The hot death light instantly broke through the body's surface defense.
Before he could feel the heat, the skin and flesh between his eyebrows melted, sizzling, and the white skull was exposed.
The light is dazzling and eye-catching.
Existences that represent destruction always have a cruel beauty.
Death is so close.
There was no time to express too many emotions. The girl's dark pupils were occupied by dark red light, and even her eyeballs began to melt under the high temperature.
Maybe a little calm, maybe a little unwilling.
She was only fourteen years old when a sudden onset of cancer ruined her life and the end of the world turned her into a monster.
Catalyzed by the fragments, her mind was forcibly shaped into a cold machine.
She really has nothing to remember in this world.
If there is one, maybe it is his father, that middle-aged man who is as stubborn as a stone on the seashore and as weak as an ant, but he tries to protect himself.
The skull was burned through, but she could no longer feel the pain.
Maybe it's because the brain doesn't feel pain.
Before dying, the girl welcomed her death calmly.
However, in the darkness, a figure suddenly appeared.
Um?
The girl was slightly startled.
Red light is blocked.
A middle-aged man suddenly appeared between the red light and her, blocking the scorching high-temperature rays with his flesh and blood.
It's like a shield.
The man glanced at the girl for the last time like a nostalgic one. On the holed chest, a faint white light unique to the system blocked the light.
There was no time to say more.
Those reluctant eyes seemed to be full of words.
He shouted hoarsely, like the last words squeezed out of his life:
"escape!!"
The suction force diminished in response, and the red-clothed mutant stared blankly as his body resumed some of its movements. A look of panic flashed across his little face that should not have been emotional.
In an instant, the middle-aged man turned around in pain.
He opened his hands like large letters and hunched over to face the mutant.
At the same time, an extremely violent spiritual energy began to expand in his belly.
The sudden change not only shocked the surrounding black balls, but also shocked the mutants who tried to escape in a hurry.
Before Hong Yi died, although the supply of psychic energy was reduced, in a short period of time, the power of confinement at the expense of the entire strength of a third-level head was still like a big mountain, holding him in place.
As if thinking of something, he watched in horror as Xuan Haicheng's belly continued to bulge, as if destruction was brewing in this stooped middle-aged man's body.
Escape! Must escape!
He didn't know what was inside, but every cell in his body seemed to be wailing and urging him to escape from here.
Don't bother taking action again.
Although he couldn't understand how his attack could be blocked by a mere second-level insect.
But he only knew that if he stayed where he was, death would befall him.
No matter what.
With a roar, the body occupied by the mutant instantly split open from the top of the head, and a huge snake head emerged from the scalp in panic, trying to use more power to escape from here.
Time is so long yet short.
The three parties seemed to be fighting for time, and the bulging light spots in Xuan Haicheng's abdomen were the final bell.
The next second.
The lower abdomen is broken open.
As the middle-aged man roared in pain.
In the extreme light and heat, a ball of plasma gaseous plasma came to the world like thunder, suddenly expanding into a giant electric ball and swallowing everything.
Under the cover of the rich silver thunder color, a dark purple arrow light instantly disappeared into the huge snake head.
"Chu An!?"
"Bang!"
Rushing into the conference room, An Jingtian rushed in front of Chu An in disbelief, looking panicked.
He stared intently at Chu An, who was standing in front of the window and looking into the distance.
The explosion of light in the distance almost illuminated the entire battlefield. Even though it was still far away, everyone in Long An could feel the terrifying destructive power.
"I need an explanation!!"
"What the hell are you doing!?"
Can't understand.
An Jingtian's breathing was rapid, as if he was suppressing anger, and he roared over.
Under the broadcast of Black Ball, everyone saw the final scene.
What dropped from the scroll was not a psychic nuclear bomb, but a two-way confinement item that caused the red mutant to die.
They didn't even know when Chu An got this thing.
"Why!?"
"We clearly agreed to let her run away after dropping the nuclear bomb! Why did you kill her! Why did you kill both of them!?"
"There are also the Black Ball Team who participated in the attack. Why did I change my order and let them continue to die!?"
Indescribable, sad and angry.
Although he doesn't have much affection for Xuan Haicheng and his daughter, in An Jingtian's eyes, they are still two living lives.
Since you have joined Long An, you are one of your own.
If he died on an irresistible battlefield, he could understand it, but to die under the plot of his own people, this is really too much!
Today it can be Hong Yi, Xuan Haicheng, but tomorrow it can be An Xia, Gao Tian!?
"I need an explanation!"
Repeating it again, An Jingtian's pupils reflected the extreme whiteness in the distance, and his chest rose and fell rapidly.
He didn't understand why Chu An wanted to kill the father and daughter in red.
Even though the other party clearly poses no threat, An Xia would often "play" with the red-clothed mutant.
Chu An, who changed his plan without telling everyone, made him feel sincerely uneasy.
From beginning to end, he couldn't figure out what this man wanted to do.
After a moment of silence, Chu An looked at the silver light without looking back, as if appreciating a work of art and replied calmly:
"There's no point in throwing a psychic nuke in front of someone's face."
"You underestimate the reaction power of mutants."
"Only by triggering it in advance and teleporting to him instantly can we have a chance."
"Once he escapes, we will all die if the third level is not dead."
After a slight pause, the stunned An Jingtian continued to speak. Chu An raised the frame of the mirror and chuckled:
"In the absence of the ability to teleport through space, this can only be achieved by accumulating energy in Xuan Haicheng's body in advance and allowing him to teleport passively."
"Not even Mo Ling can do it. Her teleportation requires ghost babies to act as coordinates, and she can't carry a charged nuclear bomb."
Stunned on the spot, An Jingtian found angrily that he could not refute.
"But!"
Taking a deep breath, An Jingtian struggled to say something.
After calming down, he knew that Chu An was right, but he really didn't want to accept this result.
"But what?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu An suddenly turned around with a calm face, even looking at him with a hint of coldness:
"You want to say that you can just ask Lin An to come back, right?"
"You want to say that there is no need to die. Lin An can solve these problems anyway, right?"
Looking at Colonel Chu who suddenly became indifferent, An Jingtian opened his mouth and was speechless.
Yes, he did think so just at that moment.
Shaking his head, Chu An seemed to look at him with stupid and anthropomorphic pity:
"An Jingtian"
"What gave you the illusion?"
"What makes you think the end of the world is just a game? A game that doesn't require sacrifice!?"