"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Lu Yuan grabbed the black iron throne like a big iron lump and smashed it down hard all at once.

With a broad back, the muscles pulled, and the huge blood-colored lotus eyes on the back seemed to open and close slightly.

Nearly 100 tons of terrifying power were injected into the ground with the throne, and transmitted between the earth and rocks.

Centered on the landing point of the throne, countless huge cobweb-like cracks are presented.

The entire ground at the top of the pyramid was smashed by Lu Yuan, and it collapsed into small pieces.

The towering pyramids seem to be slowly crumbling

Everyone present was stunned.

He looked stunned.

Many spectators in the audience, after a short period of stunned.

I don't know who screamed in a rage.

Then the atmosphere of the whole venue was ignited again, and the hysterical shouts and shouts were one after another, like a mountain roaring tsunami.

The audience was almost excited.

Originally, when I saw someone climb to the top, I thought that this ultimate bloody battle was over.

I didn't expect that there would be a reversal, and the bloody warrior violently beat the spear bearer.

Obediently, this finale specially arranged by Mosa is really energetic, although the ticket price of this bloody battle is a little expensive. But it's really worth it!

This warm atmosphere outside the arena caused all the bloody fighters to have a moment of mental trance and fall into some kind of deep self-doubt.

The feaster beats the spear-wielding man on the throne, is this really the effect of the show?!

No, I can't.

But the combination of the banquet is so strong that people feel that they are off the strength of a big spectrum, as if. It's not impossible?!

Lu Yuan smashed it for a while, feeling that it was almost over, and casually threw away the throne in his hand.

"Bang!"

The Iron Spear Throne, which had been completely smashed into a large iron mass, fell heavily to the ground with a muffled thud.

"Huh?!"

Lu Yuan looked down at the current appearance of the Tyrant King, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

The strength of the Tyrant King is probably stronger than the Molybdenum Demon, stronger than A+, but it is worse than the S-level.

In his three-stage ultimate transformation state, he easily tyrannized the other party.

But what Lu Yuan didn't expect.

He just smashed it all the way, even an iron man should be smashed into iron sauce and iron juice.

The Tyrant King isn't even dead?

At this time, the Tyrant King, who had completely lost his human form, lay quietly in a huge pit.

The entire upper body, and even the skull, were completely shattered, like a puddle of flesh.

But under the shroud of some blood-red power, the injuries on his body were rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Broken bones are bonded to bone, and discarded muscles are remodeled

This incredible scene surprised Lu Yuan.

He suddenly thought of information about the "god of martial arts and hunting" that Mosa believed in—

It gives believers an unquenchable fighting spirit and an indestructible physique.

"Is this the power of the evil gods that belong to Mossa?

No wonder Lin Zhiqin would completely pin Lin Mo's last hope on the blood of the Mosa god"

Lu Yuan suddenly stopped in a hurry.

He wanted to see how far the Tyrant King could recover under the guidance of this force.

Lu Yuan quietly observed the changes in the Tyrant King.

He saw with his own eyes the terrible injuries that had been placed on other people, and even the reformers had to be rebuilt.

Heals quickly.

Until the upper part of the Tyrant King itself reappeared in its original silhouette, and then.

The mysterious power of the blood mist suddenly disappeared.

"Exhausted?"

Lu Yuan blinked, and a guess popped up in his heart.

"Click-"

The Tyrant King, who was trapped in a huge pit, moved the fingers of his right hand slightly.

Then the eyeballs start rolling.

Lu Yuan took two steps back with interest, as if he had deliberately given up a space for him to play freely.

"Whoa—"

There was a sound of earth and rocks sliding.

The Tyrant got up from the pit again.

"Whoop—whoa—"

The tyrant king was lying on his back, like a man who had just been rescued from the shore after drowning, gasping for breath.

His eyes were fixed on Lu Yuan.

There was a deep shock in his eyes, disbelief, anger and resentment.

"You're done."

The Tyrant King stretched out a hand and pointed to the distance.

At this time, he "shrunk" several times.

The skin and flesh are tightly attached to the bones, and the whole person looks like a pinned bone and skinny.

