This armor is different from Shia's armor that is full of retro flavor, with decorations and patterns. It is more like the product of modern technology. As soon as it comes into contact, the armor immediately cracks and turns into countless tiny crystals like gravel, which spread to the old age.
Song's body.
Lu Tiao originally thought that this was nano armor like in a science fiction movie, but he soon discovered that he was wrong.
These crystals tore through Lao Song's protective clothing, revealing his gray skin.
On the skin, dark blue blood vessels burst out.
These crystals penetrated into his skin, penetrating into his body like tentacles.
As the crystals entered, Lao Song's blood vessels gradually turned red.
The next moment, those blood vessels burst.
The red blood splashed, but did not fall to the ground, but quickly covered Lao Song's body.
His skin cracked, his muscles swelled and knotted, and his bones began to proliferate. Together with the blood covering these, they formed a red and white armor.
This armor has both mechanical and biological beauty. On Old Song's face, the twisted flesh formed a ferocious mask. There was only one huge eye, which was rotating slightly, and several tentacles extended from the back of the head, in the air.
It was squirming in the middle. If ordinary people saw it, they would probably be frightened for half their lives and faint.
Lu Tiao thought of alien-like monsters, and Lao Song had already taken out a firearm from the weapons rack.
The entire body of this gun seemed to be composed of the vertebrae of some unknown creature. Ring by ring, the fine ribs became the barrel, and the tail vertebrae and hip bones at the end were used as the butt and trigger.
Without pausing, Lao Song raised the muzzle of his gun and without pulling the trigger, several beams of light were shot out from the rifle-like weapon.
These beams of light suddenly exploded when they came into contact with the monsters in front, and mushroom clouds rose from the ground. In an instant, not even the dregs of those monsters were left, only a large piece of thick fog remained.
However, in the blink of an eye, the dense fog closed again, turning into those hideous and terrifying monsters.
This is like the filth Lu Jian saw. It cannot be destroyed. Even if it is killed, it will be resurrected immediately. Even the pollution from the old rulers cannot stop these monsters.
unless......
"Pure fire."
Lu Tan thought of the pale flame.
Things that have been turned into ashes by the Brilliant Realm can only be fully controlled by the chosen shrine maidens in Wajima. The flames are nourished by the ultimate hatred and resentment of those poor girls.
At least according to Lu Tuan's knowledge, this thing can burn filth and resist these monsters.
The giants in the Glory Realm are still fighting, and all kinds of weird weapons burst out with light, sweeping away those ugly monsters. But in the next moment, all the monsters will change back to their original state, and even become more terrifying. The defense line
Continuously retreating, and even the bombardment of heavy artillery released from their ships only caused the monsters in a larger area to dissipate and reorganize.
Wings made of pale bones have grown out of Lao Song's back. The wings have no wing membranes, only sharp bone spurs. Those bone spurs are deeply inserted into the ground, seeming to support his standing, and seem to be rising from the earth.
Absorb nutrients, or expel internal heat and pollution to the ground.
There were several turrets floating around him. The power from these turrets was enough to plow the island thousands of times, but hitting those monsters was like punching into the air. He had already retreated to
At the edge of the beach, there is no retreat.
Further back is the Tavel Time Anchor.
If the filth destroys the Tavel Time Anchor, then the time anchor here will definitely disappear, and the pollution will leak directly, spread rapidly, and swallow up the entire planet in a short time.
A giant was submerged in filth. In an instant, a storm formed around his armor, trying to drive away the monsters. However, the storm could not withstand the endless monsters. Soon, along with several gunshots, there was no more sound.
The sun was obscured by the black tide, and the entire island was in danger.
Baopao stood on the beach, watching this scene with great anticipation.
Lu Tan knew that he had no choice now.
Only by creating pure fire here can it be possible to save the world.
In the next thousands of years, Wajima will survive because of the pure fire brought by Rikutori, and Kohaku and Momiji will die tragically because of the method of continuing the world brought by Rikutori.
He must witness the sprouting of the sacred cherry blossoms.
He suddenly wanted to understand why Baobao followed him here, and why he helped him send the soon-to-awakened Outer God back but left behind this mess of filth.
Because of Baobao, this incarnation of the outer god wanted to see with his own eyes how Lu Jian pushed this foreign land into the abyss of struggle.
She wanted to witness the process of Lu Jian destroying all the beautiful things with his own hands and completing the closed loop of destiny.
For an Outer God who feeds on the most ardent emotions, what could be more attractive than this?
The giants in the glorious realm were overwhelmed by the filth, and these pioneers of the most advanced civilization were devoured, torn apart, and turned into food for the filth.
Lao Song is still fighting, but he also knows that this is a losing battle.
At this time, he finally realized that civilization could never resist the erosion of pollution, and everything he did in his world, just like what he was doing now, was in vain.
"ah!!!"
Old Song let out a roar, and all the weapons around him opened fire at once, and the filthy matter like the wind and rain gathered more and more, like a destructive torrent.
In an instant, Lao Song was submerged by the torrent, and even his roar was blocked.
In that chaotic scene, Lao Song saw a flame.
The flame was pale, but seemed to condense countless colors, brighter than the starry sky, and as silent as the abyss.
The flames touched the filth without any surprise, and then, the twisted monster was ignited.
Those ignited monsters did not dissipate, but just froze their movements, turned into firewood, and burned quietly.
The flames continued to spread and spread, like a grand finale. The overwhelming filth was purified by the clear flames and turned into a pale ocean.
Not only the filth, but also the earth, sea water, air, and sunlight were ignited by this flame and became its fuel.
In the flames, a figure fell from the filth in mid-air. His body was mutilated and his armor was in tatters. He fell on the beach, leaving a huge hole.
The buzzing of the Tavel Time Anchor stopped, the sky began to be torn apart, the stagnant stars began to rotate, and the dawn peeked in from the cracks.
The dim sun was eclipsed by the pale firelight.
From now on, nothing will exist here, only the fire will burn quietly.
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