When countless corpses fell silently like straw, in the light and gorgeous tune, sticky shadows rose into the sky.

From a distance, it seems as if strange dark tentacles have grown on the earth.

They are like seaweeds in ocean currents, dancing slightly in the melody and wind, extending towards the dark sky.

At this moment, clouds like an iron curtain obscured the last glimmer, and the huge world was shrouded in the haze of dark clouds. When thunders crossed between the clouds, they knocked on the beat of the movement.

Thunder.

Whenever the light flashes, it will illuminate the deepest contours of the clouds in a fleeting way.

That huge and weird projection of the heart.

The heart of the shadow is beating.

Drawing countless groups of lives, the tissues of steel and flesh continue to expand and contract, jump, and squeeze out the viscous shadow source.

It is like a real heart, following the blood vessel-like cycle, sending the source material to every corner of the cloud.

A cold wind blows from the end of the earth.

The originally nearly solidified air showed up in the water vapor and frost.

Is it a rainstorm coming or a cold winter?

The classic jazz skewers and various improvised blues that just started on the radio did not make people feel any comfort, but instead filled the indescribable sense of suffocation between the world.

When the sublimators on the battlefield looked around in shock, they suddenly realized that the combat plan in their arms suddenly shook slightly and began to get hot.

"What the hell?"

Just as he was rushing, Yuan Zhao lowered her head blankly and pulled out the booklet in her arms that was about to turn into iron sheets. But before he could hold it firmly, a thunder that teared his eardrums out of nowhere, and a sudden high-pitched sound came.

It made his hands tremble and almost threw the booklet to the ground in a galloping speed. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, hooked the stirrup and leaned over, and almost took back the things.

Then, among the pages of the book that were flipping against the wind, he saw a series of garbled codes appearing quickly from the pages.

Flashing.

It seemed like it had crashed, with high heat, the ink traces wandered around and changed rapidly, and even the map that just appeared began to flicker violently.

Soon, the badge of the Heavenly Genealogy emerged from the garbled code and disappeared. Finally, a...WIFI signal sign slowly rose and landed in the upper right corner.

Glittering.

"What's the thing?"

Yuan Zhao was stunned. When she was not careful, she rushed into the enemy with the angrily shouts of her teammates. In an instant, she was almost split into two pieces by the roaring Rakuten Defenders.

What the hell are you doing!

It's not just him, but at this moment, I don't know how many people are scolding each other.

Huai Shi, you bastard!

Can you do some work in the world?

WIFI has a bad use, what do you want to use for signals?

Do you like the young lady who wears very little cloth when you watch short videos?

But soon, they saw a brand new icon that appeared on the title page.

Just like the APP just loaded, a cloud icon like a weather forecast emerged from the ink trace, and just below, the name of the new function was carefully marked.

[Didi Thunder].

Moreover, as if you were afraid that others would not see it, you pointed out the direction with an arrow, and drew a smiling face next to it with a gift: "No krypton gold, all equipment is recycled, this is a new ship you have never played before

Version.

PS: Free trial during the inside.

try out?

I'll try it out!

You say it's thunder?

Oh, forgetting that you are Yun Zhongjun... Is Yun Zhongjun amazing?

Get out!

While rushing, Yuanzhao held the spear in one hand and tried to press off the messy things with the other hand, but accidentally pressed the icon.

In an instant, his face suddenly changed.

The biting coldness surged from the icon and instantly penetrated into his body and soul, occupied his eyes, took over his ears, and finally, controlled his will.

When a large amount of dark source material passes through the soul, it brings unprecedented panic and suffocation.

Since that brief moment, he seemed to have become no longer himself, but some kind of... a more crazy and cold monster, looking down at the world in front of him with contempt.

Then, involuntarily, he offered pious praise to the ferocious heart that was beating in the clouds.

"Sacred!"

What's the holy thing?

You only know this sentence, right?

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, your horse is so big!

The moment he reacted, Hara Sawa wanted to scold him in anger, but then, as if responding to his prayers, his huge heart suddenly contracted above the pre-layer.

Erection!

So, the dazzling and shrill lightning burst out from the dark source dripping from the heart and fell from the sky!

Now, Yuan Zhao finally knew how the thunder just now came.

“…is it so outrageous?”

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Just before his eyes, the wild light penetrated through the narrow gap between heaven and earth at a speed above his naked eyes, dancing violently, jumping between the scorched corpses.

Prayer Colossus, the Promise Guards, and even the angels of the raging war...

Everything within a radius of thirty meters is transformed into nothingness.

Only ashes fell down.

And at the end, the remaining blue light left the last traces in the air with ease.

A huge heart of love.

"Gaga, Bahamut loves you~"

Before the Iron Crow's phantom dissipated, the last words were left behind.

Between the corpses, only Yuan Zhao was still there, lowering her head and looking at each other with his war horse. Finally, she looked at the icon on the booklet in her hand.

Hesitated.

It seems...it's quite useful?

A few seconds later, the original photo looked around without any trace, and soon, with the second sound of the involuntary Shengzai, the dazzling lightning fell from the sky again!

The heaven of wisdom, the sanctuary of sacrifice.

In front of the solemn hall where the ruler had lost its ruler, the skinned sacred temples were naked, and the black spell totem on their chests spread, fighting for nothing from their blood.

Accompanied by a scream of hissing, the dazzling lightning fell from the sky without warning, and penetrated into a large group of monsters that could not see the end, and simply teared out a crack.

And as the knights drove straight in, the dissipating lightning rain fell from the sky, accompanied by dark and dark rainstorms.

In the fragrance of countless flowers and plants, the withering curse spread among the angels at a rapid speed visible to the naked eye, causing the dead bones to fall silently, smash into pieces, and turn into life.

Spring mud.

Dark clouds, heavy rain, frost and more...thunder!thunder!thunder!thunder!thunder!

The storm from the present situation swallows up everything!

With the violent beating of the shadow heart, in the praises, Huaishi fell on the fingertips of the keyboard, and the magnificent melody like an organ sounded.

The dark and cold grand tune rose to the sky, shaking the broken sky.

The heavy rain and clouds spread endlessly, and the gifts from Yun Zhongjun and the hunting of Dasiming continued to fall from the sky.

Even if the sticky nose bleeding fell from the face, the skin peeled off during the recoil of the hands and the flesh rolled up, the performance never stopped for even a second.

Huai Shi has long been immersed in this full feeling.

It seems that the whole world is running under its own soul...

As the Grand Secretary and as the Yunzhongjun, when the two are combined into one, it is no less terrifying than the ruler's terrifying power, and even control over the birth and death of all things.

Destroy the thunder of punishment, beat all the unjust officials, sprinkle endless rainstorms, annihilate all strange beliefs, sow the seeds of life, make all things prosper under their will, and finally cultivate the perishable in this hell

fruit.

With the lever formed by the holy marks, we use our own weight to leverage more than tens of millions of times our own strength...
To be continued...