Chapter 1118 Targeting

At the moment when the card was thrown out lightly, the soul from hell quietly descended into the fragments.

In the wilderness dotted with beacons and towers, layers of light converged to create a new body.

Pale hair fluttering in the wind.

The slightly thin man stepped on the ground with bare feet. His eyebrows were handsome and unstained by the weather, and his eyebrows were like those of a young man. Apart from the black robe on his body, he had no other cumbersome decorations.

But under his guidance, there was endless light surging between the sixteen beacons from the Golden Dawn and the six towers created by the disaster.

Intertwined with each other, they turned into an ancient and vicissitudes of city.

In this way, after the Eternal Group and the Eye of Abyss, the Golden Dawn finally descended on its own base camp, and after thoroughly melting the long preparation, it formed a projection from the land of nothing.

——A place of independence from the world!

Even in the hell of surging disasters, the huge city is still as unstained as a lotus, but whenever the aura surging in it leaks from the city gate, even The disasters coming from the abyss will start to stay away and not want to get close.

The solemn palace that resembles a sanctuary is just another level of devil's cave created with the essence of the abyss.

Under Aleister's control, the entire city seemed to have become alive, possessing life and soul.

It's as if the two were originally one.

At this moment, when Aleister raised his palm, a mighty bell burst out from the tall tower rising from the ground in the center of the city.

The pale waves spread and spread under the city, and finally outlined a huge square outline. Everything in the place seemed to have lost its color, and was eternally solidified into a plaster-like sculpture.

The ground is flat and pale, just like white paper. With the sunshine, when the shadow of the Forgotten City is projected on it, it flows like sticky ink, and countless tiny characters emerge from the ground. Disappear quickly.

Only at the edge of the pale color, layers of paper-like faults emerge.

The huge Forgotten City is like a three-dimensional paper sculpture built on a huge open book, revealing a strange beauty from its indescribable delicacy.

In Aleister's hand, a book with the same outline appeared, and he quickly closed it, and the name of the book appeared on the spotless cover.

"Book of Law"

An aura that was exactly the same as the Book of Destiny lingered on it, causing Isaac's expression outside the venue to change suddenly. The palms of his sleeves clenched angrily, with a gloomy expression.

After so many years, these madmen of the Golden Dawn still haven't stopped.

On the one hand, he is frantically searching for traces of the "Book of Destiny", but on the other hand, he is also making another preparation.

Reincarnation of authority.

Having mastered the structure of the former kingdom of heaven, they searched for miracles and disasters in hell, and finally created a carrier again that could record everything.

Even though it is completely incomparable to the "Book of Destiny" and does not have the correction value accumulated by members of the Astronomical Society of all generations, it is still enough to exert some of the effects of the original version.

Just like... what Huaishi did just now!

"What you do is the outline of the law."

Along with Aleister's recitation, the pages of the Book of Laws turned again, and the high tower above the city rang the bell again. In the deep and majestic voice, countless ink marks appeared out of thin air in front of Aleister, and quickly of reorganization.

A record of past events evolved.

When the skinny figure of the heretic king appeared in front of Aleister, a glow of Gaia's blood flew out from the monk's open palm.

Fall into it.

The soul is once again given to the record of dead objects.

Under the dissipated ink stains, a pair of eyes filled with chaos and darkness lifted up again.

The naked middle-aged man with black hair and eyes staggered forward, like a newborn baby, falling and getting up again.

He opened his mouth and vomited violently, but nothing came out.

Just a hoarse sound, like a roar and a cry.

In the end, I finally calmed down.

As he looked at the world in front of him and read the news emerging from his soul, a pleasant smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, it's so beautiful to have recovered from madness and become sober."

He said, "Long time no see, Aleister."

"Long time no see, Mr. Woodman." Aleister greeted: "It seems that the rules here have indeed allowed you to temporarily wake up from the sea of ​​chaos formed after the soul was shattered."

"It's best not to have any expectations. For me, in this state of neither life nor death, it's just an intermission between two periods of madness and despair.

If it can be of any use, just give me the order. "

Woodman raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and then put on a Roman-style robe and a laurel wreath on his head, once again showing his posture and appearance seventy years ago.

When he looked back, his eyes gradually became ferocious.

"There is a familiar smell in the wind." He said softly: "I smell Russell's smell, and the little kid they trained...and...Ying Fangzhou? Is he alive too? Or is it... ,like me?"

"Well, your old friends have been waiting for a long time, and there will probably be more to come, right?"

Aleister shrugged, "This world is really wonderful. It's really hard to predict that there are people who have the same ideas and plans as us.

Is this the so-called old enemy? "

"Old enemy? Our war ended seventy years ago, and what's left is just a group of lonely ghosts waiting to be forgotten."

