Chapter 71 The Omen of a Storm

"Is this... the legendary... magic weapon?"

Just held the heavy shackle in his hand? Well, it was more easy to call it a meteor hammer. The surface of the round hammer head was covered with cold spikes. Under the wielding iron chain, the impact force was completely devastating!

If this is the case, Just would only treat it as a high-imitation ancient weapon, because there were even mottled blood on it... The men who have been through the battlefield could not tell whether it was blood or dye, so they would say it was a high-imitation thing.

But... When the lifeless weapon emitted a purple light that made his heart tremble, Just had nothing to say.

This made him, the former cold weapon master...the current cold weapon collector, remembered the legend of this town, which was also the reason why he attracted men to settle here: in the chaotic city, there are masters who can create certain magical things hidden!

But who would have any master who would take out so many good things at once and let them choose without any conditions? And declare that it doesn't matter even if you leave later... Just because you can come here, it has proved your inner courage, which is a reward for you.

Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah! I unknowingly adapted to and learned the other person's habit of speaking. What about me, what about me... But if people really communicate with you and me, I might be flattered as an ordinary person.

He also got his own devil weapon... The messenger of God who gave this thing to him told Old Jack this way: I hope you can use it to eliminate the evil that disrupts the order of the world; the old man who died of both parents since childhood couldn't help but think of the years when he first became a mercenary. The elder brother who led him into the door also said: We are not capable of maintaining world peace, but I hope you can pick up a gun to defend your inner justice, and don't end up being as rich as those scumbags!

But since the figure who was regarded as an idol and target fell at the gun of a guy he called his partner... the first time he shot and killed someone with the shotgun he sent to him by the other party, he became an old Jack - a cunning old fried dough stick who only knew how to chase money.

He would never have thought that after decades, he would still be able to experience this sacred sense of mission again, and this... worthy of all his defense, making the unfilled material desires worthless.

Sure enough, decades of thinking cannot be changed overnight... Otherwise, Old Jack would not have used a worthless article to describe a change in his mind. Although anything has measurable value in his eyes, there is only one situation that will make Old Jack complete at all costs, that is.

Anyone who makes any requests Loli will do at any cost!

The uncle could proudly announce to the world: "I am a loli controller!"

Isn't it a miracle that the most perfect loli image in my mind can appear in reality? Rather than being a messenger of God, it is better to be the incarnation of God! Such an existence that integrates worldly beauty, no matter how rude the demand is made, it is natural and righteous to satisfy!

Seeing the old Jack wiping the crossbow arrow in his hand, his eyes looking at the red sky from afar were filled with firm fanaticism again... Just knew what this guy was thinking, but he didn't sarcastically sarcastically as usual. He took a sip and bought a low-quality cigarette from a bastard at a price of 100 US dollars. He then said slowly: "Delise's business is not your fault, it is the little girl's own choice... I believe she will not regret her original decision, nor do she want to see her father in heaven and be guilty. I really don't understand why you, the most important person, are like a different person when you meet a little girl. Even to express your longing for your lovely daughter, you won't be happy with your life, right? This time I even compensated..."

Old Jack, who came to his senses, lowered his head and stroked the cold surface of the crossbow arrow. After sighing slightly, he returned to his usual slutty smile... A circle of carefully trimmed mustache set off the corners of his mouth becoming more and more malicious. Just observed that the other party showed such an expression, he immediately understood that Ya must have had some idea in her heart.

"Old guy, it seems that our golden combination has to fight together again after many years... Look, see those little guys who have been taking things and left? You and I are long-range and melee, how can we test whether the ambushing skills are unfamiliar?"

When Just heard this, he immediately showed a fierce sneer, making his teeth, which were still bright and white, look particularly hideous in the smoke when smoking for many years... Then he picked up the shackle in one hand and the eagle-style submachine gun that was still trusting in the other hand, and spit out half of the cigarette left in his mouth, saying: "The prey has appeared, how can the hunter watch? It is time to teach these new mercenaries who do not abide by professional ethics: Since he has received God's bounty, he must fight for his life!"

"So... that girl... is really an angel?"

Congratulations to the first supporting role in this book... for being born here? Well, in comparison, I probably won't let him appear too many times.

