With the unique environment and symphony of extreme intentions, the scope of interference of the disaster musician has been improved unprecedentedly. The source quality invested in it all comes from the hunting and harvesting of all the large groups before.

Now, the heavy rains shrouded in the third level realm, except for the power he initially invested, were all formed by the soul dissolved by the Heart of Shadow.

During the whole process, his role was to open joints, dig ditches, and finally explode the embankment. Then, the raging torrent ran through the trajectory he drew, in the foreign world.

It forms a new cycle of hell.

Now, as the crazy melody gradually dissipates, the influence of Huai Shi is gradually fading.

Under the call of the sublimator, one fulcrum after another gradually emerged from the cycle, replacing Huaishi's huge weight, laying the final column for this revitalized storm.

In the silence, Huai Shi trembled her hands and left the piano keys.

Gasing hard.

I felt dimness in front of me.

A heavy rain that covered the three-level realm and competed with the body of the Gospel and Holy See had completely overdrawn him. Even with the pure source and hell precipitation that kept coming from Guixu, it would be difficult to recover for a while.

Fully served.

And when he turned around, he saw thunder clouds and heavy rainstorms that spread to the end of his sight.

The lightning continued to descend, drawing a shrill track between the heaven and earth.

As the landing team advanced, it began to spread again.

After breaking away from Huai Shi's control, the cycle began to collapse at a slow speed, and the power leaked became more and more amazing.

However, even he himself didn't know how long this storm could last.

Maybe some ruler suddenly fell from the sky now, and the terrifying aura of disaster itself is enough to make the uncontrolled hell cycle collapse...

But even if it can only last for a few minutes, it is enough to play a role.

Under the cover and cover of heavy rain, most of the landing teams have entered the fog and temporarily separated from the monitoring and overlooking of the Gospel and Holy See.

Plant the roots of chaos and cause turbulent waves in this hell.

The destruction has just begun.

"If you hand over this answer, the men above should be satisfied, right?"

Huai Shi murmured softly, looking at the scene where the storm gradually swallowed everything, and sighed happily.

At least, there will be no more idle people saying that as a representative of the heavenly genealogy, he wanders outside the main battlefield every day and has no achievements... right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

The mouth grows on others, and it is their business if you say love.

But some things can be truly seen, exist there, and look down on all gossip indifferently.

Not worth caring about.

However, his rest did not last long.

Two minutes later, a low voice sounded, and outside the praise, the severely damaged sublimator fell on the steps, climbing upwards with difficulty.

The sign on the broken armor is...

"Deep Space Corps?"

Huai Shi was stunned.

Soon, with the help and rescue of the lattice team, the sublimator on the stretcher was carried to Huai Shi. The moment he saw Huai Shi, it was like an electric shock, and the wound broke and supported his body regardless of everything.

"Don't talk, be quiet!"

Huai Shi pressed his face through the oxygen mask, and Dasi Ming's divine nature moved, and then his face couldn't help but feel gloomy.

In the broken abdominal cavity, acid and pus slowly oozed out, and... familiar dark colors.

It is exactly the same curse as Liu Dongli.

Gastric juice from rancher!

Huai Shi frowned.

In perception, this guy has been completely eroded, his soul dissolved, his source material is thin, and even his body has become corrupt vesicles.

Where did this guy crawl over?

Can you still be alive?

"It's too late, Huai Shi, please... don't worry about me."

The strange man who had never seen before was gasping, raised his hand, and grabbed his wrist tightly: "As soon as possible...please...they..."

He looked at Huai Shi with a close eye and almost begged: "They are waiting for you..."

Bang!

A crack spread across his stiff face.

Breathing is cut off.

At that moment, the decaying soul quietly collapsed.

Losing the final support, the wreckage on the stretcher quickly turned into a pool of mud. There was only a little bright red mark, which was left in Huai Shi's hand, the top secret channel belonging to the Deep Space Legion, and has passed Huai Shi's verification.

Immediately afterwards, a scarlet and dazzling light emerged on Huai Shi's combat plan.

The call of the Deep Space Legion spreads.
Chapter completed!