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Chapter Five Hundred and One Closing

The armor on Diris' body has fallen off, his skin is dark gray with an unhealthy sheen, and the surface of his body is covered with blood.

When Zhao Mingwei's mind beast Kuanghu trampled Diris to the ground, the mad tiger opened its fangs at Diris. Diris had no intention of resisting after Thorne was killed in battle.

Diris completely lost his will to fight. The enemy Zhao Mingwei showed no mercy to the enemy who had lost his will to fight. The mad tiger gathered powerful energy and after detonating it, Diris' nearly two million health points were instantly wiped out.

These guys are weakened.

Zhao Mingwei remembered that when Diris appeared in the other world, his health points were rising to three million, but this was not the focus of Zhao Mingwei's attention.

He looked at the battle area at the core of the road to ascension, where dense gunshots continued to be heard. The magic value of the meat in the black pot was declining at an extremely fast speed, but he kept jumping forward.

A small grid.

This shows that Black Pot Boiled Meat is crazily taking magic potions.

The cooldown time of the Holy Spirit's MP replenishing potion is much shorter than that of the HP replenishing potion, but even if Black Guo Zhuorou has the best quality MP replenishing potion, his MP replenishment still cannot keep up with consumption.

What's worse... Zhao Mingwei felt that he was wasting his body!

"Small question!"

"I'll follow."

Juan Canyun and Zhao Mingwei swept away the four soldiers of the Annihilation Legion and then quickly ran towards the core area of ​​the Road to Ascension.

When Zhao Mingwei arrived at the place where Hei Guo Zhuo Rou was fighting with the sharpshooter Alma, Hei Guo Zhuorou was just repelled by the sharpshooter Alma and fell next to Zhao Mingwei. Along the way, dark feather shadows were scattered on the ground.

superior.

When Heiguo Zhuoru wanted to continue rushing forward, Zhao Mingwei held his shoulders. However, the power of Heiguo Zhuoru at this moment was so great that if he hadn't suddenly stopped in his tracks, Zhao Mingwei's body might have lost his balance.

"Smile... Master?" The moment Heiguo Zhuorou saw Zhao Mingwei, his body was half-kneeling on the ground with some strength, and the dark feathers on his body disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Mingwei looked up at the battlefield. This battlefield looked like the ground had been licked by bombers. Various ferocious ravines and craters covered the ground.

In the distance, Alma, the sharpshooter, is covered in armor made of an unknown metal. Her helmet is in the shape of a hound, and she looks like the god Anubis holding a spear.

The left hand of the sharpshooter Alma has been broken off, and the burning skull mark emerging from the wound on the left hand means that the hand was shot by the black pot meat.

But the surrounding mechanical hounds quickly transformed into her left hand, giving her a complete mechanical arm again.

"Recovering again, the second stage is too difficult! Damn it!" Heiguo Zhuoru complained, as the sharpshooter Alma's health increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Originally she only had 400,000 health points, but after entering the second stage, her health points became 800,000. At the same time, her health volume was restored so fast that she almost vomited.

"Leave the rest to me." The moment Zhao Mingwei touched Heiguo Zhuoru's shoulder, he felt that his consciousness and mental strength had suffered... an extremely terrifying loss.

This is just like the last time Zhao Mingwei fought with the Black Ember Knight. Heiguorou will probably have to sleep in bed for three days before he can recover after the dungeon ends.

"I...Okay, this head is your Xiaoye I gave you." Heiguo Zhuoru also realized that his body could no longer support him, but what made him relieved was...the reason why he felt that he couldn't do it was not because of back pain or

Wrist pain, but sleepiness.

He had never felt so good playing in a long time! He was beaten until he was exhausted and so sleepy that he just wanted to take a nap in bed and stand up again the next day with full energy.

If the past games were a shackled torture for Black Pot, this time it was more like a break after exercise.

Zhao Mingwei jumped over the black pot and came to the fully armed sharpshooter Alma.

"I was surprised by the sudden power shown by the little guy behind you. Is this the potential given to you by the God-Eating God?"

The sharpshooter Alma still seems to have some remaining strength. Zhao Mingwei doesn't like this feeling. Whether it is Thorn or the sharpshooter Alma, when Zhao Mingwei feels that he can touch the threshold of defeating them, they will always come up with something new.

s things.

But this time... Zhao Mingwei wants to test the limits of this ruler!

"I'm afraid it is, but we haven't been able to fully utilize it yet," Zhao Mingwei said.

"What about you? What do you still seem to be hiding now? If you don't get into a state like that little guy, you can't beat me." Alma, the sharpshooter, pointed at the black pot of meat behind Zhao Mingwei and said.

