"Super everything, what exactly do we have to hand over?"

Mo Xiaolan stared at the ghost face in the sky fiercely, and he burst into laughter.

"Of course it is the kingship. Everything you have established will eventually lead to the demise of mankind. This is determined from the moment you become God rather than man, and return everything you are human to man."

Witt immediately laughed and kept shaking his head.

"If you were missing in this world, it might be more peaceful."

“Each one another.”

Fry said quietly, and suddenly a red light appeared on the surface of his body. Red particles were flashing around his body. Among the seven god powers, red power was the power of the god with the strongest attack power.

"It's really amazing, the fourth power of God."

Mo Xiaolan said, and Witt stared at Fry with a serious expression. He was already planning to join the battle. Even if he could not be arrested, he would kill this guy. Mo Xiaolan seemed to have noticed Fry's actions. After the two of them had eyes interacted, there were slight purple particles in Mo Xiaolan's right eye.

Their inadvertent actions were completely seen by Fry. He fell from the sky like a red meteor, and his wings fluttered on his back.

With a loud bang, Quasimodo held up his right arm to block Fry's fist, and the prominent muscles became more concave, and the ground under Quasimodo's feet became concave.

Fry smiled grimly, and after a blow, he flapped his wings with a force. With a whoosh, an orange light passed by his eyes. Sure enough, Wright took action at the moment of his attack, and Fry had already expected this.

"It's a pity that I've decided to retreat."

Fry said as he said to Vette who was shining with an orange light in front of him, holding a knife to cut at him, a yellow light particle flashed beside Vette, and suddenly a translucent yellow arm appeared, tugging Vette's shoulder.

Swish

An orange sword light instantly slashed across Fry's side, and Witt was also pulled by this hand and threw it towards Quasimodo, who had ejected towards Fry's.

After feeling the twisted legs, Fry glared at Mo Xiaolan.

"Be careful."

Witt slammed into Quasimodo and shouted at Mo Xiaolan.

At this time, a yellow humanoid as tall as a wheelchair she was sitting in appeared behind Mo Xiaolan, and he stretched out his hands and grabbed Mo Xiaolan.

Mo Xiaolan was shocked. When he was about to turn his head, it was too late. Quasimodo instantly grabbed Vette in his hand and threw him directly at Mo Xiaolan, then glared at the ghost face that had turned around and was about to fly to Mo Xiaolan.

Feeling something was wrong, Fry immediately stopped his body, but in an instant, it fell into pitch black all around him. The huge pressure instantly made him scream. The black armor on the surface of his body creaked and cracks began to appear.

But at this time Fry's will was very determined, and he killed Mo Xiaolan first.

Under Fry's control, the little man condensed from yellow particles had already pinched Mo Xiaolan's neck. With a few swishes, a few orange sword flashed. The orange tooth knife in Vette's hand slashed across the yellow villain's body. In an instant, the yellow villain turned into scattered yellow particles. When Vette turned around, the armor on the ghost face, which was locked by Quasimodo's power in the air, was cracking, and the ghost face screamed in pain.

"Don't hesitate if you kill him directly."

Mo Xiaolan shouted with gritted teeth. Quasimodo finally woke up for a while, and the black particles on the outside of his body turned into a black airflow.

Fry felt as if his body was about to be crushed, his bones had been crushed a lot, and his flesh and blood were squeezed.

"It's so strong!"

In an instant, Fry widened his eyes, and the particles of the color flashed around his body. With a loud bang, a violent airflow bounced away to suppress Fry's thoughts. Fry looked at Quasimodo, who had jumped in front of him, and held up a huge fist and smashed him towards him.

"This is the power of the true God."

Bang

Fry arched his body, blood splashed out from his eyes and mouth, and his right fist hit Quasimodo's fist.

With a loud bang, accompanied by a violent air collision, the two of them flew backwards at the same time. Quasimodo's huge body flew directly into the distance, like a missile, and a loud bang hit the ground. After Fry flew for a long distance in the air, he stopped and covered his heart in pain, turned around and swayed his wings towards the barrier area. In the flashing of two red apertures, Fry had turned into a red meteor and disappeared over the foul smell area.

"Bastard, you can actually use seven kinds of powers of gods."

