“On the earth occupied by the abyss.

In the hell realm created by countless disasters, the Xingque territory established by the country of destruction was swallowed up by a sudden deep and thick fog.

No one who dares to step into the swaying mist can return safely.

Only the dwarf hunter, known as the thunder sea tide, escaped from the thick fog from the cracks and conveyed the demise of Xingque to the rulers.

The final monster created by the people who are present are thrown into this battlefield..."

"Enough!"

In the dark hall, the hoarse and low voice was interrupted by impatient words.

In the dim light, everyone's faces were not careful.

The messenger of the Dark Eye looked at Yaresta with a squinted look: "It's almost done, should I still have to give a narrator like a present-day person playing games?"

"It's just an active atmosphere."

Yaresta was sitting in a high chair, holding his chin, smiling, and holding the paused remote in his other hand, "I'm trying to think about it from my opponent's perspective recently.

In addition to learning some bad taste, I also gained something occasionally."

"laugh……"

The strange eyes sneered, obviously disdainful: "What have you got again?"

"Ha, if you want to say something, you can only reach a conclusion that both of us will never understand each other, right?"

Yaresta smiled coldly, lowered his eyes and looked down at the projection beneath his feet.

In the three-dimensional projection that gradually reflected the entire area of ​​Gaia's fragments, there was a quiet white fog dancing on the earth between the darkness created by countless hells.

But even the white mist covering thousands of miles cannot hide the echoing roar in it.

The oscillating ripples transmitted by the earth slowly spread out from under the fog like ripples, revealing the terrifying things hidden in it to the outside world.

The rich mist poured out endlessly.

Wherever that white mist passes, everything returns to silence and silence. Once swallowed by the wandering white mist, all the forts and large groups built in it will disappear silently.

It's like it's evaporated.

Not even a drop of blood or a bone.

The monster grinding teeth and sucking blood was hidden in it, using the spreading white mist as its hiding place, wandering between hell, swallowing and gluttoning happily.

At this moment, in the palace of the independent world, the participants who projected this scene again saw this scene and their expressions became even more gloomy.

Who would like this kind of disaster?

In just less than three days, bad news came frequently from the rear, who should have been resting on their minds.

There is a thief in the stall.

The large group of people in hell and the frozen people squatted at home, eating hot pot and singing songs, but they were robbed by the heavenly kingdom. Even if they were robbed of wealth and sex, they couldn't even keep a whole body.

When you see people eating people and tearing houses, even the poisonous spring of the sea of ​​curse, which was carefully cultivated by the dark eyes, was actually drunk.

Especially the guy who broke into the air is still a food and can be eaten and taken. The ones that cannot be taken away are smashed and crushed into ashes. He also has a very good appetite and is not afraid of being raw and cold.

Wherever you pass, let alone the warehouses and fortresses in hell, the stones on the floor tiles have to be scraped down, and even the green plants in the flower pots are not spared.

damn it……

Just a little bit of attention, such a big thing happened.

In less than a few days, the small stone that was originally hurting her feet had turned into a scab. It was itchy and painful to touch it. It was not useful when it was scratched. It was not obvious that it would not be effective when it was pinched for a long time, but it was absolutely sour and refreshing that made people want to cry.

For today's participants, the losses in the past few days are not heartbreaking, but the problem is... it's too annoying!!!

It's like a mosquito buzzing in a mosquito net.

How can you be so annoying?

Now, the wild ghosts and the young masters from the Heavenly Kingdom genealogy have almost seriously affected the construction and operation of various systems in hell.

According to the jesters' estimates, according to the growth rate of Huai Shi's group of people, if you let it go, in a few days, the itch that is difficult to remove now may turn into endless pain.

By then, it will really become a big concern.

Especially in the past two days, the situation on the front line has become increasingly critical. However, after a brief rest and development, the sublimators in the current situation have begun to push the front line forward like crazy, just like they were injected with chicken blood.

Especially on the Dongxia side, after Fusang was launched, the support from Qingdi had already covered the entire battlefield.

Coupled with a Kuafu who can't be beaten to death...

It's simply a nightmare!

Now there are a lot of guys in front of me who sharpen their knives, and there is a guy behind me who is ill-hearted and wants to find a chance to ruthlessly attack your butt... no matter who is in the stall, he will curse.

What are you doing at the golden dawn of dog days?

Still touching?!

