The explosion suddenly came.

It was like a surprise, and it was stuck on everyone's face.

Among them, Yeats, who reacted the fastest, seemed to have been touched by electricity. At the moment the praise of Shengya’s, layers of light had already risen and covered her body.

I only had time to say something swearing.

Then, the swear words were covered by loud noises.

The terrifying flame light spread, pouring in countless curses and malicious flames condensed into real essence, like an indefinite beast, opening its mouth and biting everything. The metal steam rose into the sky like a sea tide, emitting a dazzling light.

When the shock wave passes, the solemn hall is burned by the fire, and then it is shrouded in darkness.

Darkness bursts out from the center of the explosion, surging, spreading to all directions, and finally turns into sharp gray crystals.

Like a flower of glass, Tuyuan's bloomed from the sacred city, forming solidified scars.

Thus, a signal of destruction was sent.

Under careful arrangement, a chain-like "death Explosion" rose from all parts of the city, and loud noises overlapped one by one, and a vague and weird melody was played.

The climax of "The Great Overture of 1812" is under the invisible baton, and is marching in hell with magnificent spirits, leaving behind dazzling fireworks and solidified crystals.

In the end, the entire city was completely swallowed up.

The terrifying shock spread throughout the realm of hell, and the instantaneous rising source signal is clearly audible even in the present situation, like a festival fireworks show.

The earth was shocked.

The flames soar.

Everything was shrouded in destruction.

Only in the distance, the final beast's dark eyes were illuminated by flames.

Take a deep breath of ashes blowing from the storm.

A hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's like conveying your greetings to the abyss.

Silent smile.

When the earth-shaking waves swept by, the wrathful holy light rose again, covering everything that was devastated. Under the miracle of the god of the abyss, the devastated ruins disappeared.

The power of God runs in the abyss, and the glow flows. Wherever he passes, new cities and sacred temples emerge from the void. Even the angels who were completely evaporated in the explosion were reborn under the gift of the sea of ​​chaos, crazily praising the holy name.

In an instant, the traces left by the destruction disappeared.

Like a bubble.

Under the control of divinity, the city of Purgatory was created again.

But this time, the scarlet light with cold murderous intent was like a sight, scattered thousands of miles, plowing inch by inch from the soil, without missing any suspicious points.

In the end, nothing was found.

Above the sky, the huge eyes opened slowly closed.

Only before the Holy Church, the righteous who bowed to the earth on one knee and received the hadith and commandments, and sweated like a pulp.

And in another dark hall, all participants fell into silence.

Even with the strength of those present, they would not be damaged in the sudden attack, but in the midst of turmoil, they would inevitably be covered in dust.

I had no hope of really killing any heavyweight ruler in this way, but completely abandoning lethality, but the humiliation was greatly improved.

"I said that Huai Shi is a threat at any time."

Yeats, the representative of the senior victim Golden Dawn, said coldly: "It's impossible not to eliminate it."

For a moment, not only the high priests of the Land of Blessings, but also the participants who were originally gloating nodded in a resentful manner and expressed their agreement.

Everyone was singing and having a meeting, but suddenly they were blown up by Huai Shi.

Where to reason?

Besides, even if you can't kill it once, you can't stand it once every three days. People will inevitably eat, sleep and go to the toilet while they are alive. No one wants to be disgusted unexpectedly.

Otherwise, if this goes on, you will be able to live a life?

Besides, who has few relatives? Even if you go to hell, you will not be hungry after eating alone, but how many people should serve tea and water?

When the words "confidant" and "big trouble" were organically combined in Huai Shi, the same disgusting feeling that was originally present actually appeared in everyone's hearts after being super doubled.

After a long period of disputes, everyone actually abandoned the dispute and reached a consensus on Huai Shi's matter. It has to be said that this mess is too outrageous.

At least, Justice never thought that one day, he would rely on the genealogy of heaven to unite the abyss.

But now, after everyone determined the culprit, they looked at Yeats again and couldn't help but feel a little resentful. If it weren't for your Golden Dawn making a mess, could you put that mad dog in hell in the present situation?

