Both Zibok and Paul burst out their potential in the crisis.

The heavy pressure did not overwhelm them, but instead made them more courageous as they fought. Killing these monsters was like cutting melons and vegetables.

But when manpower is exhausted, these monsters gradually condense into one as they keep cutting melons and vegetables.

The weapons monsters that had run at the end of the team have now become the only winners and reap the benefits of the fisherman. They were originally weapons such as drum sticks and shields that were rejected on the edge, which were less threatening, but now they have become the leaders. They have packed up all the dead weapons and began to evolve in a larger direction.

In this process, they fought and fought each other, and in the end they were only two, two tall giants like real mountains. They stood between the black water, higher than the surrounding buildings, and stood in front of them like the guardian god of the Styx, staring at the vehicles in front of them.

Their bodies have already experienced thousands of fusions. After all the strange things, they have become full of confrontation with chaos and order. They are the winners of this feast of raising a feast. The towering bodies allow them to even grab a bunch of flying polluting creatures in the sky with one hand and chew in their mouths, as if they are eating a bunch of snacks.

The four trucks were like ships floating in the black water, and finally arrived at the center of the two giants in the storm. They turned around one after another, and looked at the four trucks passing by with their big heads, and the Black River water exploded to the side more violently with the two of them turning their heads, as if it was about to burst.

Richard looked up and looked left and right, watching the two giants approaching, his heart beat violently again, and another different sense of suffocation, penetrated directly from his heart into his brain. In the short time of this night, Richard had no idea how many words he had suffered. Although his face changed drastically every time, all this strong stimulation did not defeat him, but instead made him more tense.

(I can't do anything, but at least I can't be scared by life.)

This is the bottom line that Richard has done for himself in his heart.

Richard strictly adhered to his beliefs. Faced with the extreme pressure from the visual effects of this tall giant, he did not take a step back. He stood firm and carefully observed the paintings drawn by the giant and Qi Boke.

Painting is the only barrier between this extremely powerful giant and Richard.

In the painting, the originally scattered elements began to be integrated together, and all the mountains and rivers were integrated into a scene, just like a long scroll, slowly unfolding, from the city to the wilderness, from people's conversations, to butterflies flying in the dense forest.

Paul and Zibok did not communicate with each other during the entire painting process, but they would pay attention to what the other person painted. They would read out the other person's thoughts from the other person's paintings, then use their own paintings to cooperate, and then combine them into a complete picture scroll.

This is a tacit understanding that belongs to the painter alone.

Now that this painting has finally come to its end, this means that their inspiration and motivation have been exhausted to the limit. Perhaps for a long time, they can't draw any paintings. Their previous experience and knowledge have been emptied by this painting. This is a painting that solidifies his hard work.

This painting seems to be fixed to the sides and front of the four trucks in a way of paint and lines, but in fact the divine intention of the painting has been accepted by the space wrapped around the four trucks, and is fully displayed in this world in a phantom form.

So, when the painting was about to fall, Chibok and Paul both raised their heads at the same time, headed towards the fists of the two giants, and looked at the dull night sky behind them. As the red moon approached, they no longer had all the graphics in their paintings. They found the place where the last stroke was about to fall.

In the sky, use the brightest color to make the last stroke.

The two raised their hands, one of them drew a horizontal stroke and the other drew a vertical stroke.

One horizontal and one vertical, in the east and west.

The extraordinary power gathered in the entire painting is displayed in horizontal and vertical directions.

The giant in the east was cut from top to bottom by Qi Bok's vertical line. The black water and steel contained in its body were cut into two halves, and the cut surface was as clean as a flat lake surface.

The west side was cut by Paul's horizontal line, and it was also divided in half, as flat as a mirror.

These two such powerful giants suddenly collapsed in an instant and fell into the black water. Countless pieces of metal and the pouring black water had already formed a ball of flesh and blood, and they burst into water in the black water, as if a meteor had fallen to the ground, shaking waves and fighting the sun.

"Win...Win?" Richard couldn't believe that all this happened.

Paul was so tired that he couldn't stand up straight. He lay down straight, sweat wetting his hair and clothes, "It should be a win."

His tone was not that firm, and his eyes looked ahead with a numb look.

The dam breaker is not far away, and you can reach these four trucks in just two minutes.

Two minutes...

What a distant two minutes.

After finishing the painting, Qi Boke's depression and concerns had completely subsided. Even though he knew, the road ahead was still difficult.

But he was already focused on it.

I have already made the way I should go, and I have also kept the way I should guard. Now I should die or live, and I should also give it back to the fate in the dark.

(I hope my destiny will favor...)

Even though Qi Boke couldn't even move his fingers, he lay flat on the ground, and was praying and making his last efforts.

The two of them fell, and Elos still didn't believe it in the red ball. Richard became the last goalkeeper, and he will face the final trial and the final test of fate.

Not far away, about a hundred meters away, without any weapons swallowing, all the parts scattered by the two giants began to converge into the middle, and the steel fragments began to be pieced together. This time the fragments were no longer messy, but formed pieces of figures intact. This time the flesh and blood were no longer distorted, but formed pieces of flesh and blood in a regular manner.

A monster is taking shape, and Richard can only face this monster. There is no one behind him, and no one can guarantee him any more. Since humans have recorded it, there has never been such a head-on battle.

A mortal is about to face the ultimate thing, composed of an endless sea of ​​weapons, chaotic flesh and blood, and black water that drives the flow of space.

Pressure can no longer be called pressure. It is a fatal breath that ferments over time, invading every inch of Richard's skin and every thought.

Escape, run, cry, kneel down and pray to the gods.

You are just a mortal, you don't have that much power.

There is no need to face him, you can escape, run back, and run behind the red ball.

Your elder brother will definitely come out to protect you.

The temptation sound was even more violent than the most ferocious poison in the world. Tears began to flow out of Richard's eyes, all over his eyes, but he did not cry or retreat.

He stood up straight with his left hand, controlling his right hand with his left hand, raised his head, and looked at the ultimate thing that was gradually forming.

It was a giant that these weapons fought in the black water for a long time before they formed. It was enough to be comparable to the sky. When it stomped its feet, the entire Black River would be reversed.

It is no longer confusing, no longer contradictory, it is so powerful and perfect, as if all human words that describe power cannot describe it.

In Richard's eyes, the image of this giant is like a god, irresistible and irresistible.

(Come...Come...Come!)

Richard clenched his lips.

At this moment, a slit appeared on the God's face, a curved slit. He was laughing, and He stretched out his palm, but it was not an attack, as if he wanted to touch Richard's head.

This divine hand is made of steel and shines with bright light. Neat steel sheets are combined into a complete and smooth piece, full of harmonious beauty.

The palms were flatly passed through the space constraints formed by the four trucks and fell to Richard's head.

Richard could no longer hold back and closed his eyes in fear.

He thought he was about to die, so he went to the Styx to accompany the ghosts.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw a man gently touching the top of his head.

This person is so familiar, so familiar that he is a little unfamiliar.

It's Elos...

The one who appeared before Richard...is Elhos.
Chapter completed!