It was windy, a strong wind!

Accompanied by the strong wind, are the very humid air environment and the sudden dim sky.

At this moment, the local weather has been changed.

Above the sky, dark clouds filled with dazzling lightning flashed from time to time, accompanied by low thunder.

The drizzle of rain began to fall.

A depressing atmosphere permeates the dimness of lightning that shines from time to time.

And in the storm that was about to come, a group of tall figures stood there with...the fish face could not see any useful expression.

However, the roar from that desperate moment made the middle and senior officials of the depraved race who were thinking of killing the death to ignite hope again.

And more importantly, in the storm, the explosives that scared them seemed to have lost their effect...

Not to mention that it is completely useless, if you are not lucky, you may still be killed on the spot.

But at least, the threat is much smaller than just now, and it is no longer as accurate as just now

At this moment, after seeing the group of fish people with dark clouds, lightning, heavy rain and dimness as the background, everyone here suddenly was stunned.

"Barton, aren't you dead??"

Urnot stopped, his huge one-eyed eyes showed full shock - the resurrection of the dead?

When will the "God of the Deep Sea" have this authority to resurrection?

Even if there is, Patton is not a "Divine Choice". Why would he be saved and resurrected by the gods?

Not long ago, they all agreed that Barton and other guys were killed by the later "skinders"... After all, skin cannot be fake.

And the skinned skinners who were blown to the point where only dozens of them were still moving, although they had no scalp at this moment, they felt their scalp numb...

They immediately felt that Patton and other guys were here to seek revenge.

Being chased by enemies is also one of their daily routines in this world, but today's daily routine is a bit fatal.

"I'm dead?"

Patton, who was preparing to support the survivors, was stunned and interrupted by this sudden message: When did I die? Why didn’t I know about this?

But soon after seeing those "skinders", he immediately realized the reason...

After all, they just passed by these guys not long ago, so naturally they knew that they were wearing "fish skin"...

Not to mention depression, when he heard that "relative" who had such a little bit of blood relationship with him was hacked to death, Patton felt sad and didn't even have any negative emotions.

I even wanted to laugh out loud.

This means that when he returns to his own tribe in the future, he will lose another powerful opponent in order to promote the glory of the "Lord".

However, Patton did not express his thoughts, and shouted loudly as if he had never seen the other person on his face:

"Although I don't know what you saw, you hurry up. This storm can only last for more than ten minutes and it won't last long. What are you still in Moji? Do you want to be bombed to death?"

That is, as he finished speaking, some extremely destructive shells broke through the rain curtain and fell on the earth not far away from them, terrifying waves of air burst out.

Although the impact of the explosion was quickly dispersed by the strong wind and was flooded by heavy rain.

But that means, those guys are catching up again!

There is not much time left for them to think...

If they don't want to be killed by Colin, then the only direction they can escape at this moment is the heavy rain area on Patton, and there is no choice at all.

"At this time, we don't join forces and let go of those prejudices, and we can only wait to be killed by the other party!"

Patton stood in the heavy rain of wind and thunder, shouting, and his voice was conveyed clearly, clearly and directly with the blessing of some mysterious force.

At this moment, he was holding a spear in his right hand, and the fish fins on his back stood up high, his muscles collided high, and his cracked lips were covered with fangs, which looked quite ferocious.

But for the fallen races, this style is normal...

Immediately, after thinking with the numb brain for a few seconds, Urnot gritted his teeth, took the rest of his tribe to make a decision and ran forward.

After having the "leader", other degenerate races eventually chose to trust each other.

After all, no matter what, the remnants of the world are family. At such a dangerous moment, Patton will not betray the survivor, right?

This possibility is too small...

Urnot, who was running forward, had just had such thoughts in his heart, and immediately shook his head secretly and laughed at himself for thinking too much.

"And you, why haven't you moved yet?"

Patton looked at the hesitant skinners, "Hurry up and run, do you see if it's time for infighting?"

Hearing this, the skinders hesitated for a moment, although they didn't know what purpose Patton was to help them.

But at this moment, they all developed an indescribable feeling... touching.

Although only a little...

But this also made the leader of the skinning leader secretly decide that if he had the chance in the future, he would kill Patton and then peel it instead of peeling it alive...

Soon, when they ran into the wet rain curtain and stepped on the muddy land soaked by heavy rain, all the fallen races felt rebirth.

Urnot couldn't help but slow down a little, opened his mouth wide, and greedily accepted the rain falling from the sky.

The large amount of water consumed before was replenished at this moment, the dry throat was moistened, and the almost explosive lungs were also restored by the rain.

Those "Crimson Sons" use their skin to absorb moisture crazily. Due to intense exercise, the water evaporates rapidly. The Crimson Sons whose body size has been reduced by several times have gradually returned to their original state...

If it weren't for the sound of cannon explosions in the rear...

They don't want to leave anymore.

At this moment, the depraved race of tens of thousands of words has only been left with less than ten thousand heads...

Go away with excitement and return with excitement...

Most of the members died in ruthless artillery fire. In that battle that could not be said to be a battle, every time a group of compatriots turned into minced meat and flew into the sky.

The flag bearer who was just shouting for charge turned into a scum in the next second, with wailings and screams everywhere.

That scene is nothing different from hell, and it makes people not want to remember it at all.

Of course, more parts of the company have chosen to lie down and still be slaughtered, no longer resist, and have no strength to resist...

What can be kept up now is basically the degenerate race that is moving upwards by the middle class within the clan...

Not long after, when they fled near in the rain, a strange light suddenly flashed across the fish eyes on both sides of Patton.
Chapter completed!