The work is very good, don't do it next time.

For a moment, Ye Zhi's heart was mixed. I really didn't know that he should thank Huai Shi for helping Huang Jinli Ming clear Erwuzi's injustice.

I should still hate Huai Shi copying his own homework.

But the plan will have some obstacles, as long as the current network does not lose control, a mere Huai poem cannot cause much storm in the abyss.

Does he still dare to show up openly?

At best, it was just like a mouse hiding its head and revealing its tail in secret and causing some damage.

He suppressed the uneasy premonition in his heart. After comforting himself for a few words, he focused on what was happening in front of him. Even if a consensus had been reached, everyone unanimously decided to "fire, theft, and anti-soji poems, but the specific operation was still difficult.

Even if they really have a way to find out Huai Shi.

Can we still let all parties relax the secret rituals and allow Golden Dawn or the Land of Blessings to conduct a large-scale inspection?

Not to mention anything else, Xuan Daoqing, the representative of the devastated country, looked absent-minded, and glanced at all those who dared to pay attention.

As for the Sea of ​​Thunder, they never come.

Does anyone dare to come to the door and say I'll look for it at your house?

I'm afraid that as soon as I finished saying this, Huai Shi would die of laughter on the old wicked tree. Besides, who can be sure that no one else will do anything in the process?

The moment Erwuzi's existence was confirmed, the cracks appeared quietly in everyone's hearts. Perhaps this was the real purpose of Huai Shi's attack this time? Do you like to see them crying and fighting?

In this way, the meeting was in shirk responsibility and stalemate again.

Everyone parted in disagreement.

as always.

Yeats sat in place, and only left the Holy City after watching the others leave.

As the pages opened, flowing water appeared in the void, and a small boat stopped by him quietly, and things were like spirits carrying him away silently.

However, after walking a little bit, I saw a huge carriage parked in the wilderness, as if waiting for him.

The emblem of the destruction of the country was hung on the solemn and luxurious frame, which made Yeats feel slightly stunned. He immediately stopped in front of the carriage and saw the figure of the ruler behind the curtain.

"It seems that Xuandaoqing seems to have some advice?"

"There is no point in giving advice, I just want to say something in front of it."

Xuan Daoqing said calmly: "The country is not interested in your plan, but I hope Golden Dawn can handle the troubles he has caused and don't happen such outrageous things again.

You know, Your Majesty has high hopes for this war."

"We'll do the same."

Yeats replied: "But now it seems that the threat posed by Huai Shi is still expected. I hope that the country will not be left out of the situation."

"Why, Golden Dawn also lacks confidence in himself?" Xuan Daoqing seemed surprised: "It's really a strange thing."

"The demise should also be aware of the threat of the heavenly lineage."

Yeats had no expression on his face: "Once the ashes rekindled, they will become uncontrollable wildfires. Until now, they are still Huai Shi, and the real fox is still hidden behind the scenes."

"Ha, you always value these things, but ignore the opponents in front of you...Long-term plans, complex plans, and a broad future blueprint. You are guarding against someone who will not appear in front of you, but the person who decides the victory and defeat will never hide behind the scenes.

Yeats, one day you will understand this principle."

The brief dialogue ended here, Xuandaoqing's carriage disappeared into the distance surrounded by blood.

Yeats was still expressionless and just stared at the afterimage.

He sneered and moved forward again.

However, after walking out another piece, a cloud of mist enveloped him.

In the mist, a solemn and luxurious mask emerged.

The ruler of the dark eye, Qingyin, waited for a long time.

"You're late, Yeats," he said.

"I met another guest on the way, and it seemed that I had smelled some wind to find out the details."

Yeats smiled slightly: "Your Qingmu, don't worry, Golden Dawn's position and attitude have never changed, and the covenant between us remains the same.

Domineering like a blessing, will not allow a second voice in the coalition. The dark eye is willing to stand up, so we are naturally happy to support it.
To be continued...