Woodman sneered: "It's just that the reunion of the classmates after seventy years is really exciting."

Aleister thought for a moment and sighed softly: "I was not born seventy years ago. Although I have read some records, I have never experienced it personally. Now it seems that I am not among the old and new grudges of the seniors. Is there room for intervention?”

"Don't worry about it, and don't test me, Aleister. I have never liked you, and I have never concealed this."

Woodman replied: "But since Mathers left you behind, you will naturally be the leader. If there are any orders, you don't have to be polite."

"Well, if that's the case, let's determine our course of action——"

In Aleister's hands, the Book of Laws automatically moved without wind again, and a portrait of a young man appeared on the page.

"... Huaishi?"

Woodman frowned.

"Yes, the situation is constantly changing. To be honest, I am not sure what will happen next. After all, we are using the entire current situation as our opponent, so it is not surprising what happened.

In contrast, it is this successor to the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven that interests me more.

After looking through his past resume and records, I feel that compared to the many hidden plans in the current situation, perhaps this is the opponent we have to eliminate if we want to win. "

Aleister said calmly: "This is the most fatal variable. Russell pins the victory or defeat on him, and it seems that every time he can live up to expectations, no matter what kind of difficulties he faces, he can use the most efficient method." Overfulfilled tasks.

This time, maybe it will be the same as before..."

He paused and looked at his teammates meaningfully: "Mr. Woodman, I think you should have experienced this personally."

"Aleister..."

Woodman stared at the young man in front of him for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "You know, I'm starting to like you."

"Then it's decided like this?" Aleister asked.

"As you wish."

Woodman nodded.

An agreement was reached.

In this gambling game, put aside those complicated games and considerations for the time being.

Before the situation becomes clear, we must do our best and leave no room for error...

Targeting Huaishi!

You can lose the team battle, but that old bastard Russell and the little bastard he raised must die!

"I feel like I'm being targeted."

Amidst the ear-piercing roar, Huai Shi turned around, looked at the old man leaning on the motorcycle behind him, and added: "And he was targeted very hard."

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, say it quickly."

Ying Fangzhou glanced at him indifferently and urged: "If you don't dare, just say so. Why is there so much nonsense?"

"Is this because I don't dare to do it?!"

Huai Shi was furious, jumped up and pointed at the furious crown-wearer in the thunder prison, "I'm only at the second level, senior, if you ask me to beat the crown-wearer, it's almost like giving him back."

"Don't worry, I will take action when necessary."

Ying Fangzhou crossed his arms and said calmly: "Don't worry about getting hurt. Although I, as Yun Zhongjun, am not very good at first aid, at least there will be no problems with cardiopulmonary resuscitation."

I've already done cardiopulmonary resuscitation, is it still okay?

Huai Shi felt tears in her heart, tears of blood.

When other people shake people, they always pick out good brothers who come down from the sky to save the situation, and there are also big sisters with long breasts and thighs. The ones they pick out are more hard-working, hard-working, hard-working, gentle and considerate.

Why is it different when you get here?

What did I shake?

Dad...

He had only been out for less than four or five hours, and he had already realized that being Ying Fangzhou's companion really required some psychological quality, at least the ability to withstand stress.

Mr. Sharma, I misunderstood you, you have done a great job.

Thinking of how extreme autism would be tortured in Yingfangzhou, Huaishi couldn't help but want to call a courier to pack the rescuers he had shaken out and send them to Tiejingzuo.

Maybe the Grandmaster's depression will be cured in a few days!

But now it was useless no matter how much he complained or distracted.

After the old man led Huai Shi all the way into the sanctuary of the Elysian Paradise, he couldn't help but strike cruelly without any martial ethics. He didn't even say hello, but just cut melons and vegetables to evaporate all the large groups. It turned into ashes, leaving only a crazy old monster to throw to him.

Also called its name, exercise.

I'm afraid even the Spartans couldn't keep up with the torturous difficulty of this exercise, right?

"What should I use to fight?" Huai Shi was stunned.

"Don't just think about being lazy, Huai Shi. I'm just a crown wearer. When I first advanced to the second level, I was already killing for fun. Can't you do such a small thing?"

As he spoke, Ying Fangzhou stretched out his hand, and the invisible force pulled Huai Shi's collar, threw him hard, and directly stuffed him into the cage regardless of Huai Shi's struggle.

"I don't know how perfunctory the person who taught you was, but your ultimate intention shouldn't be so simple -"

He raised his eyes and said solemnly: "Let me see where your limit is."

At that moment, Huaishi had no time to speak.

The angry roar in the wind was heard again. In the cage, the wearer roared, and the hammer stained with sticky blood was aimed at his head.

Crash down!