"That kind of blood mist-like power has a price, and it consumes a person's blood qi?"

The light in Lu Yuan's eyes flashed, and his brain was spinning rapidly.

He was now interested in Mossa's evil powers, and as for the threat of the Tyrant King?

What is that? Just ignore it.

Would you care if a reservoir dog that you just beat up grinning at you?

"Ah, Ballas!"

The tyrant suddenly knelt on the ground, his cheeks facing upwards, and uttered a series of strange words in his mouth towards the top of his head.

This is supposed to be some kind of ancient language.

It's a pity that Lu Yuan has not specifically studied the history of Moses, and he doesn't know anything about the content of the mantras recited by the tyrant king.

And with the hoarse syllables in the mouth of the tyrant king, one after another.

The atmosphere seems to be quickly depressed in the huge underground space.

The cacophony of voices in the auditoriums on all sides of the venue quickly subsided, and the faces of the spectators, who were mostly ordinary people, gradually showed unspeakable uncomfortable expressions.

This behavior soon spread to the bloodfighters.

The atmosphere of the underground space is terrifyingly heavy.

It was as if most of the air in this space had been pulled away in an instant, giving people an extremely oppressive feeling before the arrival of a terrifying thunderstorm.

“@￥%!”

The Tyrant King shouted the last prayer aloud, then raised his head and roared, his face darkly furious and reverent.

His hands were interlaced, and his fingers were clenched at his chest.

"Torah—"

The flesh of his chest suddenly rolled up, and a large amount of thick blood flowed.

After doing all this, the Tyrant King got up peacefully, stared at Lu Yuan viciously with an inexplicable expression, and said with a cruel smile: "The great 'God of Martial Arts and Hunting' will drop the spear of sanction to punish you, the disrespectful one who desecrated the martial sacrifice!"

You, wait for death! ”

"Oh, really?"

Lu Yuan squinted his eyes and looked up at the huge black male goat sculpture above his head.

He could clearly feel the rise and convergence of the mysterious will contained in it.

But the wonderful thing is.

There was no hostility to the feelings that this will brought him.

Instead, with a deeper level of scrutiny, acceptance, and. Admire?

It's a feeling that even the distance is a little incredible.

"Although. I don't really agree with you. But."

Lu Yuan groaned slightly, looked at the fierce king in front of him with a calm expression, and said softly: "For the sake of insurance, let's do it." ”

After speaking.

Lu Yuan raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Smack!"

In the state of the three-stage ultimate transformation, Lu Yuan's snap of his fingers directly burst the air, exploding an obvious white wave of qi.

With this snap of his fingers.

Next second.

"Boom!"

A loud bang rang out suddenly.

The dome of the subterranean space trembled violently, and large chunks of earth and stone fell from the towering ceiling.

"Click-"

There was a large crack in the dome, and then

"Boom!" There was a loud bang.

The position of the dome of this huge underground space suddenly cracked into a huge gap.

Bright sky light comes in from the outside.

Immediately after, a large silver-gray shuttle slowly peeked in through the gap.

Above the shuttle, hundreds of yellow bear members wearing black protective suits and holding super guns fell like dumplings.

Just a few breaths in time.

These men surrounded the top of the pyramid.

The muzzles of countless black holes were aimed at the Tyrant King, and the dense infrared aiming points directly printed the Tyrant King's big face with a cruel smile into a mottled crimson.

On the huge silver-gray shuttle, a huge silver cannon muzzle with the thickness of several water tanks also emerged smoothly.

Straight up at the dome, the huge black male goat sculpture.

Suddenly.

The entire underground space fell into a deathly silence.

The fierce and triumphant expression of the tyrant king was fixed on his face, his eyes fell into a temporary freeze, and the whole person was motionless, as if the computer was down.

"Your Excellency!"

A middle-aged man with a red bear pattern printed on the left chest of his combat uniform, with a cold temperament and a powerful aura, held a neatly folded black dress in both hands.

He took two steps forward, walked closer to the road, bowed his head respectfully and said, "Please give instructions for the next step." ”

"There's no hurry."

Lu Yuan waved his hand casually.

