Vol 2 Chapter 173: Supreme

Chapter 173
Under the night sky, in the ruins of the empty shield, the blood magician turned gently and stroked the darkened Kilika.
The next moment, like the black spider-like Kilika, the body's dense carapace began to tear, deform, and swell, the dark appearance began to turn red, and the blood red tentacles composed of more than a dozen human residual limbs protruded from the body. Bigger!
Kilika's body became more and more huge, until he returned to the red snake that Teres had seen, such as the giant squid tens of meters high, shaking his tentacles, making a strange whistling sound.
"Find the child."
The madness and paranoia that Giza had just disappeared with the purple-red markings on her face.
At this moment, she is quiet and peaceful, like a normal innocent girl, only to see the magician gently caress Kilika, the tone is light and gentle: "You know his taste, understand his breath, familiar with his blood. ......"
Giza gently sighed and looked strange: "It belongs to the blood of that guy."
"The guy who dreams of swallowing you."
The dozens of giant tentacles of the multi-headed snake shake at the same time, and the inside emits the "sweet" sound of flesh-and-blood friction.
"boom!"
The tentacles crashed and smashed dozens of deep gullies in the ruins, and the smoke rose.
Giza laughed, and she looked at the horrible Kirika with her beloved eyes, just like looking at her own angry, wagging puppy.
"Go, find him."
Giza, like a girl next door, paused for a second before she opened her lips and whispered softly: "Before he became a magician..."
"Kill him."
Even if it is to destroy the entire Longyan City.
Even if you expose yourself.
Even if...
In the huge body of Kilika, there was another disturbing and strange "sweet" sound.
The next second, its dozens of tentacles from different directions, successively plunged into the ground!
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Its flesh and blood is like the infinite proliferation, extending the length of the tentacle and dig into the ground!
Suddenly, Giza narrowed his eyes and turned his head in a dignified manner.
Among the smoke that Kilika ignited, a figure appeared suddenly and was slowly coming to the magician.
Giza gave a soft breath.
Sure enough, it is still a waste of time.
The figure in the smoke, a meal, slowly approaching.
The blood magician closed his eyes and shook his head gently: "Well, actually evacuated people from several surrounding areas..."
"The sons of Nakaru are not nothing."
Just at this time.
boom!
On the ground next to the figure, suddenly a medium-sized tentacle was pulled out.
In the smoke, the tentacles broke out and rushed toward the uninvited guest!
However, the figure in the smoke was just a light move.
"laugh!"
The sound of weapons into the flesh came.
next moment.
Giza is discolored and knees down!
"Ah-ah-----"
The blood magician screamed with pain in his face!