Mr. Running the Side... Let's give someone a name. After muttering the above sentence, Alna looked at him again... to be precise, he listened to Elner, the husband who was constantly moving in front of him, gradually calming his breathing.

Cough cough... I remember that it was because of this name with the same pronunciation that they gradually got together! It was definitely not someone who cuts corners.

He held a handful of black gray in his palm tightly, but Elner had been keeping this move for a long time... It was because the one that was originally held in his hand was a white feather! A feather that fell in front of him when the angel flew away; the man who arrived on the spot first because he had nothing to do, quickly took action to grab it in his hand, and then even before the others could react, he would snatch the other feathers and disappear in time.

At that time, even if Elna didn't think that the other party was a legendary angel, he understood that the little girl who was so beautiful that she was not like a human being, her wings behind her were definitely not something that fooled people... Can fool people make people fly away all at once?

So, his first thought was: Even if it was just a feather, it would definitely be valuable!

Elna did not have any interest in collecting or hobbies, so he naturally thought of selling this item to a real collector.

He doesn't care whether the guy with a gold ring, a gold necklace and a gold teeth really understands the so-called art of collection... as long as he knows that the other person holds the gold bricks that he has only seen in his life and has never touched before.

Since the terrifying tower emerged from the ground, banknotes began to depreciate rapidly in the town. Now only gold and gems are hard currency... And when he was about to send this angel feather to others and was about to send him a bullet, an accident happened.

Several devils wearing tattered black clothes, holding huge sickles, and red eyes interrupted the immoral transaction.

Then, he would have aimed at Elna's muzzle and began to shoot at the devils in a panic, but his accuracy was not good.

The lustful Elner realized that he had walked away from the gate of hell, but maybe he had to go a little further.

Just as he was about to use his personal escape expertise, he came to his senses and found a devil in red clothes rushing towards him.

Elner knew at that time that his life was about to end... he cheated, stole, was confused, and achieved nothing, but one thing worthy of pride and nostalgia - that is his wife. Although he was not very beautiful and men always thought so, they never complained about their poverty, nor complained about their incompetence, and stayed at home and waited for her to come back for dinner every day.

Before the deathly scythe of lust hell was about to cut the man who accepted his fate in half, Elna thought with regret: "Sorry, Alna, I can't bring light to your life after all... I just hope you can find a better man than me in the future."

Her wife is a naturally blind person... If it weren't for this flaw, the other person with a good appearance would probably not be the turn of her to be her own.

Then, thinking about this, he witnessed the miracle.

In the eyes of all the desperate people on the spot, the indescribable light of hope... suddenly burst out from Elna's hands!

When the light disappeared, all the devils were wiped out, and the white feathers in their hands also turned into warm ashes.

Elna, who was lost in his heart, ignored other people who were also in a blank mind, and then held the angel feather in his hand tightly, and stumbled back home... Unexpectedly, he would see his beautiful wife again in this life.

How much he wanted the other party to see the flash of miracle in that moment.

However, the other party said that as long as you can return safely.

Elna and Elna have since become believers of a certain god, and Elna soon embarked on the path of finding that angel.

"Galon, stop making trouble. Isn't it just some broken iron with a little magic? Okay... that's the relics of the warriors who died on the battlefield. They have deep historical significance and commemorative value, and represent a full load of memories for you. But... the weapons you pull in your car are no less than tens of thousands! It should be okay to take out a few hundred pieces..."

Seven hundred and sixty-three pseudo-magic weapons that were infinitely rated as F-level, just because these swords, guns and sticks only have the weakest magic fluctuations and can cause very limited damage to monsters; but in this case, they might even be rated as e-level. Unfortunately, the biggest disadvantage is that their service life is short and they are disposable consumables, so they won't feel a pity even if they are sent out.

After all, it has been stored for countless years and is maintained by Garon's magic. So after the magic power naturally dissipates... this time is about three days, and the weapon will become completely broken iron. No, broken iron can at least sell for some money, but when Lin Mengyao pulls out the magic power inside a weapon, the thing will turn into sand directly... Why is it always sand?

Perhaps the only thing worthy of praise is their only characteristics.

