Chapter 1203 Everyone Is Dead

When the shrill flames descended from the sky, the entire sky seemed to be rendered scarlet.

It was like thick blood slowly flowing on the glass, leaving a stain that lasted for a long time.

And among the blood stains in the sky, there was only a ray of iron light falling slowly and quickly.

Under the wisps of electric light, a thick and slender sword-like blade emerged from the fierce light, and the heavy-weight bullet and whale harpoon emerged.

After the rust continues to peel off, an eternal darkness like an abyss is revealed.

In that void-like darkness, tiny bits of light shone, so dreamy, but it made the Grand Duke of the Magic Mountain tremble.

Involuntarily, I felt fear!

——What the hell is that! ! ! !

But what frightened him even more was the way Huai Shi looked at him at that moment.

It's like looking at a lab rat.

When he picked up the syringe, his smile was full of blessings and expectations.

What will be the result after this injection is administered?

Will you die?

I'm curious!

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If there was a party in the world that voted for the most conscientious party, then the Survival Institute would definitely rank first.

Even if they don't have such a thing as conscience.

No counter-offering, no order cutting, no finger-pointing, and no deduction from the budget. Whether it is advance payment or final payment, the payment speed is always as fast as lightning.

Never default.

It still took some time to prepare the sun's wreckage, but the reward they promised, the 'Supreme Essence', was delivered to their door less than a week after the gambling ended.

In fact, what was delivered was a brand new set of implantable auxiliary mysteries, and it also came with a full set of installation services including a creator and a grand master. In the end, both parties worked together to complete the project in two months. A complete set of upgrade plans has been developed for the Nautilus's power system.

In response to Huaishi's question, the Survival Institute said bluntly: You can't blame us for this. Considering your ability to get things done and how fast you can run away, regular door-to-door water delivery will not only be time-consuming and labor-intensive, but it may not be able to keep up with your consumption rate.

Therefore, we all held a meeting to discuss and think about it, and it was better to get it right in one step.

Just give you the direct money printing machine.

Print as many as you want.

After the transformation of the secret ritual and the blessing of the two great masters, Nautilus can be said to have been reborn. Compared with the previous maintenance performed by the Ivory Tower, the internal systems and accessories have made a qualitative leap.

Not only did they use many of the forbidden technologies of the Survival Institute to ensure that the project could be completed smoothly, but also, in order to ultimately ensure the reliability of the quality, when the keel was being transformed, the Survival Institute also specially took out a part of the fragments left behind after Gaia's death. of the wreckage.

Finally, within the structure of Nautilus, a true... dragon vein bone was cultivated!

Like the dragon veins of Dongxia, it has the dual characteristics of source and matter, and at the same time, it also naturally possesses the authoritative extension of the present state - in other words, today's Nautilus can be regarded as a part of the present state.

The improved stability and engine output are secondary. The real purpose is to create an environment inside Nautilus that is sufficient for the new device called the "Border Prison Module" to operate perfectly.

To put it simply, this thing is a portable version of the supreme essence production machine.

As long as there is a great commander who brings it into the connection with Guixu and stuffs various solidified souls and essences into it, after processing and purifying it through many processes, it can directly extract the purest supreme essence to supply parrots. The cost of snail navigation and combat.

As an additional condition, the Survival Institute will become Nautilus's only designated repair and maintenance 4S shop in the future to ensure that this set of technology is not abused and is under supervision and controllable.

Otherwise, the command bureau might be the first to explode.

Not only because of this invisible technology, but also because of Huai Shi’s sensitive identity.

After all, with the terrifying firepower of the Nautilus, once this thing is installed, coupled with a Yun Zhongjun like Huai Shi, it is almost equivalent to a man-made ruler.

The only shortcoming... is his identity as a human being. Once he abandons sublimation and turns to solidification, the scale of damage that will be caused is completely nightmare-level, and it is impossible to even think about it.

As early as in the last gambling game, Huai Shi's final expression of the possibility of solidification had already raised the blood pressure of many die-hards in the decision-making room. If this was not included and the Survival Institute did not endorse him, I don't know how many would have died. People will not be able to sleep.

In fact, if they knew that Mr. Nakajima had done something to Huai Shi for the sake of their old friendship, they would start to lose sleep by now.