"Boom!"
In a few urban areas adjacent to the shield area, more than a dozen huge blood red tentacles broke out again!
For example, the sword area closest to the above aristocratic areas has such a huge tentacle. After destroying a stone house above the top, the earth and stone are broken and the sky is swept away.
At the moment of unearthing, these terrible tentacles, made up of flesh-and-blood human bodies, burst into the head and spread into countless smaller tentacles.
The small tentacles first stopped in the air, slowly turning around, and occasionally shaking one or two times.
It’s like being...
Sniffing.
In a short while, these small tentacles trembled together, and they quickly grew, proliferated, and extended, and went all the way.
At this time, the thin figure of a white cloak turned out from a corner and instantly fell before the roots of all the tentacles!
The tentacle sensed the close flesh and blood.
At that moment, countless tentacles were like the beasts of the beasts, and they came across the cloak that appeared.
The figure turned slightly and waved a special white-handled knife from his hand.
The knife light flashes.
"Hey!"
In the innumerable tentacle siege, the figure flashed between the moments, and even left the afterimage!
So far away, it seems that he is moving in several different directions and handing the blade.
The blade wiped almost every tentacle and brought out a wound.
But far more than that.
The next moment, the tentacles that had been wiped by the blade trembled fiercely!
Then, these life-like tentacles, the wound immediately began to black, and then large pieces withered, and finally like burning, the entire tentacle turned into fly ash!
The flesh and the fly ash are floating in time.
The man in the cloak fluttered again.
This time, the strange knife pierced the roots of these little tentacles - the red touch.
The huge tentacles shook violently, and bubbles and a lot of steam began to emerge from the place where the blade was plunged.
Then it also began to darken and wither.
Until it is completely turned into fly ash.
After leaving the roots, the little tentacles who landed on the ground seemed to feel something, and immediately madly shaken, and the snakes generally dispersed in all directions—escape the terrible man.
At this point, countless footsteps rang.
There are dozens of gray masked faces on the corner of the street!
They wore special equipment: arm shields, squats, streamlined white-handled long knives, stepping on the quick and skilled pace, blocking almost every tentacle trying to escape.
The action is neat, the body is flexible, and the consciousness is calm.
Then the hand fell off the knife.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
This time, the small tentacles cut by these blades did not turn into fly ash, but like normal limb damage, fresh red blood, but their lives are obviously not strong, their roots are strong, the tentacles are cut off After a large amount of blood flowed out, it fell to the ground and slowly contracted.
The man who first appeared - "The Comet" Nie Lai opened his cloak, and he looked serious, and he ignored the subordinates who were busy with the tentacles and walked toward the corner.
There, more members of the White Blade Guards are surrounded by an old but majestic person.
"According to Ms. Kashan’s intelligence, there are at least a dozen of such things in and around the shield area. Fortunately, we evacuated the residents in time, otherwise they would become food for that thing and squat."
The comet is reported seriously.
Nuen VII frowned, looking at a self-shaking tentacle in the distance, stepped on by a white-bladed guard, cut off, and shed fresh red blood.
"We have tried, ordinary anti-magic armed forces, can only ensure that they maintain the most basic action under the siege of these things," Niely noticed the king's sight, and he shook his strange blade. Slowly opening: "Only the legendary anti-magic armed forces such as the Blade of Broken Soul can eradicate these disgusting things while self-protecting."
The king nodded and his face was terrible: "Grivo has already set off with a scorpion gun - the catastrophe will not last long."
"But these things are still expanding, trying to find more people as food," behind the king, a bureaucrat-like bureaucrat who was worried and said: "Now there are even here - they will extend beyond the shield area sooner or later. Catching up with the residents we arranged to evacuate in other districts, even outside the city."
"It's got through it, it's getting bigger and bigger, just keep going this way, the whole dragon city..."
King Nunn raised his hand violently and stopped the report of his subordinates.
His eyes flashed with anger.
And firm.