Now, the projectors who are coming here, in addition to communication situations and negotiation methods, are the greatest purpose of the projectors to be punished by the Golden Dawn.

"That's not what the truth is, right?"

Yaresta spread his hands: "You can't say that after you took down the support and assistance we sent these days without blinking, you turned around and started saying that we don't do things... Didn't we participate in the creation of the blood-bone relay of the destruction of the country? Did the storm totem of the Sea of ​​Thunder fall from the sky? If you like to play with your own eyes, don't you use our fixed ladder?

Why don’t you speak in the paradise of bliss and happiness? From the beginning to now, aren’t you the only ones who have no results?”

In the projection, the Minister of Yongshi Group, who was wearing a suit and tie, held his glasses and said calmly: "No one denies the contribution of Golden Dawn, but things have become this level. In the final analysis, it is your inaction?"

"I won't mention the losses of the heretic king. These days, Arthur and Bremont have been seriously injured, Edward's death, and the destruction of six supernatural areas... Our efforts are obvious to all."

Yaresta glanced at the other party and replied coldly: "If anyone thinks we can't do it, we don't mind someone showing us a talent far beyond ours."

The meaning is there.

You said I can't do it, you can do it?

"Hey, of course you don't have any doubts about you." The Minister of Yongshi Group smiled helplessly and took on the responsibility of the peace: "Now I want to discuss a charter and method. It's not that everyone is uneasy because of such a small problem. Is this the truth?"

The others didn't say anything at all and were too lazy to pay attention to them.

Good guy, it’s you who are asking the blame, it’s you who are reasonable, and you’ve told you that you can say good things. Are you here to act in your company for a meeting?

And right behind Aresta, at the gate, Woodman leaned against the door frame, watching the fun with a smile, and never said a word from beginning to end.

Just watching coldly.

At this time, the difference between hell and present state appears.

It is true that once a problem occurs, such quarrels will be more inevitable. No one wants to take the blame. Similarly, they have their own ideas and plans.

But no matter how chaotic the situation is, there is still an astronomical society above your head. Under the three major blockades, the strength is all used in the same place.

Even if it is a headwind, the three routes are pushed out, as long as you can find an opportunity, there is still a possibility of a comeback.

But in the abyss camp, everyone is the ruler, the king of hell, and even the elements of destruction... Who listens to whom? If you want to build a bone dome, I want to lower the power of the gods. The dark eye wants all things to assimilate and reshape the disputes. Yongshi Group is planning a comprehensive monopoly. Doesn’t Golden Dawn also have its own abacus?

Although there is no internal strife about this, it is inevitable to blame this kind of unnutritious garbage time.

Fortunately, after we have to face reality after we have turned the blame on each other.

Then, no one was willing to speak.

Only Woodman's sneering voice echoed outside the door.

"Even if it is difficult to deal with, isn't it still a piece on the chessboard today?" The representative from the Dark Eye asked impatiently: "Just put a little bit, spend some money, and use the spell to kill it directly?"

Spell?

"It's a really good idea, why didn't I expect it!"

Woodman couldn't help but applaud and nodded in agreement: "Why not try such a good way?"

The undisguised mockery in the words made the shadow of the leader forming his body begin to change, and a faint anger and coldness emerged.

But at least it is a relatively cost-effective method, at least it doesn’t require a lot of effort.

If you add some capital, you will add some capital.

Soon, an old alchemist who had been solidified for hundreds of years took on the heavy responsibility - the solidifier, known as the insect feeder, studied curses and source pollution for many years, and was famous in hell. Since the Eye of the Darkness, he received the guidance and gift from the ruler, and was reborn from dissolution and was also a top-notch existence among the crown wearers.

The secret rituals were fully equipped and sent to the medium collected by the Golden Dawn, using a whole group as sacrifices and sacrifices.

Then... nothing happened.

Just in front of everyone, just half a minute after the curse was dropped, the insect feeder began to roll around the ground, screaming, and his bones were ravaged by invisible forces and shattered inch by invisible force.

Even the resting puppets are of no use.

I watched the puppets start to ignite out of thin air, and finally they seemed to be poured with gasoline, and were swallowed by the curser.

"Sun...sun..."

In the fire, the insect feeder suddenly showed a strange smile and screamed excitedly: "I saw... the sun... burning! I'm also... I'm burning!"

In this way, it suddenly burned to ashes.

When the breeze blows, it will fly.
To be continued...