Chapter 205: The Man Who Approaches Gods and Demons
"Second Team! Second Team! Call back! Ask for support! Support!"
"Where's the howitzer crew?! Don't stop! That guy is coming!"
"Why do shock bombs have no effect? Why can he charge with his eyes closed?!"
"Gatling cannon fire! Everyone in the room has been judged to be dead, leave them alone! Fire it!"
"Sniper! Are you all dead? Shoot!"
"There's no way to determine his location! Retreat! If we continue to fight, we'll be dead!"
"That's not a human! It's a demon!"
45 minutes later, the sound of guns and artillery outside the main hall suddenly stopped. The movement that just seemed like the front line of a world war was like a dream. After a pause of about 3 minutes, there was a knock on the door of the hall.
It's just as common as having a neighbor come over in the middle of the night to borrow a condom.
Clark, who was sitting on the king's throne, had no intention of opening the door. The ten men in black suits guarding him showed their vampire fangs and stood ready, so naturally they had no intention of opening the door.
Thirteen was not the kind of person who would leave after knocking on the door twice and no one answered. Bailu's thin blade suddenly pierced through the gap in the door. With a downward slash, it was 30 centimeters thick in front of the door.
The wooden stake was cut into two pieces, like cutting tofu.
The 10-meter-high bronze palace door with exquisite carvings of Greek mythological patterns was pushed open from the outside. Thirteen walked in with a pair of swords, and blood flowed down the swords of White Deer and Sword Slave like a faucet that had not been tightened.
Drops fell on the bright red carpet.
Look at him at this moment. He has turned into a bloody man. Thirteen took off the goggles on his face and threw them aside. There was so much blood that it could not spread on the goggles. Thirteen had hacked to death more than a hundred people.
Mercenaries, in the end, their sanity was no longer so clear, and their fighting spirit became confused. Thirteen instead continued to attack by cutting and depriving them of their fighting ability. The casualties were almost equivalent to more than 300, and Thirteen almost
They ran through the front yard of the castle, covering a distance of more than 3 kilometers. The front of the palace was basically destroyed by those crazy mercenaries. Thirteen just painted the floor tiles with blood.
"Do you like playing this boring procrastination game? All your men were killed by you." Thirteen pairs of knives came forward.
"It's just a few hundred mercenaries. If they die, they will die. I'm currently thinking of ways to lay off employees, so I'll treat you as a favor." Clark held the skull-headed cane and smiled.
"You owe me a favor, where is my friend?" Thirteen stopped 10 meters away. At this time, Clark's guards all opened their suits, exposing the solid muscles under their shirts. These guys are Taoists.
, the white shirt is covered with yellow charms. In this way, the body is strengthened and hypnotized, without fear of life and death, and loses humanity.
"Don't worry, I'll take you to meet my friend first." Clark smiled and tapped the floor with his cane. From the side hall, eight Taoists came out carrying a huge iron maiden iron cabinet and placed it
Placed in the center of the main hall.
Simply put, the Iron Maiden is an inhumane torture instrument in the European Middle Ages. The torture instrument looks like a human-shaped coffin, with a girl's face carved on it, two doors that can be opened and closed, and iron nails installed everywhere on the inside.
The executioner tortured by changing the different parts of the nails, and the nails were still movable. The more pain-sensitive parts, the more flexible the direction of movement of the nails. The executioners deliberately pulled the nails in these places slightly outward.
, allowing the tortured person to experience longer pain.
"Remember you said the word 'Daozong', now let's meet the real Daozong, the bloodthirsty witch." After Clark's introduction, the Iron Maiden opened it from the front with a click, and sprayed out of the iron cabinet like her hands clasped together in prayer.
The pungent smell of blood splashed out, and the dark interior was filled with sharp long needles, as many as hundreds, which were far more brutal than the introduction. A naked woman walked out of it, her whole body covered with needles.
His skin was as pale as marble, and his whole body was covered with countless blood holes, and the blood was flowing out like it was free.
She almost collapsed and fell into the arms of a Taoist. Like a refugee who saw a source of water in the desert, she bit the Taoist's carotid artery. The blood was drained by the thirsty witch in 3 seconds.
The wounds on the witch's body healed quickly, and her marble-white skin returned to its human color.
For her, the severe pain of cell regeneration that accompanies blood-sucking is like a convulsion that triggers body spasms. This pervert can survive to this day because she is completely boundless and treats the severe pain as a kind of enjoyment.
Faced.
She locked herself in the steel virgin in order to speed up the consumption of blood in her body so that she could be more hungry for blood. Unlike Clark who only drank blood once every few days, this witch needed to drink it dry twice a day.
Only a person's blood can maintain her physiological functions.
Frequent blood-sucking has left her with no sign of aging, her skin is breakable, and her appearance as a monster that has been over 1,000 years has not faded at all. She is truly a stunningly beautiful witch.
