The skinny man said sternly: "What are you doing?"
Whoosh!
A graceful woman appeared quietly: "What? Do you really want to kill him?"
"What do you think?!" The skinny man's expression was terrifyingly gloomy, "If he is really a body of chaos, then we, the holy beast clan, will definitely become his vassals and be enslaved by him.
you……
Don’t you regret it again?”
"What if he is not the body of chaos?" The graceful woman's face was as frosty as ice.
"That's why I want to try him." The skinny man's eyes showed a fierce look.
"Are you trying?" the graceful woman said softly, "It's obviously just for suppression."
"So what?! Since he is not a body of chaos, then it is better for such a saint to be dead than alive." The skinny man said angrily, "Besides, if he doesn't use means, how can he show his true potential?!"
"Haha, what's the secret?" The graceful woman chuckled, "Did you already have a plan in your mind, and you won't let any saint appear in this world?"
"Hey," the skinny man said with a mocking look on his face, "Don't you, the Tianlong Clan, think so?! You don't do this?! Otherwise, as long as there is a holy sign in the Bafang World, you will be the first to rush there.
Why is it always you, the Tianlong Clan?"
"Nonsense." The graceful woman said, "We, the Tianlong Clan, are atmospheric creatures. We can naturally be the first to discover and arrive at strange phenomena within our territory. Isn't this strange?"
"It's not strange." The skinny man laughed sarcastically, "But what's strange is that every time a holy sign appears, it's both the beginning and the end. Isn't this a bit strange?"
"There are thousands of avenues, and God's will is unpredictable." The graceful woman looked at the blood-red characters burning in the night sky. "How can its appearance and disappearance depend on our will?"
"Hmph!" the skinny man snorted angrily, "I think it's because he's been in your belly for a few days, so he can't do anything?!"
"Not good!" The graceful woman's eyes looked at the night sky in panic, and then she pounced towards the whirlpool and disappeared.
At the same time, the face of the skinny man also changed dramatically, and he shot towards the direction of the whirlpool in panic, and disappeared in an instant.
At the same time, the big blood-red characters burned by the fire in the sky twisted and deformed, and suddenly squirmed into one body, turning into a red fireball, and then began to spin counterclockwise, obviously looking unstable.
Then came the next moment.
24:00:00.
The red fireball exploded silently.
Dazzling light enveloped the night sky.
Countless blood-red threads shot out in all directions.
at the same time.
The huge whirlpool at Magou's location suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
At the same time, countless human warriors, beast warriors and non-god-level maverick beings rushed towards the direction of the whirlpool, and they were all bounced into the air by the sea.
At just the right moment, blood-red thin lines shot out all over the sky.
puff!
Puff!
Puff puff!
With a soft sound, all the human warriors, beast warriors and non-god-level mavericks on the scene who had not rushed into the vortex immediately turned into minced meat and fell from the sky like a rain of blood.
…
Ashia continent.
Everyone looked up to the sky and cheered.
The big blood-red characters disappeared.
This means disaster is far away.
The world has returned to peace.
The beast tribe on Ashia continent also calmed down from the panic.
The same scene also happened in different places such as Ermi Continent, Hierro Continent, and Black Continent.
It's just the head institutions of the world's major empires that continue to suffer from tension.
In particular, the top government officials and the core of the military showed a rare state of anxiety.
Falling Sand Empire.
Orange Palace.
More than a dozen senior government and military officials gathered together.
Their faces were filled with fatigue, tension and anxiety.
A middle-aged man who looked short and sharp asked, "Can't you get in touch with the people from the Martial Arts Department?"
"Yes, Mr. President." A burly man said, "No one from the Martial Arts Department is left."
"Hasn't the communication signal been restored?" said the short and sharp man, "contact the people who went to Magou directly."
"Yes, Mr. President, the communication signal has been restored, but you also know," the burly man paused, "people in the martial arts department rarely take mobile phones out. In fact, we have called many people, but all
Powered off, no response or no one is answering."
"Okay, damn, what happened?" The short and lean middle-aged man looked a little annoyed, "What is the situation in other empires?"
"I can't get in touch either." The burly man shrugged, "I think something must have happened at Magou."
"Of course, of course something will happen there," the short and lean middle-aged man took out a cigarette from the metal cigarette case, smoked it on the bronze table, then lit it with a snap, and then took a long puff, "
Well, damn, there are at least millions of people, what else could happen?!”
"Yes, Mr. President," said an elderly man wearing glasses, "Although we cannot get the exact number of martial artists from the Global Martial Arts Federation, but based on the analysis of factors such as the population-to-disappearance ratio and energy state distribution, the number of martial arts practitioners in the world is
At least more than 3 million people."
"Quan Wu?" The short and lean middle-aged man looked at the burly man, "You can't contact them either?"
"Yes, Mr. President," the burly man looked a little nervous, "We cannot contact Quanwu directly, but need to go through the Imperial Martial Arts Department. The current situation..."
"The current situation is..." The short and lean middle-aged man flicked the ashes in the ashtray, his face was ashen, "What do you, the head of the intelligence department, do for a living?!
If you don’t know anything about such an important matter, then let us sit here and eat the air?!
Well, without the people from the Martial Arts Club, can we just wait for the beast tribe to come and destroy the falling sand?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Mr. President," a bald man in military uniform said, "according to reports from the front line, the orcs have all retreated and there is no sign of attack."
"Yes, Mr. President," the burly man wiped his forehead, "Mr. Commander, you are right, the orcs will not launch an attack, because all their orcs above the orc level have gone to Magou."
"What?!" The short and lean middle-aged man took a long drag on his cigarette, and then looked at the bald man in military uniform who had just spoken, "Have all the soldiers gone to Magou?"
"Yes, Mr. President," the bald man in military uniform nodded, "Of course, excluding those who died before going."
"What on earth is going on..." The short and lean middle-aged man exhaled a puff of smoke, "What's going on? Could it be that... the martial arts departments of various empires and the global martial arts federation... no longer exist?"
At this time, a young officer hurried in and handed a note to the bald man in military uniform.
The latter stood up and said loudly: "Mr. President, the land occupied by the orcs on the southwest border of our Luosha Empire is under attack by hostile forces."
"Okay." The short and sharp middle-aged man put out the cigarette butt, "The hateful jackal wants to steal our sheep, so let's capture it."
"Yes, Mr. President." The bald man in military uniform gave a military salute, then turned and left.
…
For a time, in the border areas of various empires around the world, the empty areas created by the large-scale retreat of the Orcs aroused the covetousness and preparation of neighboring countries. Gunfire incidents occurred frequently, and wars were about to break out.
The desolate world soon returned from the struggle between humans and beasts to the melee between humans and humans.