Witt's back was already bloody and flesh. He held Mo Xiaolan in his hands. There was only a big pit left in front of him. There was nothing left on the ground, and there was a burst of blue smoke rising around him. At this time, a take-off and landing plane was coming towards this side.

"Are you still alive?"

Mo Xiaolan turned his head and shouted at the large pile of gravel in the distance. With a roar, a hand stretched out from the ruins. Quasimodo crawled out of the pile of stones and shook his head.

"No...injured!"

Quasimodo said, holding up his right fist and looking at a shallow fist mark on it, but it was slowly disappearing.

Bang

Fry hit the cold and hard barrier land, and his armor gathered in an instant and turned into a small black ball with some cracks. Fry curled up in pain, and blood continued to overflow from Fry's mouth, and he coughed violently.

"It must be......... treatment soon."

Fry said, holding his right hand, whose bones were completely broken, and his left hand trembled and took out a seven-sided brooch from the arm of his right hand. After a slight press, a cylindrical injection of drug with colored liquid appeared. Fry quickly lifted up his clothes, and his skin on his body began to turn black, and many places bulged up, and pustules began to grow. Some pustules had broken and the black liquid was flowing out. The alienated genes had gone wild, and the alienated cells were swallowing his body.

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Fry pierced the tubular injection into his heart, and the liquid inside quickly disappeared and injected into his body. Fry howled in pain.

"It seems something is wrong, terrible."

Fry was panting and shaking in pain. His right hand, which had broken bones, became swollen at this time, as if it was about to explode. Heavy water kept oozing out of his skin. His consciousness began to become blurred while opening his mouth. The cold kept stimulating Fry's body. He was about to lose consciousness. Fry knew very well and tried his best to restrain the pain in his body and the self-devouring of alienated cells. He knew very well that he would die if he fainted.

"We must... hold on, hold on!"

Fry roared, supporting his body little by little and climbed up. The half of the body on the right had already swollen to varying degrees, and some places became hard and black. Fry moved his body with difficulty. His blood had begun to slow down due to the coldness of the surrounding environment. He could not control the alienated cells that were still under his control through his consciousness to fight against the violent alienated cells.

Fry's consciousness was getting blurred, and his eyes began to fall into darkness, his head was groggy.

"Fry, are you just so promising? Shouldn't men move forward for the path they believe in? Even if they fall on the way, even if they die, you will become a dead person and get up."

In his consciousness that was about to pass away, Fry saw a girl with an angry face, and the young herself covered her mouth and was slapped hard by the girl.

"I understand, I understand, don't show up in my head again!"

Fry roared angrily, stood up little by little, pressing his body on his right. At this time, Fleece woke up completely, and the body on his right began to gradually fade away. He felt much more comfortable. He pressed his body and smiled madly. On the hard and cold land, he sank into the darkness little by little, disappearing.

Mo Xiaolan stared quietly at the dark barrier area in the distance. Quasimodo had already walked over. Vite gasped. Many bones on his back were exposed, but he was recovering. Mo Xiaolan looked at Vite with gratitude. Vite just now protected himself with the greatest strength, otherwise he might have been injured by the violent explosion caused by the collision between Ghost Face and Quasimodo's power. His purple mind power could not defend against such a powerful force.

Seeing that Quasimodo was completely fine, Mo Xiaolan looked at his right hand.

"Your hands are okay!"

Quasimodo bowed gratefully, held his right hand, spread his rootless finger and moved.

"What exactly is your body made of? If you die, leave your body to me to study it."

Witt said grinning, Quasimodo pressed his hand on the back of his head, lowering his head shyly.

"I think it's better for you to leave quickly, Lord Witt, after all, you don't want to be exposed, right?"

Wei Ti nodded and his figure disappeared into the air bit by bit.

"Sorry, Mo Xiaolan, don't be so reckless next time. After all, you are the section chief of Section 2, do you understand?"

Mo Xiaolan nodded and giggled. She now knew a lot of things about the enemy. She took out a circular data recorder from her body, turned on the light and shadow screen, and Lilian appeared in front of her.

"Lilian, after coming here, I want you to send the video record to Department 10 in person!"

"I know Lord Mo Xiaolan, is the situation there?

Mo Xiaolan nodded.
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