The tentacles of this area were quickly cleared up.
King Nunn pinched his fist and looked up at the soldiers around him, shouting loudly: "White Blade Guard!"
"Yes!"
Including Nilailai, all the white-bladed guards turned their heads and angered.
Their eyes looked back at the king of the North.
King Nunn took a step forward and glared at him, watching every one of his guards, the elite white-bladed guards.
Dragon's Guard.
Exeter's strongest presence.
In the distance, the sound of earth and stone collapsed again.
King Nunn took a deep breath and the flames in his eyes grew stronger.
"Tell me! Kids!"
"When Exeter needs your protection..." The voice of the old king, Mai Xiong, sounded in everyone's ear:
"When Northland needs your fight..."
"You need to give your life..."
"When you run out of blood..."
King Nunn turned his head and stared at the red snake in the distance, staring at the vague and huge sound and shadow, and screamed:
"Do you hesitate?"
"tell me!"
At that moment, all the white-guard guards did not hesitate to straighten their bodies, and the right fist hit the left chest!
Boom!
The dull snoring sounded at the same time, like a person, heavy and shocking.
All the elite warriors screamed at the same time, deafening:
"No, kneel!"
"Hey!"
King Nunn turned and slammed the sword!
He was full of majesty and nodded to his guard: "Very good!"
"Nie Lai! You are responsible for scheduling!"
The comet squatted on one knee and punched his chest and his face was solemn.
"The White Blade Guards are all armed with anti-magic forces, walking around the edge of the shield," King Nunn calmly said to his guards: "Whether it is procrastinating, intercepting or strangling - give me this stuff in the shield Zone!"
"It's time to think about moving even a Northlander!"
Nie Lai nodded and got up and ordered.
"Everyone is divided into eight teams, each team has at least thirty people, check the anti-magic armed, bring the signal to the arrow, send a letter according to wartime standards," the comet looked at his subordinates, cold and authentic: "a group of five Form a circular array, deal with these small things, cutting and cutting is the most effective, pay attention to the footsteps, not to be entangled by multiple enemies."
"Meeting such a big guy," Niely kicked a big tentacle that had withered into a black dry limb, and shook his blade of broken soul: "Teach me!"
King Nunn sighed.
"Kashan said, the more people there face the disaster, the stronger it is - so you won't have backups," the king extended his right hand, firmly holding Nielai's right shoulder, looking straight ahead. : "Whether it is a patrol or a recruiting soldier - they are not armed with anti-magic, they can only die in vain."
"Our hope is on Grivo and your body, above the soul gun and the broken soul."
"Grivo has gone to find the disaster - it’s better to deal with it, and you have to do it now..."
In the eyes of the King of Nuen, there is a flash of light: "It is the caged mouse - completely cut off the power and retreat of that thing!"
Niely and the King looked at each other deeply, then nodded with firmness and respect: "We have no problem, kneel."
"Please tell us about the triumph in the palace."
But King Nunn shook his head: "I am going with you."
That second, Nie Lai’s eyes widened.
"Your knee, the front is very unsafe..."
King Nunn raised his hand solemnly and stopped his words.
"There are more than half of the White Blade Guards here, and the Palace of the Spirits may not be safe here."
"And I never doubted - where the White Blade Guard is," in the eyes of King Nunn, the unquestionable majesty: "It is the safest place in the world."
"Do you have any objections to this sentence?"
Niely was shocked.
At that moment, Nie Lai did not say anything, just clenched his teeth and solemnly nodded.
King Nunn loosened his shoulder and smiled happily:
"Come on, my warriors."
"Today, we are going to the land of our hometown to a war between humans and non-humans."
The old king looked up and looked at the cliff of the sky, looking at the statue of the British martial art with a long gun.
"Today, we have to follow the pace of Nakaru."
"Go to kill the legendary disaster."
The White Blade Guards have a color.
Nie's pupils gradually narrowed and slowly squeezed the weapon in his hand.
Nunn VII turned to a distant snake, took a deep breath and slowly spit out:
"Take those criminal criminals who have committed debts in our northland, whether it was six hundred years ago or now."
"Take those freaks that are devastating for thousands of years, endless disasters, and unreasonable."
"Take those evils that are killing and bloody."
"Take those who regard us as ants."
King Nunn clenched his fists and saw the fierce light:
"Destruction is exhausted!"

