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The Dark Six Kings looked solemnly at the distant city covered in dust and mist.

"What's going on, why did that god suddenly appear there, attack, and blatantly expose his whereabouts? What's the purpose of him walking on the street?"

"Could it be that you've decided to eat me?" The Dark Six Kings had a rather embarrassed face, and red light flashed in their eyes.

"The plan must be accelerated!"

Chapter 492 We only met for the second time

The emerald wings, like butterfly wings, stretched out with the strong wind. On the golden Ark King's Table, Gilgamesh dragged his chin and looked indifferently at the magicians who were fighting the dead disciples below.

"It's just some bastards, are you worthy of asking me to take action?" Gilgamesh's red eyes gleamed with displeasure when he saw those low-level dead disciples with ferocious faces and bloodthirsty like mad dogs.

Suddenly, the ancient queen raised her head slightly, and her onyx-like eyes flashed a hint of surprise. In her eyes, the crimson cherry blossoms with blood-colored lines formed a blood-colored forest, quietly surrounding an ancient building, as if guarding what.

"Constructing the inherent barrier repeatedly in this labyrinth-like inherent barrier?" Gilgamesh tilted his head slightly, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, like a hunter seeing a prey.

Gently patted the golden throne under him, the emerald wings suddenly expanded, and the golden ark pierced the night sky, drawing beautiful curves in the sky, avoiding the twisted space around, and quickly approaching the bloody cherry.

In the commercial street on the ground, the burly divine bull compared each other and kicked away the dead disciples who were trying to get close.

The thunder surrounding the muscular forefoot directly turned the dead disciples who dared to offend the king into coke.

Iskandar shook the red shirt on his body, and looked enviously at Vimanada who was going away. "Oh, can that ark escape those distorted spaces? How enviable?"

"I can't grab it! My king, it's useless for you to be envious here. Think about how to get rid of the entanglement of the dead on the ground." Weber, who was wrapped in a quilt, sniffed his nose and complained silently.

Iskandar's thinking is probably clear to Weber. This guy's habit of stealing good things can't be changed.

"Haha, that's right." Hearing Weber's complaints, Iskandar laughed, touched his head, smoothed the messy red hair on his head, and scanned the surrounding crowd with incomparable sharpness. Dead Apostles.

"Is the number about 30,000? Is the purpose to hold me as a heroic spirit?" Iskandar pulled out his beloved sword Cyprus from his waist, and grinned, showing his white teeth.

"No matter who is behind the scenes, competing with me, Iskandar, is your biggest mistake!!!"

[Inherent Barrier——Army of the King! ! ! ! ! 】

With Iskandar's heroic roar, the yellow sand covering the sky and the sun covered the entire city with a radius of one kilometer! ! ! ! !

despair! despair! despair! despair! despair!

The sound of leather boots colliding with the ground quickly sounded, and a purple figure was running fast on the spacious sidewalk.

It's not so much running, but from Zi Wan's delicate face covered with beads of sweat, and purple eyes full of anxiety, it can be seen that she - is running for her life.

At an altitude of less than 30 meters behind Zi Wan, groups of bats with red eyes formed a pitch-black sky, guarding a blond man in a black cloak, whose makeup looked like a vampire count in the movie.

The Thirteenth Patriarch of the Dead Apostles - Night of Wallachia.

A great alchemist who was born in the Atlas Institute, because he couldn't figure out a way to avoid the extinction of mankind, he went crazy and became the ancestor of the dead.

However, now under the control of the Dark Six Kings, he briefly regained his proper sanity.

"What a nasty joke. As a family sinner, I was forced to kill the descendants of the Zhongxing family..."

"Run away, run as far away as possible."

Night of Wallachia looked sadly at Zi Wan who was running for her life on the ground, and the bat swarm under her feet suddenly ejected thousands of magic bullets.

The purple magic bullets slid across the night sky in perfect arcs, forming an impenetrable barrage net, overwhelming towards Zi Wangai.

