The city of Lyata is a city of ruins.

The sound of guns and cannons roared through the city, and there was no shortage of screams mixed in.

The big moth that tickles Sunday Hui and others is the Hades who ask for their lives to others.

As a large black moth flew by, everyone except for the sergeant with enough cover turned into flesh and blood.

This is almost no different from the Qinmeng beast tide, when the number of groups is large to a certain extent, it almost forms an all-round crushing for ordinary people.

Even if Zhou Hui was not afraid of biting, and Nags and others helped again, the ability of everyone to kill was limited.

Two hours after Presenel's death, the melee in Leyetta City had largely settled down.

"The Speaker of the House of Representatives, Gongyi Xingguangyu, Amov, Dorbotai, Duranze, Gangze Dotya, Agudam, and Hadanbaatar are also dead!"

During the inventory of the battlefield, a corpse with an inhuman form was counted.

In the midst of the turmoil, even the speaker of the Kuril Alliance, Gongyi Xingguangyu, did not dodge, and six more parliamentarians were killed in it, and the Tur and exploration teams involved in the periphery have not yet been counted.

Nags stood in front of Gongyi Xingguangyu's death for a long time.

He and Chimonhagrid continued to pursue, and once took each other's hand and let Gongyi Xingguangyu pick up half a life, but he didn't expect Presenel to kill back and continue to draw blood on Gongyi Xingguangyu.

As the Speaker of the Kuril Alliance, Gongyi Xingguangyu is the most likely person to step into the seventh sequence of the Kuril Alliance.

The loss of the other party's life made Nags a little disappointed.

He looked at this corpse that had been submissive to him in the past, and felt that the other party was a pity after all.

Naggs doesn't want the Ogilva Alliance to be a seventh sequencer, but he does want the Kuril Islands to have a higher level of leadership, so that he can join forces against the Ogilgar Alliance after targeting the Red Alliance.

Now that Gongyi Xingguangyu is dead, the Thousand Islands Alliance has changed from a plate of sand to a plate of loose sand, and it is difficult to see anyone he can see.

"It's all a pile of rotten bones and mud when it's dead, and we'll be no different in the future!"

Chimonhag was equally solemn for a few seconds, his gaze withdrawn from the many corpses.

He's done with it, and now it's time to go back to the Red Alliance to test the drug.

Gongyi Xingguangyu's fate is the situation that Chimonhag needs to face, if there is no life extension, no eighth or even ninth sequence, Chimonhagrid will also be a pile of bones.

The situation in the Kuril Alliance was beyond Chimonhagrid's expectations.

With the progress of the times, the results of various scientific research continue to be released, and the serializers and thermal weapons continue to advance, no one thinks that they will lose the battle against the fierce beast on human soil, but the current result is not the victory they want.

The cost is dearly.

The sense of crisis in Chimonhagrid's heart had never been so strong, and this sense of shock made him think of the desolate ruins of Qinmeng many times.

He doesn't have much love for the Omega Alliance, but Chimonhag is undoubtedly the most wary of humanity when it comes to an existential crisis.

"They didn't leave us, but they just went to accompany the god of Tours!"

Turcorando and Turkalando also stood in front of the many corpses.

The two had solemn expressions and recited eulogies with many Tur people.

It was only after several recitations that Turkarando spoke.

"Whoever dies in the region of Tours will be blessed with the glory of God, and the Speaker will die to eliminate the calamity, and he will remain with God forever!"

Turkarando inherited the theology of the Cult of Tours, and Nags and Chimonhag did not believe in God and also scoffed at it.

But after just a few seconds, Naggs' face changed slightly.

"Chimonhagrid, do you feel a slight amount of energy...... Power fluctuations?"

Nags relayed it twice before he described it in a more appropriate word.

He looked around and felt that there seemed to be a wave in the air

Rippling something.

Like the ripples of water on the surface of a lake, it is the power of the wind, normal people cannot grasp the power of the wind, and Nags cannot grasp this power in the air.

But Nags did sense a kind of post-death power fluctuating.

The source of these power fluctuations is the speaker of the parliament, Xingguangyu and others, and the receiver is difficult to find.

"Could it be the power of faith that Zhang Xuezhou mentioned?"

The matter may have touched on unfamiliar territory of Naggs, and he had to ask Chimonhag to see if he had seen more.

"What kind of micro energy power, does exhaling count as micro energy and power!"

Chimonhagrid's response came, and Nags wisely gave up the discussion with the other party, and when his eyes wandered, he didn't see where Zhang Xuezhou and the others were for a while.

"Didn't you even come to the death ceremony?"

Naggs didn't see Zhang Xuezhou anywhere, he just felt that this guy was too trouble-free, he still had to take care of face and have a scene in the Thousand Islands Alliance, Zhang Xuezhou and the others didn't even participate in the scene.

He didn't find Zhang Xuezhou, and he couldn't help but speculate whether Zhang Xuezhou was cleaning up the battlefield and reaping any benefits.

"He doesn't seem to be interested in the corpse, and the bodies of the Advent can be searched, this kind of anomaly...... Forget it, there's nothing to search for a bunch of shell guys!"

Presenel didn't even have any clothes on, and Nags didn't expect any important treasures to be carried.

The difference in civilization makes the two almost intersect, and Presenel is not a fierce beast in the strict sense, and studying each other will not squeeze out the slightest benefit.

While Naggs was thinking that the surplus value of the war was not much, Zhang Xuezhou was studying the prey of the war.

Originated from the black demon pill picked by Sunday Hui.

Zhang Xuezhou's method of teaching Zhou Hui to deprive the giant moth of the demon pill in his body was useless, and Zhou Hui searched for a long time in the ruined body of Hongfan Square and did not find the divine grace.

But when he pulled it, he managed to get a round ball.

"How about it, did the god of Tur respond to you and make your healing level rise drastically?"

Watching Zhang Xuezhou flip over and check, Zhou Hui couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

"This...... Don't worry!"

Zhang Xuezhou flipped the demon pill he started.

This is the ball in the throat that Presenel showed when he swallowed, and Zhang Xuezhou was not sure whether it belonged to the demon pill for a while.

"You're not going to rip someone's stomach out, are you?"

Zhang Xuezhou only found it difficult to complain.

He looked at the black-brown mucus stained on his palm, only to feel that this mucus was extremely corrosive, and it was like being stung on his hand.

Wang Li was also extremely interested in this, and after a little bit of it, this guy almost burst into tears, and his fingers were already swollen.

Presenel's form has departed from the normal demon beast, and this demon pill is pitch black and has corrosive residues, which also makes it difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to distinguish.

He thought that he could only take it back to China for testing, and when he responded to Sunday Hui absentmindedly, Zhang Xuezhou, who was holding the black demon pill, only felt a movement in his heart, and he only vaguely sensed an obscure fluctuation.

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