Giza suddenly fell to the ground, and the original ruddy and healthy face suddenly became gray and dry.
Moreover, this dull color is still growing in her face!
The multi-headed snake Kilika behind Giza felt the state of his master and frantically trembled.
With the action of Kilika, a few tentacles emerged from the perimeter of the figure and attacked the uninvited guest.

Hey!

Hey!

There were two sharp sounds coming into the smoke.
"Ah-ah, no-Kilika, that's..." Giza groaned in pain, his body trembled, his face darker and he seemed to be suffering.
Kilika suddenly squirmed and writhed.
"Kala!"
From the magician to the ground between the figure, the life is split!
A huge blood-red tentacle that stretched out from Kilika, squirming madly and breaking free from the ground.
Constantly shaking.
It seems to be experiencing the most terrible torture.
I saw this red-colored tentacle, which consists of a residual limb, starting from the front, starting from the figure in the smoke, turning black and withered at the extreme speed!
Like the fine cloth infested with ink, the black and dry momentum of the tentacle has been spreading toward the roots.
Extend to Kilika.
And Giza.
The blood magician lifted the black face, biting his teeth, and screamed: "Hugh!"
The next moment, the tentacles that were constantly getting dark, before the terrible momentum extended to Kilika...
Just self-expanding from the roots, then suddenly rupture!
"boom!"
A lot of blood is bursting out.
At that moment, Giza Tulman described the wolverine and his expression nervous.
Like a gecko breaks the tail, earning a living.
A little later, it will be ruined.
The black and dry trend extended to the place of the break, and finally unsustainable, completely turned this huge tentacle into a dry branch.
In the air, only the gasps of Giza on the ground remained.
Her face finally began to restore rosy colors.
The magician looked up and stared at the front.
Staring at the figure coming from the smoke.
The figure in the smoke slowly approached.
Along with it, there is also an unpleasant friction noise.
"Oh--"
Giza stood up from the ground and frowned slightly.
The coming person is tall, but the pace is strange - every step, the right leg should be dragged.
It’s like... a blind man.
"Oh--"
The ugly sound continues, sounding like a delicate instrument rubbing on rough rock faces.
Finally, a rude voice came from the smoke.
"The shield area is a sad place," the smoke gradually spread out, revealing a strong and refined man: "It is under the bold and optimistic and positive appearance of the northern people, covering the darkest colors of Longyan City."
"Oh--"
That noise is still going on.
This lame man is about thirty or forty years old, his face is flat, and his nose is soaring, and the chin with his chin makes him look rather rough.
"Some people are born in this unfortunate place. The only ones left to them by their fathers are poverty and hardship. The only ones they have learned are tenacity and tenacity."
The man limped forward and his voice was full of grief.
"Oh--"
Giza's brows wrinkled more and more tightly - she found the source of the noise: behind the man dragged a two-meter long metal pistol.
The dark gun head was dragged to the ground, making an unpleasant rubbing sound.
The blood magician's eyes stared at the rifle, his eyes full of strange colors.
"Some people are here to get out of the crowd, and they come here to spend the most valuable future in exchange for the most unpredictable future, and to keep some memorable things for themselves, for their families, for future generations."
The right hand of the scorpion dragged the heavy rifle with his hand, and the figure turned to reveal his left face.
Giza saw his most conspicuous character - this man has no left ear.
He was supposed to be the place of the ear, and there was only one round hole left - as if it had been cut by Qigen.
"But no matter who it is, it is a last resort. In this broken area, which is called the shield area, but the entire thick wall of the wind and snow is not owed, it is a shelter."
"Here, some people camp, small gas market, some people are ignorant, war, some people are lonely and desperate, full of disabilities, some people are impulsive, temper."
"Oh--"
The man limped forward, his expression sad and his voice low.
"They are just ordinary people, but they are also poor people."
"But they are still under the feet of the most powerful people of Exeter, with the unique, most contented attitude, the strongest smile of the Northland people, doing the most sinister livelihood, holding the most meager income, embrace The poorest hope, live the most bleak life."
"They have no unrivalled power, no great merits, no honorable glory, no noble title, no glorious blood. - They are still biting their teeth, swallowing blood, tears, and tightening each piece. Muscle, struggling to live."
