Chapter 1090 Do You Still Want to Fight?

The latest website: On the dark sea at night.

Cannon fire lights up the sky!

The continuous artillery fire illuminated the sky, and the roaring explosion and the torrent of metal directly crushed the so-called haunted house and the ferocious ghosts inside!

The God of War symbolizes war and destruction forever!

Lin Fan stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "By the way, can bullets really hurt haunted houses and ghosts?"

"Can't you?" Situ Lan turned to look at Lin Fan, and Gatlin in his hand roared wildly.

Lin Fan was silent for a moment: "Okay."

Haunted houses are indeed immune to physical attacks.

But this kind of firepower... can't be immune to it.

Everything has a certain degree, just like rubber is an insulator, which can ignore the current, but when it is under a real high-voltage current, the rubber is still a conductor, and the current can still pass through it.

A single bullet may not be able to cause harm to an incorporeal ghost, but when a short-range missile with a length of more than ten meters bombards it, a hole will be blown out of the ground. Ask the ghost if it panics.

In the face of real firepower, the so-called haunted house that is not afraid of physical attacks will still be shattered by artillery fire.

As long as the firepower is strong enough, there is nothing to fear.

At this time, in the haunted house that was still being bombed, Mo Feifei looked up at the continuous missiles and the metal torrent formed by the firepower net, and fell into terrific fear!

The girl in the tutu holding Gatling under the firelight is even more frightening than the devil!

especially that smile...

For a moment, Mo Feifan, who had been drained of most of his life energy by Lin Fan, only felt his whole body go limp, and an unparalleled fear appeared in his heart, which was the fear bestowed on him by the little girl in front of him!

I'm afraid that within a few seconds, he will die!

"Stop, I admit defeat!" Mo Feifei gritted his teeth and shouted, looking hopefully at the white knight.

However.

His shouts were drowned out by the blast of artillery fire.

Mo Feifan also reacted very quickly, and immediately took out the flare gun.

As long as the signal flare is fired, the game will end, and the official White Knight, Purple Knight, and Situ Jue will forcibly terminate the game.

Mo Feifei suddenly pulled the trigger!

But suddenly.

"boom!"

Mo Feifan felt his arm go cold, and a hand holding a flare gun fell in front of him.

That palm looks very familiar...

"my hand!"

Mo Feifan suddenly looked up, only to see that his arm had been crushed!

On the steel behemoth, the little girl in the tutu showed a serious smile: "Hit if you want, stop if you want?"

"Only death can quell the war!"

For a moment, Mo Feifan felt the fear of death, but the flare gun had already been shot down!

"White Knight!" Mo Feifei shouted, "Help me!"

Situ Jue and Purple Knight on the side were about to make a move, but they were stopped by a giant hammer.

"Anyone is not allowed to intervene in the game, unless someone announces his withdrawal from the game and fires a flare gun, then the official can intervene." The white knight said blankly, "Justice, no favoritism!"

Desperation appeared in Mo Feifei's eyes.

"boom!!"

Thousands of missiles fell together.

The torrent of steel crushed the so-called hard walls all the way, rushing towards Mo Feifan.

Mo Feifan, who was standing in the haunted house, didn't even have a chance to howl, and was crushed into red dust with the proud haunted house!

"The competition is over." The white knight said indifferently: "This time, the battle of the gods, the winner is Lin Fan."

At the same time, the roaring steel fortress stopped instantly, Gatlin in Situ Lan's hand stopped roaring, and the missiles and bullets converging into a torrent of steel also stopped instantly.

The world instantly changed from roar to silence.

There was only the dilapidated haunted house on the sea that was still burning with flames and was blown into sawdust, and those ghosts and Mo Feifan had already become a pile of shredded meat floating on the sea.

Lin Fan looked at the pile of minced meat with a complicated expression.

I really didn't expect Situ Lan to be so fierce...

But seeing Mo Feifei die, Lin Fan was not happy. On the one hand, it was because Mo Feifei was also an apostle of Lucifer. What should I do if I vent on Meihuang?

After all, Lin Fan didn't know that Lucifer, who had changed his temperament and used unscrupulous methods, had already exiled the Meihuang to Purgatory. At this moment, Lin Fan thought that the Meihuang was still in the hands of the Demon King.

And on the other hand.

Lin Fan felt a little pity.

You know, there are quite a few heroes in the category of mysterious legends in lol.

Devil clown Sacco, nightmare, scarecrow, these are all related to ghosts.

The reason why Lin Fan didn't kill Mo Feifan on purpose was that he hoped that he would come to him again after he recovered, and then he would draw another wave of life energy.

After a few times, it is estimated that those heroes who tend to be mysterious in lol are almost out.

Although this is quite unfair to Mo Feifei, if he can't live for a hundred God Realm years, he can only live for a few years in the end...

But there's no way around it. Emotional gods are rare, and Mo Feifei's source of fear is even rarer. After finally catching one, why don't Lin Fan make good use of it?

As a result, he died like this now?

Lin Fan was a little disappointed.

And at this moment, a gloomy murmur suddenly appeared in Lin Fan's ear.

As if from hell.

"Lin Fan, just wait, this matter is endless."

"I'll come back for you."

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something, he laughed loudly: "That's great!"

"What are you talking about?" Situ Lan, who was holding Gatling, turned to look at Lin Fan, frowning slightly.

Lin Fan was taken aback: "Didn't you hear that?"

"What?" Situ Lan frowned.

Lin Fan chuckled: "It's all right."

Lin Fan suddenly understood, Mo Feifei is not dead!

Or rather, he died.

But, he is the devil's apostle!

Under the soul contract, he still has to serve the devil! Even if he can't do it well, he can still get a body and walk out of hell again!

He will appear at any time, bringing ghosts, trying to drag himself into fear.

This is just... great!

"Be sure to come back!" Lin Fan shouted expectantly towards the minced meat floating on the sea: "Come on! I'll wait for you!"

But then.

Lin Fan suddenly realized that the atmosphere was not right now.

Although Gatling stopped firing in Situ Lan's hand, he was still spinning.

The rotating eight barrels slowly pointed at the purple knight and Situ Jue in the distance, and the forest-like muzzles and missiles on the steel fortress also turned their angles, slowly locking onto the white knight.

Wu Zhi and the fighter plane were still circling, faintly surrounding the white knight.

The white knight looked at Situ Lan expressionlessly: "Since the game is over, it's time to deal with the matter between us."

"You want to fight?" Situ Lan's voice was cold.

"Unless you are willing to hand over Lin Fan." The white knight raised the great hammer of justice, and charged towards the steel fort like a ray of white light!

"Otherwise, evil will never escape the pursuit of justice!"