At the wreckage of the plane, Zhuo Junyan was still fighting with Clotilda.
Both of them are now at the end of their rope.
One was bombarded to pieces, but he refused to die.
One has only the cultivation level of the third level, and has lost the opportunity to improve his deterrence.
It's like a seven or eight-year-old baby fighting against a seriously ill man in bed. It's hard to predict who will be stronger and who will be weaker.
But at this moment, a large number of military police rushed in from afar.
If a plane crashes, the military and police will naturally be dispatched.
Alex stood on a car, and the scene in front of him horrified him beyond measure.
That's... Clotilda?
How did Her Majesty the Bloody Queen turn into such a miserable state?
She was now like a flesh-and-blood skeleton that had been skinned and chopped open. Only some blood tendons were still connected to each other's fragments. The blood was constantly squirming. It was no longer a liquid, but a viscous substance.
The bloodshot tentacles connected to Zhuo Junyan had turned into grayish white.
And Zhuo Junyan has an even more terrifying image.
His void arm had disappeared, and there were blood holes all over his body, but the blood did not flow out. Instead, it continued to roll in, forming small whirlpools.
The scars on the body appear and disappear strangely, as if they have experienced countless reincarnations in an instant.
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The two people's bodies were also shining with blue luster, and together with this ferocious scene, they looked extremely weird.
It was obviously a bloody battle, but they were forced to act like ghosts.
Even the military police were frightened.
Is this a human or a ghost?
Fortunately, Alex finally came to his senses in an instant and yelled at the military police: "Shoot, kill that man, don't hurt the... piece of flesh on his body!"
Alex wanted to say woman, but at this moment Clotilda couldn't even be considered a woman, let alone a woman.
Sensing the help coming, Clotilda screamed and summoned up all her strength. She could not get rid of Zhuo Junyan's entanglement, but she sacrificed herself at this moment and pulled out large bloodshot threads from the body parts.
The blood threads lengthened, and the distance between the two people also instantly lengthened. However, the large dense blood threads in the middle were still connected. It looked as if the two people jumped into the syrup at the same time, and then separated again, disconnected but still connected.
In essence, such stretching has no effect. Zhuo Junyan can still absorb her power, but at least it gives the soldiers a chance to focus on Zhuo Junyan.
She shouted: "Kill him! Kill him quickly!"
At this time, Zhuo Junyan was only in the third level, his deterrence value disappeared, he was seriously injured, and it was no longer possible to resist the attacks of many gunmen.
But at this moment, a rumbling explosion suddenly came from the distance.
The soldiers looked around in shock and saw huge fireballs rising across Las Vegas.
Fierce explosions exploded in all directions of the city, and a terrorist attack swept across the city.
Seeing this scene, the soldiers were dumbfounded and had forgotten their mission.
Some soldiers murmured: "Oh my God! What are we going through?"
The battle between ghosts and monsters in front of them, as well as the rising flames and violent explosions in the distance, seem to remind them every moment: you are not living on earth.
The huge psychological impact caused them to completely lose their fighting spirit.
Alex was also anxious. He jumped out of the car and grabbed a gun: "Don't worry about anything else, kill him quickly!"
He just swept out towards Zhuo Junyan.
The bullets blasted out, landed around Zhuo Junyan, and actually stopped out of thin air.
Golden bell!
Zhuo Junyan looked at Alex with a smile, and the energy in his body increased again.
"Oh, no!" Clotilda was frightened: "It's his people! His people are creating terrorist attacks to serve as a deterrent for him!"
Clotilda understood that it must be You Jiangrui, Su Yantong and those people, who were carrying out explosions and creating panic in various places.
Zhuo Junyan is still in the stage of being banned from the tyrannical king, so their actions can directly serve as a deterrent to Zhuo Junyan.
Originally, Zhuo Junyan wanted this deterrent to be used in exchange for some weapons and martial arts to deal with Clotilda at critical moments. Unexpectedly, the fight with Clotilda turned out to be a struggle of origin, with martial arts useless, and he opened dual channels.
Then he deducted all his intimidation value.
It doesn't matter.
At least now he has it again.
The system can still be used normally.
Directly improving his own realm, Zhuo Junyan has returned to the fifth level peak.
He looked at Alex with a ferocious smile: "It seems you missed the opportunity again this time!"
He raised his hand and was shocked.
boom!
A storm suddenly appeared on the ground.
The guns in the hands of all the soldiers flew up at the same time, and people were swept away.
"Oh, God! No!" Clotilda cried out in horror and despair.
Zhuo Junyan casually grabbed it, and Clotilda's bloodshot eyes were recovered, pulling her back to Zhuo Junyan like a bullet.
Zhuo Junyan pinched her throat: "This feels... really good. Are the so-called X elements and Y elements called spiritual energy and holy energy? Two routes... Is this a confrontation between routes? I understand...
I understand... It’s all thanks to you this time. I always thought that killing great people would do me no good, but I was wrong. Sometimes the benefits that great people give you are outside the system. Now, feel it
My new power, Your Majesty the Bloody Queen."
He let go of his hand as he spoke, and the blood streaks on his chest snapped.
With a wave of his hand, endless storms emerged within his body, and Clotilda was sucked into the air.
At this moment, Zhuo Junyan's hair was flying and his whole body was flying in the air, as if he had the posture of a dark phoenix.
That’s right!
Psychological storm!
The art of controlling objects is just another synonym for telekinesis, but it has always only appeared on the surface and cannot be applied internally. Its power itself is even weaker, much weaker than the Dark Phoenix in X Battle Realm.
But now, the situation is different.
Zhuo Junyan received a huge promotion.
In the end, the system did not recognize his identity as a warlock, but it still opened a hole, and he was able to perfectly combine his internal power with the ability to control objects, thus forming a mental storm similar to the Dark Phoenix.
So this is not an improvement in the ability to control objects, but an improvement in extreme use.
It is the combination of spiritual energy and holy energy!
At this moment, she was exerting all her strength, and Clotilda let out a painful roar in the sky.
Zhuo Junyan raised one hand in the air: "Tell me, where are the other Knights of the Round Table?"
Clotilda screamed miserably: "Do you think this is the end? Even if you kill all the Knights of the Round Table, it's just the beginning!"
"Then at least I have the qualifications to start!" Zhuo Junyan squeezed hard, and the storm of mental power was injected from every pore of Clotilda, forcing out all her blood and almost draining her into a human being.
Clotilda's voice stopped abruptly.
Her body began to decay, and all remaining flesh and blood began to turn into fly ash and continue to dissipate.
Her face also withered again, like the ice and snow melting, but it had no beauty at all.
She knew that her life was dissolving and disappearing, but she showed her last smile: "I...will eventually go to hell..."
As she spoke, her head finally turned into ashes and disappeared.
Zhuo Junyan looked at all this indifferently and hummed: "She is still a dead old woman after all. No wonder there are so many residues."
boom!
His body trembled and he spat out a cloud of black mist.
The skin that was originally burnt and ulcerated has become fairer, and even the scar has disappeared.
Zhuo Junyan was not satisfied.
"Scars are the badge of a man."
With one stroke of his finger, he left a deep mark on himself again!