Although it was a joke of joy in hardship, the frustration in Zhang Yuanqing's heart was real.
Lingtuosao's operations are constant, and people in the copy can still dominate the direction of the real world.
The layout of the evil camp is a blur. The Free Covenant has been hidden for hundreds of years, and its layout is very wide. Just detonating a chess piece can destabilize the lawful camp.
In the confrontation between the New Testament County camp, the advantage he had worked so hard to accumulate was nothing more than a child's play in front of a demigod-level powerhouse.
There are still twenty days before the killing dungeon, but even if he is promoted to master, in the eyes of the demigods, he is still like an ant.
This time, the lawful camp is facing an unprecedented crisis. If it cannot survive it safely and lawfulness collapses, there will be no future at all. He will not even have time to grow.
Fu Qingyang's calm tone came from the loudspeaker:
"Boreas is an experienced demigod. Whether it is knowledge related to the spiritual realm or combat experience, he can match his personality. If she chooses to fuse with the God of Thunder, in her opinion, it must be a sure thing and she will not be afraid of the evil camp.
The calculation was made, but it was still miscalculated.”
Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a few seconds, "Boss, what do you mean?"
Fu Qingyang said "hmm": "It means that there are people in the evil camp who have experience and knowledge far better than Boreas, that is, the god you mentioned to me. The Free Alliance has been hiding for a hundred years and has planned many things secretly. If it breaks out overnight, it will inevitably
It is normal for it to bring about devastating disasters. Don’t be too panicked. If you survive, you can neutralize all the opponent’s chess pieces.”
Only when Zhang Yuanqing heard this did he realize that the boss was trying to enlighten him.
The evil camp has been planning for hundreds of years, and with the help of the gods, once it takes action, it will definitely be an earth-shattering event. It is unreasonable to hear loud thunder and small rain.
This is the foundation that people have accumulated in the last camp confrontation. The lawful camp can only bear it hard and survive, which is equivalent to using up the enemy's killing move. It is not yet known who will win.
If you can't survive it, you can only accept your fate.
"The lawful camp has been in charge of the world for a century. With so many demigods, there are still many trump cards. Just wait and see." Fu Qingyang was like a coach sitting on the battlefield, and he did not change his expression despite the landslide ahead:
"When the sky falls, there are demigods who hold it up. When all the demigods die, there is the master who holds it up. One day the master will return to the spiritual realm. When it is your turn, you will die when you die. The worst case scenario is just to return to the spiritual realm.
That's all.
"If you take life and death lightly, nothing can disturb your mood."
Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly: "I just feel unwilling to do so."
Death is not terrible, what is terrible is not making the enemy pay the price.
Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice: "Then cultivate yourself well and prepare for the killing dungeon. When you are promoted to the master, you will at least be able to join the game as a chess piece."
Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone and wanted to return to the dungeon to continue practicing, but with such a big incident happening, he was still in the mood to practice. He could not return to the dungeon with peace of mind until the trouble caused by the two chiefs of Tianpu was resolved.
So he returned to the living floor and gathered the members who had returned from the dead.
"Something big happened!" Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and looked at his teammates, "You should have received the spiritual realm notification, but the details..."
Sun Miaomiao: "We already understand everything clearly."
Zhao Chenghuang: "The two chiefs of Tianpu went crazy for some unknown reason and went on a killing spree at the headquarters. Their moral values were cleared. Now Huacheng has also suffered a catastrophe."
Zhang Yuanqing looked at them blankly: "How did you know?"
Guan Ya said: "Yuan Ting found out about it."
I almost forgot that that guy's ability to find out information is comparable to the rules. Zhang Yuanqing muttered silently, and then said:
"Huacheng is far away from New York County, and it is unlikely that it will be affected here. However, after this battle, even if Tianpu is not disintegrated, it will be weakened like never before. What will happen in the future, I don't know, it will not be good. I
I suggest you return."
Guan Ya and others nodded solemnly.
Zhang Yuanqing habitually wanted to ask them what they thought of the current situation, but felt that it was unnecessary. It was useless for saints to talk about a semi-god-level disaster. Just like office workers discussing the international situation all day long, the international situation would never change because of
change according to their will.
Western suburbs of Huacheng.
Two figures appeared out of thin air at the Tianpu headquarters. They were the white-haired marshal and the president wearing a silver mask.
