Chapter 898: 　Dead War Night

On the street facing the manor, an off-road vehicle stopped. The tailpipe of the car is still emitting black smoke with difficulty. Even in the era when the speeding vehicle on the surface is far from popular, this off-road vehicle is completely antique. The driver was a priest, with a rough face under his gray-blue messy hair. His priest's robe was also washed a little white, and a cross was hung around his neck, and its corner was broken.
The priest squinted his eyes, and the direction of the garden said, "Here."
"Yeah." A woman answered in the back.
The woman was dressed in red and red trousers, and her tight-fitting outfit emphasized her crazy curves. Especially in the completely closed neckline of the jacket, two of soft flesh almost rushed out. She lifted her leg and kicked the car door, and got out of the car in the priest's painful eyes. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, and drew one elegantly from it and placed it on his lips. Inhale, the cigarette will light by itself.
"Come on?" Father woman.
The priest shook his head weakly and smiled: "I can't get used to it."
"You don't smoke, drink or play with women, it's so boring."
The priest denied: "I will kill."
"It's scary." The woman turned towards the manor. "Let's go and kill."
"Hmm, tonight is the last time to kill, so good."
The woman breathed out a smoke ring, wondering if she was asking the priest or herself: "Is it really good to die here?"
"Okay, you can sleep peacefully, what's wrong." The priest smiled and said, "Of course, you are still young, but you haven't had the time to sleep in."
The woman shrugged.
The two walked towards the manor.
When Mobit went through the window to cool the strange men and women on the street, he instinctively told him that the person who came was not good. Suddenly the priest looked up in his direction and they were far apart, but Mobit knew him.
The priest lifted his hand and made a downward pressure.
As soon as Mobit's face changed, he must release his momentum with all his strength. The sudden change occurred, a strong force fell from the sky, and Mobit shook his whole body as soon as he touched it. Not only was he shaking, the room was shaking from the ceiling to the floor, from the bed to the table and chairs. The shock spread and spread around this room, spreading across the entire manor.
The strong earthquake disappeared suddenly.
Then came the landslide, the ground cracked, and the ground fell apart.
The entire Manor of Alifant was crushed by a giant hand, and the earth and stone buildings collapsed. The soldier guards hidden in the manor were either fried into meat sauce or crushed buildings underneath. The entire manor was turned into ruins, and the dust rose up like a curtain. Under the broken stone pillars, blood was constantly flowing out, converging in a low-lying area, shocking.
The two momentums rushed.
Mobit was pointing his finger for a long time, and the surrounding sand splashed towards the periphery like a fountain. Although he was fine, the bandage on his chest was mostly dyed red, and obviously it took a lot of effort to escape from the force field that appeared out of nowhere. Allifant was more embarrassed, the fat man was still wearing pajamas. The pajamas naturally turned into a strip of cloth, and the general was ashamed and grimace in front of the ruins, crying and scolding his mother.
But the air was extremely dry and irritable, and the atmosphere was even more like a tight string, which made the Fatty dare not take a breath, for fear of affecting the auras of the two parties in this space that are trying to confront each other.
The priests and women who were still strolling on the street before have arrived at the manor somehow, standing in the fairly spacious vestibule. The priest smiled, the woman was cold-eyed, and both were equal, but put Alifant aside.
Mobit was expressionless, and at this dramatic change, he still had a face of honor and disgrace, and his determination was amazing. He came to the flat ground from the rubble, humanely said: "Probably if I ask who you are, you won't say anything."
The priest still looks like Mr. Good, and smiles faintly: "In the light and hidden society, from 2 to 10 points, each number is divided into four levels of spades, red hearts and clubs. Among them, except for spades, the rest are all ordinary Members. In addition to this, there are six makeup clowns, black and white clowns, kqja, which is for the six-member council, and is also the head of the entire Guangyinhui."
He pointed to himself: "I am a black and white clown, and the one who came with me is a. So, is the President satisfied?"
Morbit finally frowned.
If the other party does not speak out, it is highly suspected of concealing one's identity, and even doing a good job as an assassin method that misses the distance. But now that people have spoken it openly, it has exposed the core composition of the mysterious organization of Guangyin Society. It is determined to keep oneself, otherwise, how could it be so easy to deal with?
"I'm afraid it's not that simple to kill me. Take 10,000 steps back. Even if you succeed in killing, it must be a good thing for you?" Mobitt said solemnly, "Looking at the way you acted in the past, there are few such things. Intervene directly, why, Guangyin no longer intends to hide in the sewer?"
"That's right." The priest nodded and smiled: "As for the life and death of the President, you don't have to worry about it. What I can tell you is that the Federation can't mess up."
Mobit squinted his eyes: "Alan?"
The priest stroked his palm and said with a smile: "Sure enough, he is a wise man."
