Just as everyone stared blankly, the mighty rainbow formed by the torrent of Source Form completely pierced through Dagon's body, and then broke into the border.
Then, using this as a springboard, it pointed to …
The Blessed Paradise?!
In an instant, the rainbow turned into a bridge. Using the connection between Dagon and the rancher, it forcibly opened up the coordinates of the Blessed Paradise, and then built a road.
Since the start of the war, the ascendants who had been waiting until now appeared on the bridge. Countless figures flew across the rainbow bridge, and rushed straight to the Blessed Paradise at the end of the rainbow.
The surprise attack had begun!
At this moment, not only on this sea, but also on various coastal cities, large and small battles between the Purified People and the Social Security Bureau were unfolding.
But even if they had the upper hand, it still could not solve any problems.
Passively defending could only passively wait for the enemy to make a move. Rather than that, it was better to attack the enemy directly!
— — Break into the Blessed Paradise!
"Okay, I should go too."
The little girl called the White Emperor's Child shook off the water on her body and raised her arm to catch the pigeons falling from the sky. She waved at Yan Qingge handsomely, "I'll be back soon!"
After that, she turned back and jumped into the rainbow behind her, disappearing among the many figures.
"Don't get lost!"
Yan Qingge poked his head out and shouted worriedly, not knowing if she heard him.
Even when she was in the Present Realm, she was still able to jump around for several hours in an unknown place where time and space were distorted. To be lost to such an extent was already shocking enough to make ghosts and gods weep.
But it was better if she got lost before. At most, she would only mumble a few times, and it would not delay anything. If she got lost in the Blessed Paradise, then it would really be over!
But she would not go that far … right?
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In Xin Hai, the rumbling had come to an end.
In the place where the Dragon Horse Plaza used to be, there was now only a ruin left. Among the broken walls, countless corpses of border mutants were scattered in the dust and mud.
Fresh blood of various colors mixed together, emitting a foul smell.
The last remaining fanatics seemed to have given up hope of breaking out. Under the guidance of the old priest, they surrounded the huge broken bronze mirror and prayed fervently.
They did not care about the suppression force behind them.
The sound of praying became louder and louder.
Until gunshots rang out.
The priest, who had been standing in front of the bronze mirror for a long time, fell on his back. There was a bloody wound in his chest, and blood was gushing out of his mouth.
Director Fu changed the magazine expressionlessly and kicked away the screaming fanatic in front of him. He lowered his head and looked at the twisted face. Even though the fanatic was dying, his lips were still open as he prayed with difficulty.
Director Fu sneered. "Now that things have come to this, are you still hoping for a miracle from your Sheng Deity?"
"Miracles … are everywhere …"
"What a coincidence."
Director Fu said indifferently, "I have a miracle for you too, and it's a 125mm caliber one."
Behind him, the sound of steel rolling over cement rang out. Amidst the loud rumbling, the huge tank drove into the ruins. The black muzzle slowly turned around and aimed at the remaining group of lunatics.
Director Fu turned around indifferently and waved his hand. "Send these bastards to heaven!"
"You will … regret … for what you have done …"
In the pool of blood, the priest's face became twisted and venomous. "Soon, you will see the arrival of the Almighty Holy Spirit with your own eyes …"
Boom!
After the sound of the cannon, there was nothing left.
"It's finally over."
Director Fu touched his pocket and took out his cigarette box and a nicotine patch. After thinking for a while, he threw the nicotine patch aside and reached for the cigarette box.
"Forget it, let's celebrate. Just one, just one …"
Just as he lit the cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke, he saw a black fog gradually rising in the distant sky.
In the northeast.
He was stunned for a moment and subconsciously calculated the distance. 'It seems … about the same as the position of the Special Affairs Department?'
Amidst his astonishment, streams of smoke rose up from the ground one after another. They were like pitch-black pillars, and even the strong winds were unable to blow them away. They propped up the space between the sky and the earth, drawing the entire city in step by step.
Ai Qing, who was beside him, looked up at the sky. "So this is the meaning of a ritual?"
They heard screams coming from behind them.
A large amount of thick smoke spewed out of the broken bronze mirror. The terrifying concentration of the abyss precipitated in an instant, corroding the surrounding people into strange shapes.
Before the smoke had time to spread, a gunshot rang out from Ai Qing, shattering the bronze mirror into pieces. But soon, countless scattered pieces of copper gathered out of thin air, and thick smoke rose again.
The mutated people seemed to be pulled by the smoke, screaming as they were swallowed into the bronze mirror.
At that moment, a dagger flew out from Ai Qing's hand, emitting a golden light in mid-air, leaving a straight trace. The dagger was nailed into the bronze mirror, pouring the endless light contained in the dagger into it, illuminating the fragmented world and the bloody scene that looked like hell.