"Damn Inherent Barrier, damn Koback, why don't you just be your joke dead disciple?!!!" Zi Wan pursed her lips, her sweaty face was full of aggrieved expression.

Not even the ancestor of the dead disciples can match the terrifying power of the Atlas Institute, one of the three giants of the Magicians Association.

Originally, many comrades were around, and under the bombardment of various magic equipment, dozens of casualties were paid. Wallachia Night was on the verge of extinction several times. If he hadn't relied on his conceptualized body, he would have died tragically on the spot.

However, under the action of Koback's Great Labyrinth, a large number of alchemists were transferred to the dangerous place in the fierce mobile battle, leaving only Ziwan to face the night of Wallachia alone.

"Being cornered at the moment of victory, this situation is really terrible!!!" Zi Wan cursed angrily.

The powerful magic props that came with him were completely consumed during the night of the siege of Wallachia, and now the props on his body are enough to deal with some dead disciples...

The ancestor of the dead? Wash and sleep, remember to customize the mortuary!

Suddenly, the tingling pain on the back made Zi Wan, who was running, feel tight. The girl turned her head quickly, and a red light flashed in her eyes.

Under the effect of magic, Zi Wan can see the directions of thousands of magic bullets behind her at a glance only by relying on the corner of her eyes.

The brain, which was born capable of thinking in the seven layers at the same time, was running at high speed, like a computer, calculating the best evasion position.

"Ether·Line" Zi Wan whispered a magic spell, and the amber bracelets on her hands suddenly disintegrated, turning into silk threads and pouring into Zi Wan's body.

As the silk thread sank into her body, Zi Wan's movements jerked to the side, like an extremely precise machine, and she began a gymnastics performance that would make even a gymnastics champion feel ashamed and reach the limit of the human body.

The ether light beam, a magic thread with nanometer as the unit, can control the composition of the simulated nerves, and Ziwan forcibly uses the ether light beam to take over her own motor nerves, and directly synchronizes her nerves with brain operations.

It can be said that once the brain's evasion calculation made a mistake, Zi Wan would die tragically under the bombardment of the magic bullet.

This is a terrifying skill that only lunatics who firmly believe in their computing power will use.

——Bang bang bang bang! !!!!!!

The sound of dense explosions rose and fell quickly, and thousands of deep pits were blown out of the gray-brown asphalt road itself, setting off a huge cloud of gray dust.

The night of Wallachia stood silently in the sky, observing the dust and fog on the ground, and praying for his descendants.

Suddenly, a figure strung out from the dust and mist, fell in the middle of the road with a bang, and then struggled several times, trying to get up and escape.

"Ahem, are you going to die?" Zi Wan spat out two mouthfuls of blood with viscera in it, her face covered in black and gray was full of unwillingness.

The girl's light purple beret had long since disappeared from the previous scenery, and the long ponytail on the back of her head was half broken by the magic bullet, and there was an unpleasant smell of burning, all over her body, all densely packed Potholes, exposed a great scenery.

"We're only meeting for the second time, Miss Ziwan? You're disheveled, are you inviting me to have a fling?"

Chapter 493 See you in five hundred years

The dazzling Milky Way illuminates the entire city with its own little stars.

The asphalt road leading to the Imperial Palace in Chiyoda District is now covered with densely packed potholes of various sizes. The bottom of the potholes is still glowing reddish-brown at this moment, and there is an unpleasant smell of burnt in the air, as if suffering The shelling of the tank group was general.

Zi Wan, who was lying on the ground in front of the pothole, supported the asphalt with her black and ash-covered elbows, staring blankly at the figure walking slowly in front of her.

The silver broken hair fluttered gently with the breeze, and he was simply wearing a white shirt and jeans. The simple clothes matched with that delicate face with a slight smile made him look like an ordinary gentle young man.

However, Zi Wan's eyes kept trembling | trembling.

Just where the other party exists, it brings Ziwan a fear like a mountain, no, even facing the sky and the earth. It is the fear of higher life gushing from the heart.