"President!"

"President, wake up!"

"President White!"

"Damn it, who has the blood bag on hand? Give me a bag..."

In a daze, Emlin heard a familiar voice calling himself.

Open your eyes.

For a moment, he was still a little confused about the situation.

Until the warm blood slid down the esophagus, Emlin finally regained a little consciousness.

"Cod?" He looked up at the side.

Seeing this, the little fat man Cod finally felt relieved and sat down without any grace. "I'm scared to death, President White, I thought you were dead."

Emlin sat up with his arms.

The night wind blows.

My body was chilly.

Only then did he realize that his clothes were already torn, and there were still some debris left by his side that he didn't know what it was.

"hiss--"

Emlin couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning and contributed his own strength to global warming.

Strangely, he clearly remembered that he was fighting against the Skeleton Angel...

By the way.

That gentle voice!

Turn your head and look around.

But there was an extremely strange scene around.

The first place is full of vitality, but the next place is deserted and withered.

Such a scene made Emlin suddenly realize something.

"It's...Mother Goddess...isn't it right." He shook his head.

A mere pseudo-god would never let Mother Earth come in person. It is likely that the angels of the Mother God’s church took action.

"Are you an ally?" Emlin thought to himself.

Then he was much more excited.

Then he thought of something and asked Cod quickly, "What's going to happen to the rescue? Are our brothers and the injured okay?"

"There are certain casualties." Cod smiled bitterly: "But being able to evacuate under such circumstances is considered a blessing in disguise."

The topic changed: "Thanks to the president's heroic posture of fighting alone, we all see it."

really--

Demigod kicks the angel.

Not to mention that there are no ones who have never come before, it is a rare feat.

Although the holy bracelet of Mother Earth's Goddess is broken...

But Emlin not only achieved his goal, but even survived.

It's really gratifying!

"Please compliment me." Emlin looked proud and raised his face on the floor.

But the slightly raised corner of his mouth betrayed him.

Let go of this matter.

He stood up and touched his pants' pocket.

Fortunately, the internal dedicated machine was not lost.

Without caring about the eyes of others, Emlin opened the group chat directly.

I found that there was a lot of new news in the group since he spoke last time.

"The beautiful writer just wants to let go: the teleportation ceremony is ready."

The strange patterned armor seemed to be faintly visible on it. Two pairs of huge scorpion clamps were bleeding. The most terrifying thing was the thick and long poison tail, which was tortuous and terrifying.

Six pairs of round and unemotional eyes are evenly distributed on both sides of the head; countless broken fingers form their abdomen, twisting the pupa and splashing dust and sand.

When Klein found this ghost thing, the advance team of the "Royal Sect" was almost wiped out.

Even if there is a short-distance transmission device equipped in advance to transport the injured to the rear, how many people can survive...

Well, it's hard to say.

Even Klein was not careful for a moment and was caught in the colorless and odorless poison in the air, so he had to take the DEBUFF.

"It's not good." Klein's face became more and more serious.

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But the situation is special now.

You can't survive without fighting!

"I can only fight to the end."

As the thought came to mind, Klein reached out and grabbed it.

Son of Steam Rossell, Caesar Rossell

Two historical projections were easily retrieved.

In theory, Rossell, who is already a true god, should not be so "convenient".

But who made the two of them a fellow villager?

Lao Huang and Xiao Zhou.

Some things need not be chosen too clearly, just understand them in your heart.

Get back to the point.

Although the Red Scorpion is terrifying, its level is not high, and it is only at the peak of Sequence 3.

Klein is also the "Ancient Scholar" of Sequence 3. It is logical that some of this battle were fought.

But the sequence level does not determine everything.

Cultivated by Chanel Seraya for many years and after countless blood sacrifices, the reason why he failed to have a trace of divinity like the Skeleton Death is simply because the "primary witch" is in a bad state now.

Two Rossell's historical projectors attacked the Red Scorpion with expressionless faces.

However, neither the missile nor the sharp sword with solid twisting power could harm this monster at all.

On the contrary, the highly toxic aura emitted by the red scorpion easily dispersed the two historical projections, just like eating and drinking soup, without any effort.

"Very good." Klein pulled the corners of his mouth.

So far, Rossell's historical projection is still 0 in his victory, continuing the myth.

It's strange. No matter what occasion, as long as he summons these two historical projections, he has never won, it's like he's hitting a curse...

After calming down, Klein reached out and grabbed it forward.

This time he made a fortune on "self".

To be precise, it was myself in the ‘Bakland smog incident’.

Crenie Cape, Angel of Slaaney, Leonard Mitchell's dream of goddess, three-no girl, black palace skirt lover...

All in all, Klein hasn't activated his female role in a while.

Because he summoned his past self, he was equivalent to having a second clone. He directly used historical projection as a secret, trying to use the power of the witch's path to immunize the poison of the Red Scorpion.

But the moment he started to take action, a voice sounded in Klein's ear, "It's useless."

Um?

Klein's heart moved, but his hands kept moving.

‘Crenie’ has the power of Sequence 2. Although it is just a historical projection and its strength has been greatly reduced, it is because it is not an outsider and is in line with the mind of the ontology.

Seeing that Klein still refused to give up, the voice said again: "I said, it's useless for you to do this. I have a premonition that if you keep stopping, something bad will happen."

"Then give me some instructions, the God of Luck!" Klein said in a voice transmission.

What we communicated with him at this time was the "God of Luck" Lynn, who brought out from the nameless dark place.

Since getting into his buttons, this guy has been hibernating like he is. He rarely shows up outside, and even speaks intermittently, as if he is deliberately reducing his sense of existence.

"Going east." Lynn said firmly.
To be continued...