Louis Ji's calm pace seemed very eye-catching in the chaos of war. A kind-hearted man saw his "death death behavior" and even pulled him: "Are you crazy brother? Now in an earthquake, even elementary school students know that they can't get close to buildings during earthquakes, let alone walk in a narrow road."

Evan: "Thank you, we are here to save the world."

The passerby looked at the two of them for a while, and the expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to horror. Then he turned around and ran away, shouting to his wife not far away: "Go away quickly, it's a hell, even the walls of the mental hospital have collapsed! I've said a long time ago that they shouldn't build the mental hospital in the city!"

"Don't talk nonsense to irrelevant people, come here." Louis quickly bypassed the crowd of people who were rushing around and walked to where Carlos disappeared. At this time, a transparent wall blocked his way. Louis put his hands on it and touched the entity. He said confidently, "Douglas is doing it."

The birds' sharp chirping sounded behind him. Louis looked back and saw that the white-skeleton-headless bird finally died and hit the ground like a falling object from a high altitude. He said in a deep voice: "If it is the realm of Difu, theoretically everything in the realm will operate according to the world's master's ideas and nothing will be revealed. Although this is not Difu... it should be similar."

"so?"

Evan learned his appearance and tentatively reached out his hand, but he could easily pass through Louis's transparent wall. Evan even took a step forward under Louis's surprised gaze, but nothing was blocking him, but he "can't walk into" this "field" and could not see where Carlos was.

"This shows that the Lord of the Realm seems to be unable to do anything for some reason - you try to move forward slowly now." Louis whispered, "Go to where Carlos disappeared."

Evan walked forward a few more steps in a daze, then stood there where Carlos disappeared, and turned around blankly: "I don't feel any difference, instructor."

No matter what Cleisto made, Evan is undoubtedly immune to it!

At this time, there was no need to think about it, Louis waved to him: "This is the first time you have saved me trouble instead of going around, come and do your flattered former instructor a favor, Mr. Gorado, put the 'Pearl' where you stand."

Evan carefully held a "pearl" and placed it at the designated location as if holding a tribute to His Majesty the King. Louis took off his gloves and groped his transparent wall with his slender fingers, and took out a small bottle of nail polish from his pocket - it was the simple version of sword-front grass juice that hunters usually brought on their bodies when they went out for field trips, a blessing pigment of attack-type magic circles.

Louis focused on drawing magic circles on this invisible wall. It was an ancient and classic method of breaking the array that he found in that magic circle group after Aldo opened up the authority of the underground palace to them. It was so exquisite that it was just enough to detonate the "pearl".

When he finished drawing, he looked up and found that Evan was still standing in there stupidly. Louis was angry - is this guy really reserved for lighting?

"I really can't understand what's there that makes you reluctant to leave, or do you want to try the feeling of being blown away?" Louis roared, "Don't you get out for me!"

Evan quickly trotted and retreated: "But Carlos..."

"I have limited the explosion range. The pearls destroy the shell. As long as Carlos doesn't hurt his head by falling fragments, there's no problem." Louis retreated quickly while silently whispering his heart - sometimes he really feels that the ball on Carlos' neck has limited functions, and it may be more normal if he smashes it.

As soon as this sentence fell, a dazzling white light burst out behind them. Even the two people facing their backs were facing it, they felt like they were about to be blinded at that moment.

The two of them quickly accelerated their pace. At this time, the streets that had retreated were running wildly. The "Pearl" caused a second "aftershock", mixed with the sound of a thousand pieces of glass shattering at the same time, covering the sky and the earth. At that moment, it made people's scalp numb, as if the whole world had turned into a crystal, and they exploded it with their own hands.

Of course - people like Evan who have no literary and artistic cells are only amazed when they are blown out by the explosion shock wave: Why hasn't the temple experimental base that comes out of such a dangerous thing been invited to the Six-Party Talks?

After the explosion, in the temple of Clesto, the deepest part of the Death Valley, the amazingly beautiful man suddenly seemed to have been hammered hard on his chest. His back hit the wall with a "bang" and he immediately vomited blood. In the dark and gloomy ancient temple, his face seemed to be filled with a grey and death aura.

The little boy Kevin's body was suspended in the air without any consciousness. There seemed to be something sticky in the air, which tightly bound him there, like a silkworm cocoon, and there was a silver thing on the ground, and it was slightly flowing at the edge, like a small pool, turning into thin lines, constantly rolling in the air, and finally sank into Kevin's body.

The thin boy seemed to be suffering from some kind of torture. Every time the filaments entered his body, he would twitch obviously, shed tears unconsciously, and even crying could not be heard.

Douglas stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers passed through the silver threads. They seemed to be very familiar with his body. They were like gentle waves of water. They tangled for a while before they reluctantly left to where they should go.

The blind man tried to get up from the ground, but the pain in his body was too unbearable. He fell to the ground like a dog and rolled into the corner.

In the last battle between the Temple and Defu, the Clesto clan stood on the side of the Temple, but unexpectedly, the last blow of the cunning human beings to Satan was a conspiracy. The "enchant" had long been constructed, but it lacked the energy to drive it. Within the next ten years, the Archbishop Rio Aldo, known as the most outstanding in human history, completed the enchantment, and since then, the Valley of Death, which protected the temple, was in name only.