Looking up, he squinted his eyes and looked fixedly at the huge male goat sculpture for a moment.

Then his eyes fell back on the Tyrant King, and he said lightly: "Watch him continue to perform." ”

"Yes."

The middle-aged red bear nodded in response, maintaining the posture of holding his clothes with both hands, and standing straight in place.

His attention is highly focused on the top of his head, and he seems to be giving the shuttle a command to fire at any moment.

"Uh-uh-uh"

The tyrant king seemed to have something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't pronounce a syllable.

After a brief pause, he suddenly came to his senses.

As if he had made up his mind, a trace of ruthless determination flashed on his face.

His hands were torn violently at his chest.

This time, not only the flesh and skin, but even the entire chest was cut open by himself, and even the viscera beating inside could be seen.

“@#！”

The Tyrant King roared almost hoarsely.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light bloomed from the mouth of the male goat sculpture hanging from the dome.

Seeing the appearance of this silver light, the tyrant king was like a drowning man who saw the driftwood close at hand, and his hideous and distorted face showed a look of ecstasy.

"Hahaha, Silver Verdict!

You're done! You're dead!

What about a lot of people? No one can save you! Haha"

The silver light became brighter and brighter, and the expressions of all the yellow bears in the field became nervous, and the red bears holding the clothes in their hands had a solemn face, and their lips moved as if they wanted to say something.

was stopped by Lu Yuan's action of raising his hand.

Lu Yuan stared intently at the blooming silver light, and the light in his eyes became more and more intense.

Finally.

When that silver light was strong to the extreme, the ecstatic color on the Tyrant King's face also bloomed to the extreme

A flash of silver lightning spat out from the mouth of the giant male goat sculpture and slashed down towards Lu Yuan.

"Click-"

When all light fades away, everyone's vision returns.

A scene is presented in the eyes of countless people-

Lu Yuan, who was more than two meters tall, with long hair hanging down his waist, and a huge blood-colored lotus eyes full of magic on his back, stood tall in the field.

Raise your right hand above your head.

Between his five fingers, he tightly grasped a spear with a silver-white color and an awkward shape.

An inexplicable momentum flowed back and forth between him and the spear, spreading out, bringing everyone a deep sense of shock as if they couldn't help but bow down.

A figure suddenly stumbled up from under the pyramid.

rushed to the front of the road, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

It was the skinny man in the silver sheep mask who had previously served by the tyrant king's side.

He was trembling all over, and his eyes under the mask shone with a deep light of frenzy and awe.

He bowed to Lu Yuan, and in a trembling voice, he shouted, "Praise. White. Lord Silver Spear Bearer! ”

The expressions on the Tyrant King's face froze, and Lu Yuan's figure holding a silver spear was reflected in his empty eyes.

The whole person's spirit seemed to be completely evacuated in an instant.

"Click".

Collapsed to the ground weakly.

The members of the Yellow Bears were also immersed in a huge deep shock.

The middle-aged red bear, who was closest to the road, was the first to recover from the shock and distraction.

He cautiously took two steps forward and called softly, "Your Excellency."

Lu Yuan was withdrawn from the wonderful state.

The arm holding the silver spear aloft slowly lowered.

His whole body began to shrink rapidly, and in less than a second, he returned to his original fair and handsome appearance from a height of more than two meters, like a demon.

"Whoa—"

Lu Yuan casually pulled the clothes that the middle-aged red bear was holding in his hand.

It is a large black cape.

He draped it casually.

The middle-aged red bear half-bowed his body, pointed to the tyrant king next to him, and the silver-masked man who bowed deeply, and asked respectfully: "What should I do with these two people?" ”

Lu Yuan glanced at it lightly, and replied casually with some emotion: "Don't worry about this one, the other one. Grab it and send it to the scientific research team for human experiments. ”

"Yes."

At this time, Lu Yuan's mind was not on these at all.

His full attention is on his career panel.

There's a new tip above -

[Congratulations, you've unlocked the new class panel, Spear Bearer (Transcendental)]!

Thank you to the leader of the alliance of the Qingquan Flowing Boss! Refills!

(End of chapter)