The man stopped his limping and stood in front of Giza.
He turned his head and looked at a ruin.
There, there is a broken hand of a child lying quietly.
The man jerked back, and this time his eyes looked unobtrusively at the magician.
It is filled with indifference, loneliness, disappointment, pain, hatred - and death.
"This is the shield area - even the snow is black and smeared." The scorpion is plain.
"In the great Exeter, in the majestic Palace of the Spirit, under the glory of the beautiful Northland," the man's eyes swept over the surrounding ruins, revealing a trace of pain:
"We are struggling and we are struggling."
"We are more like the northern people than the strongest northerners."
The lame man with only one ear looked cold, raised his rifle and looked at Giza.
"And you..."
"But even this tragic and unfortunate opportunity, this opportunity to bite and rob the hope must be in the hands of nothing we have."
"Deprivation is exhausted."
"We are in your eyes," the man gently closed his eyes, the more the gun on his hand tightened, the pain in his words:
"Like a bug, trample on it and let it knead."
"Is it."
"Disaster?"
The blood magician spit out a deep breath, and his eyes were extremely dignified.
She did not answer the words of the man.
It seems as if I don't want to waste time.
She just put her eyes on the gun.
After a few seconds, Giza slowly came out.
"After six hundred years..."
"The master of the gun of the soul."
While Giza comforted the Kelika behind him, he gasped and said plainly: "Is it such a blind man?"
The man snorted.
The Blood Magician raised his head and turned his eyes to the cliff of the sky.
She looked at the human hero, Nakaru Axe's statue of the Invitro, and looked down at the man with his lame, frowning.
It seems to be doing a comparison.
After a moment, Giza sighed for a long time:
"It's too far too far?"
The man stared at her tightly, without saying anything.
"What, this age..."
"As long as it is a polar environment," Giza disdainly said: "Can you master the legendary anti-magic armed?"
"call!"
The one-handed man turned his hands, the long guns made a fierce wind, and the dark gun head pointed to Giza.
The gun head shook slightly.
"Hey..."
Just as a rifle has its own life.
"Drew Grivo, a common epee infantry in Longyan City, levied a call." He sighed.
"By the way," holding a stun gun, the man named Grivo's lame man said coldly: "The entire shield..."
"I am covered."
"Hey?" Giza's face was cold. She grinds her teeth, but she rarely smiles. "Thank you, thank you."
She looked around the ruins of the surrounding streets and shook her head.
"Take your home."
"The cleaning is so clean."
Grivo was not irritated by her words.
The man just dragged his lame and gently step forward.
"Just just say hello."
"You should also know the origin of this weapon," Grivor knocked on the rifle in his hand and silently said: "When I took it ten years ago, Melk was taking my other one. The ears are gone."
The man's eyes began to become pure.
"The Gun of the Soul, the great weapon of Nakaru."
"All life in this world, from dragons to ants, from demons to flowers."
"Once it was stabbed by this rifle," Grivo stared at his gun and looked at his eyes. "All the vitality of the whole body is lost."
At that moment, the man who was lame, the momentum began to change.
As if coming to the worst battlefield.
"All life."
"Up and down the whole body."
Giza did not speak.

The touch of death,
Grivo looked up and said coldly:
Just need to light it.

The girl who has always been gentle and smiling, looking at the gun without emotion at the moment.
Looks for a long time.
As if recalling something.
"This is the unparalleled ability of the legendary anti-magic armed, sorcerer's gun," the ambush infantry who was wounded and gnawed:

‘戮绝’.

Grivo took back the rifle and carefully observed his opponent.
"Every legendary anti-magic armor is born for one or a few magical masters."
"And this legendary rifle is designed to deal with you..."
Grivo blew a sigh of relief at the gun:
"The disaster of blood."
"The enemy of life."
"For the guy who can't be sealed normally, cast the legendary anti-magic arm."
The next moment, Grimaud was shot in the cold.
"boom!"
His well-being left leg slammed, strong but disabled body, amazingly violent!
Rush to the ugly Giza.
The sly gun of the soul, with the invincible momentum of the battlefield ascending, stabbed forward.
"Hey..."
In the air, the dark tip releases a pleasant vibration.
The vibration is getting more and more urgent.
As if eager.
Desire to release the touch of death.
I'm wrong!
It would have been updated at noon.
I ran to see "If the snail has love", I was fascinated.
Pack your bags and go home for the New Year.
(End of this chapter)