The Tianpu headquarters, which covers an area of 68,000 square meters, has been reduced to ruins. The two of them looked down from a high position and saw ruined walls, uprooted green woods, pipes spraying water, and billowing smoke.
There is no life here, some are dead and some have escaped.
Victims dismembered and dismembered by wind blades can be seen everywhere, like mosquitoes swatted to death on the wall, and the blood splatters are shocking.
Among these victims, some were extraordinary, some were saints, and even some were master-level figures, but in the face of a demigod-level disaster, there was no difference between them.
Fu Qingxuan looked a little dazed. The Heavenly Punishment Headquarters is the holy place in the hearts of all lawful walkers. It gathers the lawful elites from all over the world, has two powerful level 11 demigods, is supported by a huge financial group, and has the richest prop library.
.
Lawful walkers all over the world are proud to join the Divine Retribution.
Such a powerful organization that has stood for hundreds of years has encountered disaster today.
When Fu Qingxuan was young, she also thought about joining Tianpu and becoming a respected prosecutor. Although as she grew older, she was no longer influenced by her elders and had her own opinions, but the imprint of her childhood still remained.
heart.
At this time, seeing the devastated Heavenly Punishment Headquarters, I felt particularly complicated.
"The powerful version of Heaven's Punishment has passed, and the epic level has been weakened." Mr. President sighed, held Fu Qingxuan's shoulders, and teleported her away.
The two people immediately arrived at the urban area of Huacheng, and what they saw were the same messy ruins. Not long ago, this urban area suffered from terrible hurricanes and ball lightning.
Houses collapsed, thick smoke billowed everywhere, vehicles were jammed on the roads, and people rushed to escape.
Ambulances and fire trucks blared their sirens, but were stuck on the road as streets collapsed and fractured, paralyzing traffic.
The water supply system is paralyzed, the power system is paralyzed, and people are dying every minute.
The hurricane's path ran through the city and toward the southern suburbs.
Mr. President opened the inventory, clicked on the wanted mission, checked the location of the flashing red light, and then teleported with Fu Qingxuan again.
This time, they came directly to the "destination" and saw Boreas floating five hundred meters in the sky. The CEO of Heavenly Punishment was completely naked, with no trace of his beautiful body.
One of her eyes is bright blue with concentrated thunder and lightning, and the other eye is as transparent as glass.
She looked down at the vast land, her eyes and expression were blank, and she murmured: "Who am I, who am I?"
The president and the marshal looked at each other, and the former whispered: "She is indeed crazy."
Fu Qingxuan nodded and added: "But it is also stronger. The aura on her body makes me feel trembling."
"Theoretically, she has reached level 12." Mr. President said solemnly: "The last person who gave me this feeling was Shura."
As he spoke, Boreas turned his head suddenly, looked at the two of them, and said sternly: "Who am I? And who are you!"
The empty eyes burst out with madness and cruelty.
Mr. President pointed his fingers like a sword and wrote quickly in the void. He wrote a contract full of mysterious incantations and chuckled:
"Old friend, why have you forgotten who you are? Let me tell you, but we have to make a deal. I answer your questions and you pay me."
Boreas stared at them, the cruelty in his eyes weakened, and asked urgently: "Who am I? Tell me quickly!"
The contract in front of the president instantly lit up and then disappeared, as if some rules had been formulated.
Mr. President said loudly:
"The deal is done, listen up, your name is Boreas! Boreas, I will take away your thunder god's power as reward."
After speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and saw countless tree-like lightnings rushing out of Boreas's body, converging in the president's hands, and finally condensing into a bright blue dazzling thunder ball.
Trading is the most powerful and common ability of the businessman profession.
And a deal like this that both parties have reached an agreement on is executed by the demigod-level president, in the form of rules.
"Boreas. Yes, I am Boreas, I am Boreas." Boreas's eyes moved wildly, revealing a smile that looked happy but was actually crazy.
There was a flash of sword light between heaven and earth, and Fu Qingxuan took the opportunity to sneak attack.
In an instant, she got close to the King of the Sky, pulled out a gleaming iron sword from the inventory, spit out the sharp sword energy that distorted the void, and stabbed Boreas in the forehead.
Her sword can easily break demigod-level regular items.
Boreas was still immersed in joy and chanted: "I am Boreas, I am Boreas"
Seeing that the sword light was about to hit, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the sword.
There is cyan air flowing between the fingers.
