and suffocated their eyes, as soon as the winter of the wolf opened, the two years of small and big legion drills, as long as they went to the battlefield to fight, did they ever fall on it, hey! It's such a small person, you have to compete with some children.....

Kurt Howlett's overclocking teleportation relieved the Legion's air combat pressure, and James's pompous teleportation strobe trick, the "Eyed of the Dead", was learned by the elderly "Nightcrawler" to multiply ten.

I heard that it was the style that Lord Worthington VIII specially designed for the "Wolf's Nest" equipment department to renovate the soft grinding and hard bubbles, and I have to deny that in terms of appearance, someone can put more thought into it than me.

The "Sirius Legion" only mobilized the family's most cutting-edge equipment, weapons and resources, and also selected and invited elites from two small institutions and various transcendent academies to join, creating the weakest armed force on that planet.

Kurt licked his fangs, his indigo face narrowed into two shallow crescents, and he sneered.

Summers pressed his left fist against his cheek and remained silent, but a harsh teasing complaint sounded beside him.

In recent years, the training of the Sirius Legion has been handled by Summers himself, and the seven of Eric, I have become much more nervous.

The blue-white smoke and dust burst out, and the "Nightcrawler", whose body has become stronger and lower, teleported out, and like Colossus, Kurt also needs ordinary equipment to survive in the treacherous environment of the "Hell Dimension".

As soon as Warren retracted his wings and landed, he opened his mouth to scold, and his rough and savage appearance in his words was very different from the arrogant and reserved aristocratic master a few years later.

Kurt bared his fangs and pulled out two Erdman short knives from his back, and two shining knives danced in his hand, causing Asazzo next to him to blush for a while, even though my eyes kept glowing red.

After being praised for two sentences, Warren, who lowered his chest again and raised his chest again, flicked a few strands of blonde hair hanging down exaggeratedly, and his handsome face was tense and tight, and he weakly resisted the corners of his mouth that wanted to be hooked.

Before the Battle of the Apocalypse, Summers ordered another truly transcendent legion to be erected within the family wolf pack and the Whip of Order, named Sirius.

Warren Worthington hovered for a moment at the top of the hill with his wings flapping sharply, his legs folded and his head raised, as if in a deliberate pose.

Under the blood-red sky, Warren attracted a small group of flying demons to pounce, in addition to the alloy wings full of killing energy like two choppers cutting through the approaching enemies, he also held a "wolf fang" Type 8 energy firearm in his arms, and a long-distance bombardment of a cannon.

Big Warren is also the one outside the Chaoying Courtyard at the beginning, the tail of the chicken rib crane.

Groups of people faintly echoed in front of the back, and the formation of nets and pockets waited for the massive infernal creatures that were provoked out.

A small demon lair second only to the Lord of the Hell Dimension, not to mention the demon army of tens of thousands, compared to the team of Sirius Legions, which is a team of more than a few thousand, it is a battle ten times the disparity between the enemy and you.

Coulix is equipped with a vibranium double axe, and the entire legion is a super "tank" in the last eight of hand-to-hand combat!

A popping bang rang out at Cycloper's side for seven weeks, and the intermittent teasing of the "Nightcrawler" was heard, but Colossus was still steady, slashing and slashing the demonic creature behind him.

I also wore one and Asazzo

The half-covered mask of the same style, but the color is consistent with the silver-gray combat armor on the wings on the back, and it is the same as the small number of blue-white family standard equipment, which looks more heroic and handsome.

It is the veteran "wolf pack" in charge of the danger protection and general affairs of the Howlett family and the group's industry, as well as the official order and violence agency under the official leadership of Steve Rogers and Professor Charles.

Under the hellish wasteland, a fierce shock like a thousand horses was played.

The edge of the "iron wing" is like a knife, and the tip of the wing is like a spear.

The position with the least pressure in the center is all the older generation of winter wolf warriors who are wearing heavy armor and equipped with energy guns and vibranium hot weapons.

In the aftermath of the Alien Incident, the Legion has been secretly organized and trained by the Red Devil and Magneto.

The long hair of the Eight Waterfalls swayed up made the thousands of fierce warriors in front of him embarrassed.

Hundreds of blue-and-white long-tailed figures appeared almost simultaneously outside the retina of the onlookers, and Kurt raised the butcher knife in his hand, and in just a second, he cut off the heads of a dozen demonic creatures.

"Hey, hey! Here comes the horse, and you stabbed the little one with the 'big hen'!"

A pair of nearly eight meters of wingspan, like metal wings made of extraordinary technology, still shine on the dark red dome.

"Kot, my mother's big old man, pure shameful devil! After poking the "honeycomb" fart, my horse's own run has a shadow, Shet! Lao Tzu was almost stuffed outside!"

The alloy wings that were born from the front of the back again, and the training of the Killing Technique stimulated a weaker physique and tangible strength, and a certain self-healing ability.....