[Hmm, after suffering all this, Lux will be more peaceful? At the very least, we can go back to the Primordial Angel Club and avoid those old men and hot sisters for the time being. Tsk, they are also superlife beings of the sulfur light system, why can't I always understand their actions? 】

Thanks to her swift ability, the happy time she asked and answered herself could not last long.

As soon as he stepped into the Eden dimension, the first meeting gift turned out to be the corpses of organic plural factor holy beasts scattered everywhere.

Her steps sank, and she didn't have time to be surprised, and the surging sadness had already taken over her attention.

If there is anything that makes her miss in the Eden dimension, it is that at the beginning of the founding, everyone was still friendly and dear to the lost good times, and the plural gene beast designed and produced together.

They listen to Yahweh the most, fear the unrelated Ulier the most, rub against Lucifer, and like Michel the most. She is their friend, not their admiring or jealous master.

[What's going on, who killed them?!] 】

The next time she noticed, as if the plot was going crazy, and the few companions who couldn't continue to play according to the script were stunned in a mess.

In the center of them was a Yahweh that mimicked a rag doll with a leather thread—even in a great shock, Michel took a sip.

The 10,000-year-old pervert has created a physical simulacrum that has no other way than to use it as a high-power massager.

At a glance again, coupled with Raphael's synchronous stunts, the eyes of all things, she had already guessed eight or nine.

She grabbed Yahweh's already miserable simulacrum and shook him like a rotten gourd.

"What are you stirring about, are all the brains used in the secretion? You've arrested him, and you can't protect his safety, you 10,000-year-old ghost! ”

Yahweh let out a babbling scream, and finally managed to squeeze out words.

"I, I really didn't expect Croce to kill like this. I didn't have time to react at the time, and my little highness snatched it for her - I can't use any force field, Croce's appearance is not trivial, definitely not just for a piece of the pie. ”

Raphael's eyes twitched, like the warning of a swarm of locusts when they encountered a cull.

"You put down the old ghost first, I just saw the dynamics of Sister Crazy Flower. What should I do now, she summoned the entanglement technique that no one present could solve, and the periphery turned out to be the Arhat Array of the Sub-God Realm! When did she tame this group of Chaos people? ”

Michel couldn't let go of Yahweh, and if she didn't take him in her hands and shake him off, she might be angry and disintegrate.

"How is this good, it really corresponds to the truth that things must be overcome. If any of our supergods present make a move, as long as it affects the edge of the Heavenly Feather Ring Array, it will inevitably cause a butterfly storm effect. Not to mention that Lucy was fished out intact, there might not even be any fur left of him. ”

Michel was so angry that he could only stomp his feet hard to vent his anger.

"This is all a good thing you made, if it weren't for Lux's supernatural god body being hollowed out and sealed, how could you need an unseemly guard like you, staring here!"

was almost reprimanded by her, and Yawei's appearance before he became an adult was even more cringe. He covered his ears and whispered for mercy without a stand.

"Good sister, it's not too late to discuss how I want to make up for it. The current situation is so urgent, you can do it, don't pour lightning slurry into my hearing range, and kill me—this simulacrum has not been subjected to the five senses of harmony and fire. ”

"What do you say, you have the face to say such old and unashamed words!"

Michel's eyebrows were dyed into two cracked cuts with an unrecoverable anger.

"Your mud game is really endless, give me tricks, use an unpolished flesh simulacrum, you deliberately want Lucy to parry this rough male body full of angular fur! Gah, I'm mad at me, I won't give up if I don't beat you old ghost into a mess of flesh. ”

"Eh, the old ghost can be flattened at any time, and I still have to think of a clever plan as soon as possible for today's plan."

Raphael, who was cross-legged and stared, admonished in a low voice, and his eyes were uncertain.

Even if he used the excess visual field, he still couldn't break the stunt that Croce set off at the expense of breaking jade, the 'Ten Thousand Tribulation Red Stream'.

Raphael sighed a long time.

"It's not good, it's not so bad that I want to close every pair of eyes and temporarily gouge out my eyes and pierce my pupils - Sister Crazy Flower must be on it, once she gets involved in such a formation, she can't stop the four of us from the destruction king of the chaos system, the gap between the teeth of the subgod Arhat array."

"Wait, what are you going to do, don't act rashly, Solo Yasted!"

Michel was so deflated that he was so depressed that he was at a loss.

She was about to grab the rhodolite garnet collar around Yahweh's neck to make it look like she was going back to her old book, when the tip of Ulri's nose grew into a large knife, and with a light turn, she ate the thousands of blades that had emerged from Soloast's body and flourished without warning.

The sonorous sound of the light splashing made Michel secretly scream damn, and now he didn't know how many neighboring resonance super dimensions had been damaged.

She lifted Yahweh's collar in a daze, threw him half a day high, and then coldly threw him into a puddle of wailing garbage.

Soroast's shoulders are like red-capped flamingos stripped of their fast-food nourishment, and from the port of his upper arm to the tips of his fingers, he can't help but unfold bundles of supermaterial metal cones.

"Oops, his emotional wavelength is too violent, causing intermittent memory reflux blockages! Gabelier, put him in your Soul Fusion, this child must no longer be in the same realm as any superlife person, or he will explode! ”

Raphael muttered in a smashy tone that seemed calm, but was about to scream and go berserk.

"How is this good, my God, I saw it..."

"What, what the hell is it!?"

Michelle yelled wildly, she couldn't tell if she was beating Yahweh or sticking out her ears to cool off at the edge of the dimensional cavern.

"Sister Crazy Flower, she's playing real this time."

Raphael's countless eyes froze together, shattering and dissolving before they could blink an eye.

Countless pairs of beautiful and poignant super-life eyes turned into a thick snow hail falling from the poor sky, floating on his trembling face.

His proud and graceful look was replaced by the appearance of a small beast waiting to be slaughtered, unable to escape from his frightened landscape.

"The Chaos Sub-God Arhat Formation turned out to be just an appetizer, oh my God, she called out that embryo that no one could repatriate! Nyara Sot, she called out Nyara Sot..."