“It’s fine if it’s useful”

A man named Yeats leaned on a chair and looked at the book without raising his head, saying, "Golden Dawn is not a sensational institute."

"What is that?"

Lu Baiyan asked: "What is the purpose of destroying the Kingdom of Heaven and causing the fall of the Ideal Kingdom for so many years?"

"Of course it's to destroy this world."

After Yeats put the bookmarks, he closed the collection of poems in his hand and replied calmly: "The literal meaning is that everyone, every place where people are, every person's achievements and works are completely destroyed without leaving any trace."

The gentle man said the most brutal words in the world. After a slight pause, he told him meaningfully: "But before that, some people must first die."

All the remnants of the ideal country, all those who try to reorganize the genealogy of heaven and recreate the past must be given the most complete destruction and death.

At all costs.

Just like Russell's determination.

If the two sides could barely maintain a little harmony in hell while mixing sand with each other, then now it would be the most complete break.

In the deep hell, two branch campuses under the jurisdiction of Ramanujan and Ms. Chen have begun a fierce war with the rulers.

Soon, the Ivory Tower will also pay the price for its arrogance.

At this moment, accompanied by Yeats' words, in the carriage, which was supposed to be carrying goods and wood, there were pairs of blood-red pupils slowly opening.

The sleeping legion was awakened.

The solidifiers from the Dawn of Golden felt the approaching murderous intent.

At this moment, a scarlet circle suddenly appeared above the sky, four radiating blood lights circling from above the circle, and a small dot appeared from the center of the circle.

It was like a sniper rifle aiming at the train from afar.

The terrifying forces far away on the border are slowly accumulating.

A cold look downward.

——Calling the Dragon Flute.

This is the real war form of Dragon Swallow. As the largest abyss probe in the world, it is also the prototype of the ultra-deep hell strike weapon that was once assembled by the Ideal Country on the eve of its fall.

But now, it is not in a hurry to drop the blow of destruction.

Just showing your existence.

Declare this indescribable anger to the traitors of the past.

"Look, they're looking at us."

Yeats chuckled.

But Lu Baiyan was unmoved and instead looked at the mountains in the distance from the window.

It's like being able to feel the resonance between this destiny.

“He is there.”

Through countless dancing winds and strong winds, staring at the distant figure... I could see the violent glow after the infinite storm, and my pupils were stinged by the sharp force and blood appeared.

"Is that Russell's sun? It's so dazzling..."

Lu Baiyan whispered softly.

"Yes," said Yeats, "in the foreseeable future, it will be brilliant."

"No, he won't."

At that moment, the crown of national sorrow appeared above Lu Baiyan's head.

After seventy years of silence, the former Dasiming stared indifferently at his juniors and his own substitute.

The moment when they were staring at each other, what emerged from both sides was the most straightforward and purest determination.

He said, "I'm going to kill him."

At that moment, the boy beside the bonfire seemed to hear his words on the mountain.

Smiling calmly.

The fingers that fell in front of the knees were slightly buzzing.

Knocked off the note that opened the prelude.

So, the White Walkers crawling on the train raised their red pupils, as if they had noticed something, staring at the surging wind and snow ahead.

Amid the vast desolate whiteness, a erratic shadow suddenly appeared.

Following the endless tracks, heading towards the speeding train.

Step by step, move forward.

Under the windbreaker dancing in the blizzard, the slender palm dragged the heavy sword, cutting the wind and frost, causing the iron blade to rub against the frost, and sparks to fly.

The train roared.

Amid the deep sounds of countless railroad tracks, a high-pitched whistle burst out.

On the roof of the car, the white ghosts with slender hands and feet began to squirm, with vague and sharp sounds brewing in their throats. They swallowed saliva before hunting, waiting for someone to dare to climb onto the death train.

They were fighting for the front position with each other and were ready to slam.