"Boy, are you the one who walked around with my master's head?" After sucking the blood, the witch stood up straight, threw the mummy in her hand aside, looked directly at Thirteen with her fascinating eyes, and used her water snake-like eyes to
The long tongue licked the little blood remaining at the corner of the mouth. There was no trace of hair on the whole body, the muscle lines were clear, sexy and sultry.
"In addition to wandering around, I also did this and that to him. Many of the shameful parts have to be mosaic. Don't you feel good? Come and bite me!" Thirteen said provocatively.
At the same moment, in the guest room in the backyard of the castle, the noise in the front hall did not wake up the jet-lagged Zanchen. He got up from the warm quilt by himself. He brushed his teeth, washed himself, and took a hot bath by the way.
Wearing a comfortable wide-shouldered T-shirt and jeans, after blow-drying his hair, Zanchen opened the door and walked out. The long European-style corridor was lined with various knights' armors, oil paintings, vase decorations, and crystal chandeliers.
Brightly illuminated.
Normally, there are servants waiting here, waiting to be called at any time. But probably during the war, these non-combatants have disappeared, but there is still one standing there waiting.
He doesn't look like a servant at all. He wears a snow-white tight-fitting ninja uniform, just like the white ghost in "Special Forces", but the figure of Laughing Torpedo is much better than that of Korean stickman.
"Let me guess, it must be impossible for you to pour me tea, right?" Zanchen asked with a smile while standing 5 meters apart.
"Zanchen, I am arresting you in the name of the Underworld Bureau. Everything you say will be ignored. If you resist, I do not guarantee that you have the right to execute you on the spot." Laughing Torpedo read out coldly.
"What will happen if I go back with you?" Zanchen asked with interest.
"What you have committed is treason. The evidence is conclusive and there is no need for trial. We will execute you as quickly as possible." Laughing Torpedo was so sincere that he didn't even bother to say a word of deception.
"It seems that you are no longer interested in arresting me, but...can you really kill me?" Zanchen asked doubtfully.
"It's difficult, but it's not impossible." Laughing Torpedo pulled out the 2-meter long sword he carried with him. He was an intelligence officer investigating the case and should not have been directly involved in the battle.
But the plan couldn't keep up with the change. Laughing Torpedo only learned that Zanchen was here after arriving here. Clark arranged for the class reunion to have dinner in the conference room and had no intention of involving them in this kind of battle against one person. Laughing Torpedo
He slipped out alone.
At this moment, he had to stand in front of Zanchen and attempt an extremely dangerous head-on confrontation with the Tian-level investigators. First, because capturing Zanchen was crucial to the Underworld Bureau; secondly, once he got out of the way,
Thirteen in the front hall must not be able to survive.
"You are playing a very dangerous game, so dangerous that you haven't discovered it yet. Junior, what's your name?" Zanchen had to admit that the laughing torpedo in front of him was a rare investigator.
Even though a high-level investigator is an enemy, he can still deal with it calmly. There are not many such guys in the Underworld Bureau. Even Thirteen will show fear when facing Zanchen.
"Laughing torpedo." After saying that, the white body disappeared and appeared behind Zan Chen in an instant. He slashed horizontally with the knife. Zan Chen lowered his head to dodge, leaving a few severed black hair in the air.
"The sky changes the sun." Zanchen lowered his head and said softly. In an instant, everything within 5 meters withered and withered. The ink of the painting faded, the wallpaper shrank and cracked, the carpet was old and linted, and the armor was actually stained with rust, as if Zanchen was standing in time.
Average.
The sudden drop of the sky can cause local time to fly by in an instant, causing everything within the range to age by decades instantly. Even the strongest young man can instantly turn into a helpless old man.
It only takes 0.1 seconds from activation to mutation. This is a very fast close combat skill, but... the attacking laughing torpedo has already retreated to fifteen meters away. This is definitely not a gifted maneuverability.
Even if Gu Queen Ale came and used three steps to dodge, it would be impossible for her to move so fast.
"You are a little special. Are you a person with superpowers, or are you blessed by some weird spell?" Zanchen suddenly became very interested in the Laughing Torpedo.
"You don't need to know so much." Suddenly, Laughing Torpedo inserted his free hand into the air around him. The surrounding space rippled like water, and his hand disappeared! When he pulled it out again
At that time, a 3-meter-long six-barreled Vulcan cannon had been proposed, and the ammunition chain was full of glowing soul-breaking armor-piercing bullets.
This one-ton guy was carried with one hand, and the muscles and veins on his arms were all bulging. He looked like a monster. But what Zanchen cared about was the ripples that appeared in the space.
He said quite excitedly, "Space rift? You are a superpower, and... you can also jump in space?!"
In the world of spiritual practice, there is one thing that cannot be changed by any magic, spell, or secret technique, and that is "space."
The Three Realms space is a world created by Heaven, the Creator of all things. In the past, only powerful gods and demons could cross this barrier. Human beings did not have this ability at all. It has never been thought that there are people with super powers who can possess this kind of barrier.
ability……
Obviously, the Laughing Torpedo in front of me is a man close to a god and a demon...