"I can't stay in this state for about seven seconds, but a showdown should be enough."

As Zhao Mingwei spoke, his left eye was gradually shrouded in golden thought energy, and the thought energy tattoos on his body glowed with a deep golden light.

At the same time, dark clouds gathered in the sky on the road to ascension.

"dark clouds?"

Cirrus Cannyun was aware of the changes in the surrounding environment. Not only the sky but also the surrounding light had become much darker, and the gravel on the ground seemed to be attracted by some force.

What's worse is that Juan Canyun felt that he was being targeted by some terrifying monster. He suddenly turned around and found that dark clouds filled with thunder had risen behind him!

This dark cloud formed the head of a divine dragon. In an instant, the heavy rain in the sky broke away from the clouds and fell. At the moment when the raindrops fell, thunder exploded. This was the divine dragon's roar that resounded throughout the world.

The wind and thunder that tore everything apart swept into the curling clouds.

Shenlong passed over Juan Canyun's body. Juan Canyun suddenly turned his head and saw Zhao Mingwei's feet suddenly exerting force. This force was so strong that the ground Zhao Mingwei was standing on completely cracked. The next moment, he had already punched and rushed far away.

The sharpshooter Alma!

The heaven and earth changed suddenly! Loud thunder fell from the sky like a heavy rain, hitting the already devastated ground.

The mechanical hounds composed of the sharp gun Alma instantly turned into a metal city wall to block Zhao Mingwei's punch. In an instant, a mark of a roaring lion appeared on the metal city wall. Under the thunder, the surface of the metal wall followed the crazy sound.

The mark pattern of the lion's roar broke into hundreds of pieces!

Breaking through the metal wall composed of mechanical hounds, the divine dragon composed of thunderclouds opened its huge mouth and bit the body of Alma the Divine Gun. Alma wanted to break free at this moment, but the violent thought energy

The power turned into thunder and lightning surrounding her whole body.

Wind and thunder lead!

Zhao Mingwei aimed at the sharp gun Alma and opened his grip, then made a fist and suddenly pulled it toward him!

The mental stance that spread with Zhao Mingwei as the center spread to every corner here, and quickly shrank at the moment Zhao Mingwei tore it apart.

Whether it was Alma the sharpshooter or her mechanical hound, they were all wrapped up and torn apart by the strong gravity formed by the mental energy stance. Her speed simply lost its effect in front of the strong gravity, and her whole body flew towards Zhao Mingwei very quickly.

The place where you stand.

Also attracted were hundreds of bullets fired by the sharp gun Alma. These bullets shuttled like wild bees in the space touched by the thought energy, and finally shot at Zhao Mingwei in unison.

But now Zhao Mingwei is the center of this thunderstorm! All the power of the four mind beasts is poured into Zhao Mingwei's body. This is the second awakening that has not yet been completed, but it is enough!

The five Suzaku Qi beads surrounding Zhao Mingwei were moving so fast that the naked eye could not catch them. All the bullets that came close to Zhao Mingwei were swallowed up by the flames of the Suzaku Qi beads.

When the sharp gun Alma was pulled in front of Zhao Mingwei by the strong gravity, the raindrops falling from the sky fell on the surface of the sharp gun Alma's armor... The armor on the sharp gun Alma gradually became overloaded.

She seemed to have a third stage of existence! But Zhao Mingwei didn't give her a chance.

Zhao Mingwei, whose whole body was enveloped by the thought energy, stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the sharp gun Alma's neck. Then he knocked her down to the ground fiercely.

The ground cracked further, Zhao Mingwei's breathing gradually became heavier, and the violent thoughts in his body began to gradually lose control and run wild, but Zhao Mingwei's other hand used his last strength to clenched into a fist and aimed at the head of the sharpshooter Alma.

Swing down suddenly!

"burst!"

Zhao Mingwei's voice resounded through the clouds, and thunder pillars like dragons fell from the sky and hit the ground!

The entire ground could not withstand the devastation of the thunderstorm and completely shattered. Finally, with Zhao Mingwei as the center, a giant pattern of the Four Gods composed of scorched black and cracks was imprinted on the land.

A damage of 3.53 million hit the head of Alma, the sharpshooter. The thunder disappeared in an instant. Zhao Mingwei's figure shook but still did not fall. He raised his head and looked at the sky covered with dark clouds.

At this moment, the raindrops pouring down from the sky just landed on Zhao Mingwei's cheek.

The time it takes for raindrops to fall from dark clouds is seven seconds...no more, no less.


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