One Thousand Six Hundred and Forty-Seven Individuals and Groups! Sacrifice for Progress! …

(The third more...)

As if the sky was all dyed crimson, a huge crimson spatial ripple echoed over Lucifer, which had risen to the sky with Bronson, and instantly spread to a diameter of ten meters, covering the orphanage. over the sky.

"The sword that your Lucifer transformed into seems to be quite big..."

A chilling voice in Bronson's heart, who stared at the huge crimson space ripples in the sky, slowly got into his ears.

"Why don't you compare it with me..."

The words fell, and the crimson space that covered the orphanage rose violently, like a boiling pool, rolling incessantly.

Immediately, a huge sword with a pitch black body, more than 20 meters long, like a high-rise building, slowly protruded from the crimson space ripples, the huge sword body, in the face of Bronson's sudden change. , like a mountain that fell from the sky, it fell completely.

"Om--!"

The pitch-black giant sword covered Bronson's entire field of vision, leaving only the incomparably sharp, pitch-black tip of the sword flashing with a deadly cold glow in his eyes. It fell heavily towards Lucifer with Bronson.

"Drink--!"

Feeling the huge pressure from overhead and the gradually approaching shadow of death, Bronson let out a hoarse roar, frantically mobilizing the magic in his body, as if he was trying to squeeze the blood out of his veins. The extent of tearing the body, desperately squeezed out.

There is no doubt that. This is the first time in Bronson's life that he has worked so hard, and it is the first time in his life that Bronson has mobilized such a huge amount of magic.

The majestic magic power exploded in the form of a blast, turned into steam one by one, and flowed into Lucifer's body, wrapping Lucifer's whole body with a layer of magic film visible to the naked eye, loosening Bronson, and the surrounding body gushing out. A violent ultra-high temperature hot wind swept the audience.

Ignoring the falling master, Lucifer looked up, and his figure was suddenly distorted. turned into a golden sword. Carrying the ultra-high temperature hot wind that made a 'clack' sound that overwhelmed the space, it shot into the sky.

The pitch-black giant sword that covered the sky and the golden giant sword that blew fiery red hot wind were like a needle tip facing a wheat awn and a mountain hitting a meteor, in the sky above the orphanage. A sudden collision.

"Boom--!"

With a deafening sound.

A thunderous roar sounded. A violent storm surged out like an explosion, with an impact that made the human body feel like it would be crushed to pieces. Covered the entire orphanage.

There is no suspense at all, the stone houses made of stone bricks are like glass, and they are blown up by the impacting air waves. A small piece of flat land.

When the impacting wind and waves dissipated and the violent roar disappeared, the scene had completely changed.

The buildings became dilapidated, like abandoned houses, so fragile that even a strong wind would blow them down.

The ground broke apart like a spider web, and a layer of the ground in the center of the field was cut off, revealing a pit filled with smoke and dust.

In the pothole, Bronson knelt on the ground, his skin was covered with scars, his face was painful, and he couldn't stop gasping for breath. After a while, he spit out a mouthful of blood with a 'wow'. .

The injury on Bronson's body was not caused by the attack, but because of his overloaded output of magic power, which overwhelmed his body, causing his skin to crack and his internal organs to be damaged to vomit blood.

Compared with Bronson, Lucifer's appearance is a lot more miserable.

Standing in front of Bronson, Lucifer's golden body was covered with scorched black marks everywhere, smoking and even a trace of lightning flashed from his body. damaged.

To make matters worse, one of the three pairs of wings with golden feathers like steel was inserted upside down behind Lucifer, one pair became tattered, and one of the two giant blades on the back of the wrist was also broken. half.

Obviously, even if Bronson surpassed the limit and sent too much magic power to Lucifer, Lucifer still lost to the pitch-black giant sword that was comparable to high-rise buildings!

Of course, in order to do this, Silent is also uncomfortable. Standing opposite Bronson and Lucifer, his face was slightly pale and his mouth was panting. Although he was much better than Bronson, he could also see his The tiredness in his eyes.

However, it is not surprising that it will be like this.

Without superpowers, you can only use 'mind power' to squeeze the iron sand out of the shape of a weapon by squeezing it, which is not an ordinary burden.

After all, 'mind power' is high-purity materialized magic power, and its use itself means that it requires a lot of magic power.

And Wu Yan went to challenge the limit, squeezed out a giant sword of that size, and used 'mind power' to control it and attack, how could he not be tired? …

It can be said that in this world, there will be no second person who can use 'mind power' to perform such an attack, except Wu Yan!

"It's a long life, President Bronson..." Squeezing down his slightly rapid breathing, Wu Yan coldly looked at the opposite side of Lucifer, who was kneeling in black and smoky and tattered, with blood on the corners of his mouth, full of blood. Bronson with a pained face.

"You can't die like this, should you really say that you are an excellent doll who almost won the title of 'Demon King'?"

Bronson didn't answer, and he didn't know whether he was disdainful to answer, didn't want to answer, or couldn't answer. He just raised his head, raised his eyes, and stared at Wu Yan, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Oh, it's scary..." Wu Yan laughed exaggeratedly, as if frightened by the murderous look in his eyes.

"It's a pity that you were eliminated from the 'Night Party', and now, 20 years have passed, except that your magic power has been strengthened with the passage of time, you basically have no progress, even, in order to run that ingenious workshop , I forgot to exercise myself, it's stupid!"

"Stupid?..." Bronson laughed angrily.

"Individual progress is nothing but degeneration. The progress of the times is irreversible. Magicians are a group of individuals, groups, and living entities that exist for the sake of 'progress'!"

"If mankind stagnates, it will bring destruction and disaster to the world. The development and progress of science are also means of survival that must not be ignored. For progress and development, it is worthwhile to pay more!" Bronson stood up with difficulty. , sneered.

"In order to make the times progress, to make science develop, what is the sacrifice of the individual? No matter how strong the power is, a person cannot survive alone. If you don't want to be destroyed, you can only make the ethnic group stronger. Survival, real progress!"

Hearing this, Wu Yan smiled, full of pity and sympathy.

"Indeed, the importance of the individual and the importance of the group are placed on the same Tianping. Anyone knows which side is more important, and everyone knows which side to choose is the real wise choice!"

After speaking, Wu Yan's eyes lit up with fierceness.

"But being wise is one thing, being right is another, for what progress, what development, and as a result, you sacrifice those innocent people who have the right to live, who are ruthlessly deprived of their freedom and their lives? ?…”

"Whether it's Frey or Loki, their importance is not comparable to that of all human beings, nor is it comparable to the development and progress of the entire world, but sacrificing individuals in exchange for the interests of the group, no matter how beautifully you say it, in the end, That's still murderous behavior!"

"You can't even keep the individual's survival, you can't even get your own progress, and you can't even grasp the things in front of you. Are you talking about progress? Talk about development?..." Wu Yan no longer concealed his emotions, and sneered.

"Ridiculous and stupid!"

"------!" Bronson seemed to be insulted, his face covered with haze and anger.

Of course, Wu Yan is indeed insulting him, no need to question!

"Progress or development has nothing to do with me at all. I'm here just to fulfill my promise, to give you a big surprise, to vent for Frey, and to find hatred!"

Wu Yan stretched out his hand, and behind him, a stream of light shot out from the crimson space ripples and landed in his hand.

Well, it's a card!

"Didn't you say that no matter how strong an individual is, he is still an individual?" Holding the card diagonally in front of his heart, he looked at Bronson silently.

"Then let you see with your own eyes what kind of individual power you have spent 20 years running for the sake of the group, destroyed by what kind of individual power!" (To be continued. . . )