"Ah … You're all here?"
As if nothing had happened, Huai Shi pulled the Hatred Water out of the corpse under his feet. He squeezed out a smile with difficulty, took a step back, and then another step back. He cupped his hands and said goodbye in a trembling voice.
"Sorry to disturb you. Goodbye!"
In an instant, the living blood gathered into a bundle, rolled him up, and began to pull him up rapidly.
But the power coming from the darkness was faster. Before Huai Shi could react, a black shadow flew over. From above, it tore the link of the living blood with a sliding shovel. Then, it refracted on the wall.
When Huai Shi finished blinking, the living blood in his hand had broken, and the bestial vertical pupil was close at hand.
A roar burst forth.
He flew backward to the ground and crashed into the ruins of the building.
Before he could get up, a thick tentacle suddenly stretched out from the ruins, rolled him up, and threw him into the distance.
It was like playing basketball.
Huai Shi felt the world spin around her as she was enveloped in a spherical shield. She had lost count of how many times she had been knocked into in an instant. Her entire body fell into darkness as she felt the continuous impact.
What was worse was that cracks had appeared on the shield of the living blood.
He was unable to support it.
Huai Shi's face suddenly turned green.
It took so much effort to deal with one of these spirits. He could at least fight with two of them, and he could at least run away with three of them … But there were so many of them. If he didn't pay attention today, he would really send himself to death.
The giant elephant-like spirit had already raised its head and screamed. It raised its pillar-like leg and trampled down on Huai Shi.
However, before that could happen, the living blood's protective shield shattered with a loud bang. Huai Shi shot out from within like a bolt of lightning, dragging the intense light of hatred behind her. She had already flown up and was level with the giant elephant's malevolent head.
Only a shrill electric light flashed across, making the giant elephant feel pain and roar angrily. The whole garbage dump shook under the heavy trampling of the heavy mass.
As for Huai Shi, he had already borrowed the force to fly up again. He only saw the darkness surging and gathering towards him at an incredible speed. He could not help but grit his teeth and clench his fists.
In an instant, the living blood around his body suddenly gathered and condensed into a sparkling and translucent crystal under his feet.
The Origin Substance mixed into the blood, which had been compressed endlessly, began to glow with a blinding red light.
After barely activating the forging furnace, the Alchemy Fire instantly activated the Origin Substance and life force within it, turning it into a giant bomb.
Ignite!
In the next moment, a red storm suddenly burst out of thin air and spread in the darkness. Countless fine blood crystals tore the greedy curse blood apart, forming a fleeting and terrifying flame.
More than half of the living blood, including the new blood that had just been multiplied, had been thrown in by Huai Shi.
The destructive power was beyond Huai Shi's imagination.
The flying sharp shards almost cut the first few Spirits of Birth into skeletons, shattering them into several pieces. And Huai Shi's figure used the power of the explosion to rise up again, flying back the way he had come.
Above the crack in the ceiling, the friendly puppy suddenly stuck its head out, opened its mouth, and seized this fleeting opportunity to bite him, then turned around and ran!
The explosion close by caused his internal organs to be impacted, causing him to bleed internally and break his ribs. Huai Shi only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and his vision was blood-red.
However, he still did not dare to relax. He forcibly activated the power of Ruin's End, once again releasing a strand of Origin Substance, causing the innate ability of the Black Windbreaker to activate.
The dog and man instantly disappeared into the darkness, disappearing from the monsters' senses.
Behind the crack, the countless Spirits of Birth immediately became restless, roaring angrily.
The flood surged, and they poured out of their nests, frantically searching for that cooked duck. But no matter how carefully they searched, it was difficult to find any traces left behind by the outsider.
The high-pitched screeches transmitted a message into the distance.
And so, in the depths of Helios, in the broken central reactor, a vague silhouette emerged from the endless light.
Then, it opened its eyes. Terrifying flames gathered in its eyes, and it looked over.
An indescribable pressure descended here. Its gaze penetrated the layers of barriers, coldly sweeping inch by inch, as if it wanted to search heaven and earth, not letting go of a single speck of dust.
Suddenly, it pierced through a layer of insignificant darkness.
But amidst the sound of bubbles bursting, there was nothing behind the darkness, only a string of wretched blood extending into the distance.
However, that gaze was not in a hurry to trace back. Instead, it retracted its gaze, looking inwards and searching inch by inch, identifying every trace left behind by the intruder.
It was as if it could see that Huai Shi had pretended to leave traces and quietly turned back.
It was not willing to let go of any suspicious points.
There was nothing unusual.
All the Spirits of Birth respectfully prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, enduring the pressure of that tyrannical gaze. A mouse-like monster shuddered and instantly attracted cold gazes.
It froze in place, then split into two without any warning, revealing its internal structure from the inside out.
In the end, the gaze slowly retracted.
The Spirits of Birth still prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to move. Only after a long time, did they return to their lairs with their tails between their legs and fell into a deep sleep.
An hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed.
Five hours passed.
In the ruins of the garbage dump, the monster killed by Huai Shi suddenly moved.
Noticing that there was no reaction around, it moved again.
From the broken chest, a sneaky little dog head drilled out, quietly glancing around.
There seemed to be no problem.
It turned around and bit its companion's finger.
Thus, from the cooling cursed blood, a figure slowly slid out. He did not get up at all, nor did he make any sound. Under the cover of the dark trench coat, he relied on his own muscles to move forward like a snake.