Compared with the speeding train, the erratic figure was so slow, but when he stepped, his footprints seemed to defeat the ice and snow, imprinted in the stones and iron under the flying snow.

Then, from the sound of the wind, hissings and the roar of the train, a clear sound suddenly sounded.

Just like a vibrating string.

It was the sword blade that cut the flying snow and the low sound of the wind, the mountain whispered silently, grinding its teeth and sucking blood, and its eyes were scarlet in the cage, staring at the prey in front of it.

In the driver's seat, the driver who turned into a zombie widened his eyes in a daze, feeling the contradictions and conflicts between the predetermined commands and reality.

Just in front of the track, the sudden blocker raised the heavy sword in his hand and pointed it at the speeding train ahead.

--cut!

In an instant, high heat swept through, as if lava flowed over the sword blade, causing all the insignificant snow and ice to melt, penetrated the storm, and at the moment of breaking away from the shackles, it violently destroyed everything in front of it.

A violent shock burst.

The terrifying train full of hell creatures collided with sword blades, and what was triggered was not loud noises and roars, but sad and sad sound of the piano!

Singing to the wanderers!

The once unparalleled classics, the song of the wanderer written by the Gypsies, were played from the blade at this moment.

Under the torn hood, Yuanyuan raised his eyes, and a hot glow burst out from his eyes.

The black totems that were originally hidden under the thin clothes were rapidly expanding and spreading, climbing up her face, making the pretty and quiet cheeks become solemn and solemn.

The moment the piano sounded, the miracle engravings that were silent in the blood also awakened, causing the originally pitch-black lines to turn red, growing rapidly, and even breaking through the manifestation of the **, and a slender and curved horn projection appeared between her forehead.

Miracle seals·Prisoning the cow!

The fragments peeled from the dragon veins flowing on the earth of Dongxia are the traces of gods formed by the descendants of the dragon. They are shown in the world with the endless melody of the world and the sound of all things as carriers!

At this moment, accompanied by the melody of wielding the sword, the long dragon roar appeared from the song of the violin, shaking the heaven and earth in front of you, causing all the insignificant things to shatter into dust.

The train shook violently, and the terrifying waves spread. The hot burning wind swallowed the flying White Walkers and instantly turned into ashes.

The speeding train actually derailed under this sword, tilted from the original road, staggered towards the rugged ice field, and passed by the original fate.

Starting from the front of the train, a huge crack emerged from the body and spread rapidly with the advance of the sword blade. Just like a giant beast that had been cut open, a viscous and foul blood gushed out from it, leaving a rapidly spreading red mark on the pale ice field.

Many cars were rolling upside down, and countless debris flew out of the broken cars.

In the vibration, Ting's face suddenly raised its hand, and a vague and low chant came from the face covered with cracks. The originally tilted carriage was suspended in the air by invisible force and slowly landed on the ground.

Outside the car, Yuan Yuan raised his hand and pulled off the cumbersome windbreaker on his body, revealing the slim white shirt.

The long hair that was tied into a ponytail fluttered from the snowy wind.

Like a flag.

"Just just said hello."

She asked calmly: "Can you please stop hiding next?"

In this way, she raised the blade of the sword in her hand towards the White Walkers and corpse dogs climbing out of countless trains. In the reflection of the sword ridge, Shan Jun, who was free from the shackles, roared silently.

Unlike the gentle melody of the past, under the blessing of the miracle of the prison bull, the performance on the sword blade has become vast and magnificent. The empty emotions originally placed in the sound of the piano have been transformed into real power, and as she advances, she is tyrannical.

In this way, it instantly turned into a howling meteorite, easily knocking through the cabin's shell, breaking into the darkness, bringing burning flames.

Sweep!

A perfect trajectory was left in the darkness, shaving all opponents blocking the front half!

But there was another shrill cry in the wind.

The blade is raised and the steel collides.

Outside the broken carriage, the falling light illuminated the attacker.
To be continued...