"So, where is he in you?"
"2 of spades."
Mobit laughed: "Senior member, it's okay. If it's just a peripheral member, it's too much weight."
"That's true, then, your Excellency, do you have enough rest?" The priest smiled: "If we have enough rest, let us get the business done."
"You're so generous, I'm not doing anything while resting?"
"Gentle dare not say, after all, you are the president, you have to convince you to die."
Mobit no longer speaks, his aura suddenly rises. A group of gray awns exploded, and quickly gathered together, forming a luminous armor coat on the surface of his body. The armor was gone for a while, and the president was no different from normal, but his body's vitality rose steadily. The source of power was like opening a box, and waves were higher than waves. The surrounding rubble shook, the dust and smoke on the ground suddenly set off a gray tornado, the blue dragon swayed and thunder sounded. At the moment, Mobit's momentum was like a black cloud passing through the border, rushing toward the priest and the woman.
The manor suddenly flew sand and rocks, ghosts weeping.
"I'm coming?" the woman asked knowingly.
The priest tore off the cross on his neck and put it in the hands of the woman prudently: "After tonight, send it to the child for me. The church will be given to him in the future."
The woman hummed: "You are dead, that kid is too scared to live comfortably. Or, I send him to meet you?"
I thought that a priest who was always good at talking would get angry, but he said: "Whatever you want."
Then turned to face the president, hunting all over his clothes.
The woman put the cross in her jacket pocket and snorted.
The priest added: "Don't let him go."
The woman said "Um" and pointed her hand high in the sky. One by one, two, three or four, a pillar of fire constantly rising around the manor, the pillar of fire slowly swirling, forming a ring of flames, enclosing the entire manor. The Yanbi is 100 meters high, which is nothing to Mobit. But the president knew that even if he could leap up to a hundred meters in the sky, not to mention the priest-like master staring at him, the woman code-named a would definitely be more than just such a trick.
Mobit doesn't think about getting away, if he wants to live tonight, he can only kill these two masters.
Only fight to death!
The priest's clothing that was urged by Mobit's energy to hunt and hunt suddenly stopped moving, and the next moment it quietly fell apart, revealing the priest's not strong body. Then the priest's muscles squirmed, as if there were hundreds of thousands of insects hidden under the skin, and the skin turned from white to blue, and then from blue to blue. Then the scales began to float, hexagonal, the size of the flakes. As if a piece of scaly armour was turned out from under the skin, it fell down and covered the whole body.
The priest's hair grew violently, his eyes turned into vertical golden pupils, and his ears were pointed. From the center of the eyebrows, to the chin, continue to bulge forward, like a wolf kiss. The bones in his body shook softly, his hands stretched, and his palms widened and widened. From the back of the hand and the spine behind the waist, black thorns stick out. Finally, the shoes exploded and the soles of the feet turned into claws. At this moment, the priest was no different from a monster.
The body's energy is not weaker than Mobit, and it is full of brutal animality.
Mobit was surprised and said: "Ancestor?"
The priest nodded, there was no more smile in the vertical pupil. He stretched out his hand and touched it, holding the first black thorn behind his back, and suddenly pulled it out! I saw a black rainbow bringing a few drops of blood into the hands of the priest, but it was a black and inconspicuous bone gun. Mobit dare not care, the ruler is armed with engraving, and the ancestor is the original ancestor blade. The former is good at defending and the latter is good at offensive. This is the principle of shield and spear.
The original ancestor blades are strange and strange, one or two or countless, totally uncertain. But what is certain is that the original ancestor blade intersects with the lives of the ancestors, no matter what form the original ancestor blade is powerful. After all, the engraving weapon of the ruler used source force to defend, but the original ancestor blade of the other side attacked with his life. That's really desperate!
The priest was also welcome, bowed like a full string, and threw a black bone spear in a spear-throwing posture.
Black electricity flashed across the manor.
The sky storm suddenly disappeared completely~EbookFREE.me~ The gray dragon with its teeth and claws also disappeared. Mobit's eyes widened. He held a black bone spear tightly in both hands, his legs plowed into the ground like knives, and he slammed into the ruins behind him with his spear.
There was a violent cry.
A five- to six-meter wide passage was suddenly cleared from the ruins. On both sides of the passage, whether it was gravel steel bars or human debris, were neatly cut off. The cut surface is extremely smooth, but the cut parts are instantly annihilated, turning into subtle things that can't even be mentioned as dust.
Mobit was standing in the passage.
The fragments of the bones in his hand turned into powder in midair. The president shook his body, and blood spilled from his nose and mouth.
There was a whistling in the air.
Mobit raised his head, the priest bounced into the air, and hugged him. The whole figure smashed like a ball, and the end of the man came, and Mobit's feet swelled and shook away, and the momentum was astonishing!
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