She looked at Fu Qingxuan and then at the sword in her hand. She seemed to realize that she was being attacked. Madness and murderous intent burst into her eyes, and she said sternly:
"die!"
Boom! There was a loud noise, and the air exploded. All the bones in Fu Qingxuan's body were shattered. She flew upside down like a cannonball and fell heavily to the ground. Then she rolled and bounced like a ball, creating deep pits one after another on the ground.
Fu Qingxuan stood up in embarrassment, her beautiful white hair became frizzy, her clothes were tattered and stained with mud, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
The bones crackled and healed in the blink of an eye.
Mr. President appeared next to her, holding a thunder ball in his palm, and said in a solemn tone: "It seems that I can't beat it?"
Fu Qingxuan nodded: "Without the power of thunder and lightning, her personality is still level 12. The fusion was actually successful. The problem is that she did not destroy the spirit of the God of Thunder, so she became insane."
Mr. President thought for a while and said:
"The fusion was successful and the evil camp didn't lie to her. That's right. How could such a little trick as 'cheating' be hidden from her? What was the reason for the failure? Is it possible that there is still one step missing in order to become the leader?"
At this time, a shrill howl sounded, and large swaths of wind blades descended like a rainstorm.
Mr. President held down Marshal Bai Mao's shoulders and teleported her away.
As soon as the two people appeared not far away, another wind blade came down, pouring down like it was free of charge.
The president teleported away again, but as soon as he appeared, the wind blade came immediately.
They are always under the watchful eye of the Sky King.
After the failure of Fu Qingxuan's attack just now, the two of them did not dare to try a sneak attack again, fearing that they would be exposed naked.
At this time, thick dark clouds drifted from the east, and the moisture in the air increased rapidly.
There were lightning and thunder in the dark clouds, strong winds, and a clear dragon's roar resounded in all directions, which was deafening, and the soul seemed to be cleansed.
Boreas's body trembled, and the confusion and madness in his eyes quickly dissipated. In the baptism of the dragon's roar, she found herself again and briefly woke up.
The Rain Master's Dragon Roar is best at breaking through illusions.
At this time, a tall old man with gray hair suddenly appeared on the scene. He seemed to appear out of thin air, which was even weirder and more abrupt than teleportation.
The old man held a jug of wine in his hand, raised his head, poured it into his mouth, and then squirted out.
The intoxicating alcohol dissipated like smoke, making Fu Qingxuan and the president staggered, their cheeks flushed, as if they had drunk ten pounds of Erguotou.
Boreas's eyes were covered with a layer of confusion, and the clarity he finally regained quickly dissipated, and madness and chaos once again occupied his mind.
The dark cloud rolled in, creating a suction force that quickly swallowed up the alcohol in the air.
"exile!"
Mr. President snapped his fingers and "invited" the owner of the Dionysian Club to leave.
But in the next second, Lao Mai appeared again carrying a hip flask and sneered: "Distance is meaningless to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground at his feet suddenly cracked, and two palms condensed from rock appeared, grabbing his body firmly.
The crimson flame immediately rose, and a burly man with red hair like fire appeared in the flames. Flames spurted out from his palm, turned into a long knife, and sliced off Lao Mai's head with one blow.
The head rolled down and was caught by a hand, gently pressing on the broken neck.
And Lao Mai, who was held by the rock's palm, had disappeared.
In today's world where there are no demigods in the knight profession, alcoholics can bend the rules at will and turn death into life.
A piece of green light floated from the west, curling like blue smoke. It seemed slow, but in fact it was fast.
Above the green light, a blazing flame streaked across the sky, the water vapor in the air evaporated, and heat waves rolled in.
"Da da da da" the sound of horse hoofbeats came from the south, and eight blue horses came quickly pulling a chariot.
The earth cracked open, and an old man wearing a yellow robe with white beard and hair stood on a stone pillar and slowly rose into the sky.
The demigods of the lawful camp have arrived.
"Roar!"
The deafening roar attracted the attention of the demigods. A five-clawed divine dragon with black scales and green beards swam towards him, exuding an evil aura, and its eyes were like two rubies.
Gu dragon! A demigod from the Psionic Society is here.
Above Gu Long's head, there are two figures standing. One of them is wearing a cloak and a hood. His face is sometimes male or female, sometimes old or young. He is the phantom god of the southern sect. The other is wearing a straight suit, handsome and elegant, wearing a