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Chapter 257 The most heartbreaking thing is the hope that passes by regret

Um?

Lu Ming, who was ready to go and was full of momentum, was suddenly interrupted by a program prompt.

After glancing at the instructions, Lu Ming was speechless.

The core mission of the city? Liberate the shelter?

He liberated Der's refuge, and he just wanted to fight with the D-class king to test his true level.

How impure it seems to suddenly add a task now? Can I refuse?

【……】

Well, it seems I have no choice, so just pretend I didn’t see it and love it.

He pinched Chuxue's ponytail, raised the knife to stir up emotions, and regained his murderous self!

The tyrant fell into the iron fortress with a bang and faced the standing gate of the iron fortress. The movement was so loud that it was like a debt call!

"Whizzing!"

Sure enough, alarmed by the tyrant's arrogance, a group of six owl led by a mutated sickle owl charged in.

Lu Ming's eyes sank, and he raised the cross pulse structure.

But before he could release the slash, the crisp sound of the blade being unsheathed came from his ears.

The red arc of thunder and lightning passed through the bodies of the seven sickle owls like a twist, dragging out long streaks of light, revealing the handsome back of the owl emperor tyrant behind the seven sickle owls.

One of its arms hangs down naturally, and the other arm is like a horizontal sword standing on a horse. Possibly it can be pulled out to take a picture and hang a poster on the wall.

And only then did Lu Ming see that the Tyrant's particle light saber was much longer than half a meter, but it was usually shrunk.

During actual combat, the particle light knife can also pop up twice as long, reaching about one meter in total!

Clang!

The blade shrinks.

boom!

The seven sickle owl corpses split and collapsed.

The tyrant turned his head and looked at Lu Ming, as if asking: "Isn't that a handsome blow just now?"

Lu Ming, who I wanted to praise, had slightly bulging veins on his forehead. I really wanted to compete with him, but I have to admit, he is really handsome.

Stepping forward and slapping the tyrant on the butt, Lu Ming said in a deep voice: "Next time, I'll go first, then I'll steal the limelight, and I'll sleep on the street at night."

The tyrant's poss collapsed instantly, and La shrugged his head, feeling a little disappointed.

Lu Ming tried to recover the corpse and found that even the alien species killed by the tyrant belonged to him.

Otherwise, you have to sublimate it on the spot and then use greedy hands to collect it, which is a waste of time for no reason.

For a moment, Lu Ming was in a good mood. He transcended the position of a tyrant and did not hesitate to praise him. He said seriously: "But that knife just now was really not bad."

After saying these words, Lu Ming stepped into the gate of the iron castle building and walked towards the long corridor leading to the owl king and owl queen.

The tyrant was stunned, then suddenly realized, he roared softly, and looked at Chuxue in disbelief, as if to confirm that he heard correctly, the master was really praising it!

Chuxue didn't say anything, she just smiled quietly at it and walked quickly to catch up with Lu Ming.

The tyrant was so excited that he walked at the end, as if Lu Ming's compliment had given him a medal of honor.

Entering the promenade, you will see a huge space like the waiting hall of a high-speed rail station.

In front of you is a steel bridge leading to everywhere.

It spans hundreds of meters and is about a kilometer long.

It can be said to be both a platform and an avenue.

Countless circuits are suspended around it, and countless steel bridges stretch on both sides.

As far as the design is concerned, it does have the style of a survivor base during the human wasteland period.

It's just that now, except for the mature Sickle Owls, there are no traces of history.

"Ho ho ho!"

After discovering the existence of Lu Ming and others, the elite Sickle Owls raided collectively, with a large number of up to a hundred!

That's right, facing this kind of bastard who was only two steps stronger than a larva, Lu Ming directly asked Chu Xue to remove the disguise of Hidden Silk.

As a result, iron-headed boys like Sickle, who would attack anyone they saw, would inevitably come in droves.

And this is the best scene for him to see it come to fruition.

Because the more people gather together, the more efficiently they can die!

He raised his sword and swung it down, pointing the tip of the sword at the densest gathering point of the elite Sickle Owls. Lu Ming thought silently!

"Giant Acid Compression Cannon!"

Bang!

The owl king's sword flashed with green light.

Navy blue mucus spurts out! It gathers at the tip of the knife and entangles and mixes!

In just a short moment, a half-length alien species gathered at the tip of the knife!

It is huge, twice the size of an ordinary sickle owl.

With such a size, there is no doubt that it is the parasitic creature inside the weapon - the Tyrannical Owl King.

I saw it sticking out two sharp blades and piercing the steel bridge deck beside it.

The liquid organism connected to the blade is frantically extracting the biological energy from the sword!

Creamy yellow energy is brewing in its chest and abdomen.

Dazzling brilliance bursts and blooms.

The ferocious vertical mouth located on the chest and abdomen sprays violently!

A roaring roar carried thousands of cannon beams and exploded!

From a distance, it looks like a waterfall spreading horizontally!

The cannon beam was three meters high and lasted for five seconds. It washed through the entire broad main road of the base and wiped out nearly 70% of the elite Sickle Owls on the gathering channel!

Bang! Bang!

The broken corpses were falling one after another, with either the upper half missing, or the lower half missing, and in some cases, even the entire body was missing even a piece of flesh.

Lu Ming woke up from his daze, and saw that the tyrannical owl king at the tip of the knife had re-dissolved into biological mucus and merged into the blade, and he was a little confused.

A skill with 10 points of biological energy? So handsome?


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