"Because of experiencing killing on ancient battlefields, the will of the weapon owner to fight remains, so the duration of the enemy can be extended by continuously killing the enemy and strengthened to a certain extent in a short period of time... If you kill enough enemies, it may even become a real physical magic weapon."

It is this function that allows Lin Mengyao to give it away openly. Otherwise, if he really takes out a pile of broken copper and iron, he will not be able to fool those smart and cunning mortals... Maybe the human siege army that originally only wanted to act as cannon fodder could eventually become an important surprise soldier.

A girl will never underestimate the power that human desires can burst out... just because she is also a human, this will never change.

"Everything can be done, and the next thing is to be left to fate... I have an ominous premonition. This time, Infinity will never let us pass easily. God... I just hope that what I do will not be regarded as stupid by you. I hope that my friends and I can still witness the coming of miracles in your country."

The demon Ma Jialong, who had already removed the chariot, was a girl with purple clothes and purple hair. Her increasingly weak figure was on the back of the chariot burning with the charming blue flames, and she slightly looked up at the golden and red sky... with a hint of melancholy, she flew to another world.

At this point, everyone gathers in the demon world.

Victory is not the end of the game, but the beginning of another game... It means that you have the qualification to continue the game and the value of being played.

Liu Hongying, Chen Tianlang, Zhao Gang, Tao Shengnan, Xiao Wu... I feel like I've been played with infinity.

It was because when they gathered in the same hall through the portal that appeared in front of each other - they came to the underworld of the game of death, and because someone's skills were too bad, even if they shared the pressure, they were still at a disadvantage. They were pressed and beaten by the demonized monsters... In the end, they finally managed to settle these hard stone bumps, but unexpectedly received unlimited rewards.

"The Western chessboard in the Demon Realm, special entertainment items, can play games with people. If the participants win, they will reward a certain number of Red Devil Stones based on time; if they fail, a certain number of free points will be deducted based on time. Tip: Once the chess piece is picked up, they must play once."

Looking at each other's hands, just now because of curiosity... I picked up the mini monster chess pieces I observed one after another, and everyone's expressions seemed to be collectively constipated; I didn't know that I had cursed in secret thousands of times, but I could only accept this forced rule.

The team members immediately looked at Chen Tianlang... Now, except for Liu Hongying, who understands how much this guy is, the other teammates still treat him as a talented man!

Our talented man suddenly had a cold sweat on his face, wishing he could crush the chess piece he held in his hand to pieces... But this is obviously not allowed. No one can avoid playing the game he wants to play.

After setting up the chessboard, three minutes later, someone exclaimed a shocking cry: "My three thousand free points!"

"Drip..." The sound of something falling.

It’s not a drop of water, not a drop of sweat, not a drop of tears, but... a drop of blood.

The blood of cultivation.

Looking at the drop of red blood that oozed out of his palm, Xiu was stunned for a long time.

This made Virgil, who was waiting for the other party to reply, could only hold him up.

"How long are you going to stay like this?"

After three seconds of delay, Chua came to his senses.

"If possible, forever." Because he wants to be immersed in memories forever.

"You don't want me to leave, you can just say it."

Virgil sat down in place powerlessly, although he had expected this.

Xiu was very surprised when he heard this.

"Why are you still here? You can leave now."

The man whose image was so miserable that I could not describe it in words suddenly turned over and stood up!

"I...I...I...I...I can leave now?"

"Yes, you can get out of here."

Xiu waved the bleeding hand impatiently, but couldn't see a trace of the wound.

For some reason, at this moment, Virgil actually felt reluctant to admit it.

"Then...I'm really leaving..."

"You...get out of here!"

In a gust of wind that was comparable to the strong wind, Virgil rode away gracefully.

"Wait, come back!"

He stretched out a hand and sucked Virgil, who was already far away?

Virgil felt that he was really a weak person... he was still played with and applauded by the other party.

"Before leaving, I'll give you something."

Now? Xiu actually has such a side? Virgil couldn't help but widen his eyes.

A mysterious blue light merged into the man's body... two seconds later.

A blue and blue spiral air wave erupted from the man's palm! Two full seconds!
To be continued...