What Douglas used to trap Carlos just to use his last power to support an empty shell - perhaps even the person trapped in it could feel that he was unable to do so.

Louis's fatal "pearl" gave him the last blow.

Humans...yes, humans-the world can no longer keep up with their footsteps.

Douglas didn't understand why his ancestors were so confused and easily handed over Cleisto's "Revelation Scroll". Couldn't he think about his own tribe? Could he not imagine how a human race that was not threatened would grow and occupy every corner in a hundred years or two hundred years?

So what will Clesto gain a foothold?

Since Douglas accepted the inheritance, he has personally witnessed countless tribesmen being assimilated by the human race and living a mediocre and ordinary life every day. He has forgotten his great ancestors and destined inheritance. More and more precious Clestor bloodlines have lost their qualifications for inheritance and have become creatures that are as detestable as those humans who run around their undoubted lives every day.

Look at the ancient Watson family. For generations that should have been Cleisto's children "sleeping" without realizing that their identity is different from their stupid neighbors. A family scum even joined the temple. Until now, there is only a dead half-baked old man and a child of a few years.

Douglas' face that always seemed sad and joyless suddenly flashed with a layer of sadness like a glimpse of glimpses. He struggled to lift his bloody hand and stroked Kevin's little face almost tenderly.

"I can no longer protect its memory for the world." He said softly, the voice was a bit desolate and dumb, "Child, the child of the Crystal tribe..."

His invisible eyes were filled with bright red tears mixed with blood: "Don't hate me."

Before Carlos could pull the dagger from a "cow" as big as a truck, he heard a loud noise. He was rolled all over, turning it over and over again, almost unable to get up.

The beef that changed to eat meat, with a dagger on his neck, struggled violently, and the small dagger that was not good-looking, long-handled, clanged to the ground. Then the injured beast made a painful sound similar to a "meow" and ran away rampantly.

Carlos sat on the ground with a dusty face, and for the first time in his life, he heard the scream of a "sharp-horned cow" and realized that this ugly big guy was a close relative of the cat!

But what the hell is going on?

Soon, Evan, who was lying backwards in the ruins, gave him the answer.

"Oh...well, the shape is good," Carlos turned to Louis leaning against a dangerous wall, "What was that just now?"

"Some tool." Louis replied vaguely, secretly stuffing the pearls in his pocket - just kidding, this gentleman is simply a natural destruction maniac. If he is given the tools to bless him, one day he will blow the earth to merge with the moon!

Carlos experienced a sudden explosion for the first time, and his ears were buzzing. He felt very strange. He tilted his head and fell down without falling out. His head became fainted after realizing it. He used his limbs together to get up from the ground. When he walked, he still turned in one direction and finally hit the wall.

Poor Carlos had to hold a big tree with his hands and feet and use his feet to hold a big tree, like an extended version of a big koala, closing his eyes and waiting for his shock sense of balance to wake up.

Louis picked up Evan, looked at the devastated and whistling bull around him, and asked, "What is that?"

"Sharp-horned cow." After a long time, Carlos recovered a little and whispered the soil on his body. "You can pack one of the specialties of Death Valley and take a photo of Mr. Goode - OK, gentlemen, the good news is that Mr. Douglas, who was so smart just now, has pointed me out the way to the temple. He is really a kind guide angel. It would be better if he was gentler."

"Bad news?" Louis asked.

"It is the temple deep in the valley of death."

"Mr. Gorado, go and drive the car over," Louis told Evan, "Is there any danger that 'cow'? Is it okay to let it run out like this?"

"It's just one, someone will solve it," Carlos waved his hand indifferently, but the next second, his steps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at Louis with an incredible expression, "Don't tell me that you are the only two of you here."

Louis was a little embarrassed: "At present, I'm afraid...yes."

An indescribable expression appeared on Carlos's face. Louis believed that he must have some profound thoughts to publish, but it was probably due to the current sword-holding priest's face, and swallowed it back like a thorn in his throat. Finally, Carlos turned around, waved at him weakly, and came up with an idea: "Then call it a backup, support - this one can be there?"

He took off his hat, shook the dust on it, revealing a somewhat disgusting and entangled expression, and then put it on his head again: "It doesn't matter, it won't last long after leaving here, let alone I've stabbed it. Douglas was planning to hold me back, I'm afraid his damn inheritance has begun, so he will follow me immediately."

They drove away quickly, throwing the mess on the scene to Aldo, who was dragging his face with fatigue, even sitting in the car, half asleep.

When they arrived at Jason's neighborhood, they saw a bloody hole in their neck, a iron armor that looked like a tank, was surrounded by a large group of riot policemen with high-pressure water guns, and they were gasping in their noses, and there was a dead bird with no head under their hooves.

Aldo sighed and looked at the messy Jereary neighborhood, his ears filled with endless voices of unknown TV anchors next to him - "according to reliable information", after the earthquake, unknown explosions occurred in the Jereary neighborhood, and suspected terrorists took the opportunity to counterattack the city.

The former Archbishop suddenly felt that he had made a special trip to wipe the butts of these people.

Aldo walked out slowly with the car door, and weakly told the person next to him: "Take that thing to me on the spot - no matter what method is used."

He stepped back a little and wiped away the little water vapor on his face depressedly. The ancient man obviously didn't understand what it meant for those people in heavy uniforms to spew water at sharp-horned cows - were they bathing the dyingly struggling thing?
Chapter completed!