He quietly left the village, and did not want to shoot.
Just like that, with the dog on his back, he got into a sewer pipe.
He disappeared into the deepest part of the darkness.
Only a bat-like Spirit of Birth hung on the ceiling as if it smelled something. It opened its eyes to take a look, but it did not see anything, so it withdrew its gaze.
After running for an unknown distance, the exhausted Huai Shi stopped in her tracks.
He finally found a slightly safer gap, stuffed the dog in, and then himself. He turned over and blocked the gap with tools and camouflage.
He fell into a deep sleep.
The darkness returned to silence, and nothing happened.
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Five hours ago, in the lower level of Helios, on the east side of the Path of Ascension.
There was an endless fog that engulfed everything in its path. Only a faint figure could be seen within it.
Like mourners heading to a funeral.
The alchemists from the Stoneware Institution did not take off their pitch-black spacesuits. They just raised their heavy jets and moved forward silently.
There was no communication or words between them. They were like robots, coldly and accurately carrying out the orders from the Grand Master. Holding weapons in their hands, they killed all the creatures that blocked their way along the way.
Whether it was monsters or survivors.
Just like that, they walked forward on the bloody path, step by step going deep into the core of the lower level, until they were surrounded by layers of frenzied Spirits of Birth.
A sharp long tongue shot out, cutting the leader's arm, and immediately swept away most of his body and swallowed it into its stomach.
But the incomplete alchemist in the stomach still completed his last mission, turning himself and the enemy into a dissolved liquid, and poured it in all directions.
Wherever it passed, everything collapsed and melted like wax. In the end, all that was left was a sticky substance that kept bubbling.
Soon, in the dissolved substance, the reborn leader slowly rose, looking down at his naked body indifferently. With a snap of his fingers, a spacesuit was derived from the solution again, covering his body.
Moving forward.
At the end of the tunnel, there was the sound of sonorous footsteps.
With solemn halos on their heads, knights in heavy armor walked towards them step by step, holding long halberds in their hands.
It was as if they were pushing through an iron wall.
The man-made alchemy bullets had no effect on them. After breaking through their defenses, they went straight in, and the alchemy arcana tore their armor apart. But there was nothing behind the armor, only a wriggling darkness suddenly stabbed out, converging into an amorphous sludge monster, and swallowed and covered them one by one.
In an instant, more than half of them were lost.
Then, the sharp sound of steel rubbing against each other rang out. The heavy jet suddenly shook, and the thick outer shell fell apart, revealing the substance hidden within.
But it was not some compressed, simple frontline base.
Instead, it was a pitch-black iron coffin.
Behind the iron coffin, an unknown thing opened its eyes. In an instant, the steel before its eyes melted, and then the amorphous monster was completely torn apart, evaporating into ashes.
The blazing light did not stop, tearing through layers of planks and walls, piercing through the middle layer of Helios. After sweeping past the top layer of Helios, it pierced through the entire seven days of alchemy, and came out from the other side of Helios.
It pierced into the demon's eye of Jupiter.
Only a streak of terrifying scarlet was left.
It was like the blood that gushed out after piercing the eye.
Soon, the terrifying light dissipated as the eyes closed, leaving only a terrifying crack on the black coffin that looked like it had melted steel.
The crack wriggled like a living creature, quickly closing up and disappearing.
The silent alchemists were reborn from the ashes, once again carrying the iron coffin and moving forward.
They disappeared into the deepest part of the fog.
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"Damn it, is there anyone! Is there anyone! "
In the transmission center of the son of Leviathan, Rachel screamed hoarsely.
Half of his body fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.
The man twitched in pain and roared hoarsely, but no one responded in the empty transmission room, as if waiting for him to die.
So indifferent and ruthless.
Rachel's expression became more and more resentful, and with the last of his bizarre thoughts, he clenched his teeth.
Literally, he clenched his teeth.
The Snakeskin Dust in his molars flowed into his throat, and then a miracle happened. His broken body began to quickly regenerate and recover.
It was just that the reborn body was not compatible with the original parts.
He looked like a seven or eight-year-old child, but with an adult's face and an arm.
He had completely become a deformed child.
In the viscous amniotic fluid spread on the ground, Rachel gasped and struggled to get up. He casually tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his body.
He did not have time to rest and pushed the door open angrily.
He rushed straight to the bridge, with resentment and anger.
The Great Grandmaster actually stood by and did not care how much he sacrificed for him … That old thing was not trustworthy at all!
It completely violated the contract between them!
Full of anger and resentment, Rachel violently pushed the door open and roared at the old man with his back to him, "This is not what we agreed on!"
In the silence, no one responded.
Only the tragic blood reflected on Rachel's gradually pale face.
Blood flowed between the countless corpses and flowed to his feet, bringing with it a cold and sticky feeling.
Then, the old corpse slowly fell to the ground.
Blood as hot as molten iron silently flowed out of the broken neck, corroding the floor with a sizzling sound.
Only a dead and furious head was left spinning in the hands of the enemy, sprinkling the last scarlet blood.
Now, holding the head of Garland Deon in his hand, the one-eyed alchemist Ragnar … No, the Great Grandmaster Pubrus raised his eyes and looked at the deformed child who was seeking his own death, showing a warm smile.
"What did you agree on? Can you tell me? "
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