It was as if the sun had appeared out of thin air.
The border relic that once severely injured Faust suddenly shattered at this moment. Then, the condensed light recklessly refracted and collided with the fragments of the mirror. Finally, it gathered in one place and exploded.
The bronze mirror suspended in mid-air shook violently, turned red, and quickly melted. Copper liquid fell like raindrops, and then, it fell apart.
At the last moment, an inhuman roar of anger rang out, as if a feast had been interrupted.
A huge strange palm forcibly stretched out from it, causing the surrounding scene to crack like a broken mirror. In the blink of an eye, the world spun and everything disappeared as if it was an illusion.
When Director Fu came to his senses, he subconsciously looked to the side.
But there was no one in the wheelchair beside him.
Ai Qing had disappeared without a trace.
Along with the other two ascendants.
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Half an hour ago, in the prison on the second basement of the Special Affairs Division.
As the light of a summoning animation lit up on the phone screen, impassioned music began to play.
“SSR! SSR! SSR!”
Huai Shi stared at the screen with wide eyes and shouted with anticipation.
That's right, Huai Shi also got his phone.
Not only was he connected to the wifi here, but he was also lying in bed playing mobile games all day long, as if it was his own home. Moreover, after he had money, he became bolder. After thinking for a night, he gritted his teeth and charged 30 yuan into the game!
For the first time in his life, he became a monthly card user.
Not to mention anything else, he instantly felt like he was noble. It was different from before. Now, he looked at free players as if they were little eunuchs who were studying with him.
After floating for a long time and finally calming down, it was time for the exciting card draw.
The stock that he had accumulated during this period of time, and the 20 stones that the monthly card gave him every day, added together, he could draw 10 consecutive draws. In the last few minutes before the end of the White Emperor's card pool, Huai Shi resolutely pressed the button for the tenth draw.
Then, in the constantly flickering light …
His smile gradually disappeared.
As he drew again and again, his last hope disappeared in the blue sky of Africa.
"Why is this happening!"
He collapsed on the bed powerlessly. As the countdown ended, he said goodbye to the White Emperor card in the pool forever. He was speechless.
You're the only card I want. jpg
While the fat otaku was crying, he suddenly heard footsteps from the stairs.
A serious-looking prison guard walked downstairs with two armed guards. They went straight to Huai Shi's cell … next door.
"Qi Yuan, let's go!"
The unfamiliar prison guard knocked on the bars of the cell with a baton and urged loudly.
Huai Shi, who was lying on the bed, raised his head in shock and looked at them.
He frowned.
He smelled a familiar scent from the two guards and the prison guard.
The smell of blood.
"Isn't Old Li on duty today?"
He asked casually, but he didn't get an answer. Instead, he felt a cold murderous intent coming from the two armed guards.
He paused for a second, sighed, and threw his phone away.
"I originally wanted to sit in prison peacefully."
When the phone spun in the air, the boy who was paralyzed on the bed had already bounced up from the broken bed board, dodging the blazing bullets that followed closely behind.
Then, the burning palm spun in the air and threw an invisible axe at the guard.
The ax blade whistled through the air and directly chopped the palm that pulled the trigger. Then, the gray rope extended, wrapped around the barrel, and suddenly pulled back.
Huai Shi landed on the ground, caught the submachine gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger at the guard who was empty-handed.
The head exploded.
Then, he clenched his fist and turned it into ashes … but no thick smoke appeared.
He awkwardly found that his recent days were peaceful and comfortable. He slept and ate. He could also play mobile games every day in prison. It was difficult to accumulate any negative energy.
Unknowingly, his negative energy machine had been worn away by the comfortable prison life …
The life of a fat otaku was terrifying!
He could only awkwardly dodge the other guard's aiming and shooting. He hurriedly threw the rope. The rope flew out like a snake and wrapped around the guard's body. In an instant, he was tied up like a dumpling.
Huai Shi took out the ax and slashed at the railing. In the roar of the metal collision, he kicked off a section of the railing and squeezed out of the cage. He looked at the cell next to him.
He was afraid that Qi Yuan would be silenced in just a few seconds.
But the expected bloody scene did not happen.
Behind the opened cell door, the originally majestic prison guard was now devoutly prostrating at Qi Yuan's feet. He raised his hands high and offered a dark wine.
"You're here?"
Qi Yuan looked up at him, but his face was completely different from what Huai Shi imagined. He was scarily thin. Only his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had struggled in a nightmare for a long time.
"Well, you can send me off."
He held the small wine jug in his hand and grinned at Huai Shi. He raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
Huai Shi couldn't stop him. He subconsciously reached out to pull the rope to pull the wine jug back, but he felt a terrifying wave of air sweep over.
It was as if a bomb had exploded from Qi Yuan's body.
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