"Anyway, the border prison module has been installed for you. Just using it to produce the Supreme Essence is a waste. Why not purify the waste left over from the extraction for you. But you must not just throw it into the sky and then produce it again. What kind of disposable weapon is this? Hahaha, just kidding..."

As soon as the front legs were installed, Nakajima helped him root the system inside the module again. After unlocking many functions that were not in the manual, he patted Huaishi meaningfully on the shoulder and left.

Huaishi was left alone looking at this new version of the ship that no one had played before, eager to try it.

Compared with the efficiency of the Supreme Essence, which has a frightening disparity between input and output, this is the real gift given by the Survival Institute!

From the source material supply of Guixu, all the curses, viruses, prototypes of disasters, hell sediments and even the essence of the abyss that Huaishi absorbed, absorbed and even preserved were stripped, extracted, concentrated and reprocessed.

In the end, after pouring in a huge amount of source essence, some unknown qualitative change was formed that was pure enough to make Huai Shi tremble.

Even the alchemical relic formed by Huai Shi's efforts is just a container of this destructive power. It does not even require any stimulation at all. If it is left alone after being made, it will quickly cause fission of the source material, and with it The Nautilus exploded together.

Huai Shi even suspected that the Supreme Essence was a by-product of this thing.

The Edge Prison module is simply an upgrade tailor-made for the Nautilus's own missing weapon system!

With Yun Zhongjun's celestial realm and Da Siming's transformation efficiency, on the battlefield, the souls and essences contributed by a steady stream of death and hell creatures can produce the supreme essence that can increase the Nautilus's battery life. More than three times the amount.

The countless hell sediments and abyss essence produced during the entire process, as well as all the remaining crystals in the solidified soul, will be extracted by the side prison module and turned into the most deadly weapon.

The only shortcoming is that the energy consumption is enough to bankrupt Huai Shi.

Successfully, every shot hit the enemy, causing pain in Huai Shi's heart.

And when the consumption of source material was all linked to the American pedigree, this heartache turned into unprecedented happiness, and the double happiness turned into dreamlike happiness.

Now, happiness finally knocks on the door.

It not only knocked on the door, but also dropped from the sky along with the cannons from the border prison!

Unlike Huai Shi, who had turned his back to the battlefield and made a V-sign to the camera of his mobile phone, ready to record the beautiful moment, under the broken visor of the Demon Mountain Duke, the originally majestic and cold face had been completely distorted, and the expressions in his eyes were Bloodshot eyes almost spread out from his pupils.

A harsh roar rose into the sky.

Caught under the bloody hands of the Skinned Lord, he struggled desperately, trying to lift the strange skull in his hand to resist the devastating impact falling from the sky.

But how could Richard give him such an opportunity again.

After the hammer failed, the huge projection of the Bear God reappeared. The weight of America rested on the hammer, and it hit his face again, using all its strength!

At the last moment, the last thing the Demon Mountain Duke uttered was a short and shrill scream.

Countless syllables were condensed into that brief neighing, forming an ancient and complex language of hell. If unfolded, it would be an almost choking question and call.

[What the hell are you waiting for? 】

【Great Reaper! ! ! 】

When the neighing sound sounded, the entire Sonora and all souls felt the endless coldness coming.

It was like being suddenly thrown into the cold wind of winter.

Shivering.

Because the terrifying shadow that is enough to cause all life to undergo death emerges from nothingness.

Richard, the Skinned Lord, Huai Shi, Sandra, all the Ascendants in front of the defense line, the guards above the defense line, and even the logistics troops behind the defense line.

All living things, including flesh, breath, and will, even those as humble as insects, all lost their shadow at that moment.

Huai Shi only felt something forcefully squeezed into this world. The moment it appeared, it had already monopolized all shadows and changes in the essence of decay. The Shadow Burial Shuttle lost its response, and even Guixu was experiencing violent shocks.

And in the entire world, the only being who can hold his own shadow is the Grand Duke of the Magic Mountain.

The shadows of the entire border converged and overlapped, and a thin silhouette several meters tall and clad in black robes rose from his shadow. Under the darkness of the hood, seven eyes looked down at the creatures in front of them indifferently.

The ancient sickle in his hand that had been charged for a long time was slowly raised.

Richard, who was roaring in attack, the Skinned Lord reflected in the blood and water, Huai Shi outside the battle, and even all the creatures on the Magic Mountain, all felt that a fatal edge was hovering on their necks at that moment. .

All life has become involuntary!

Waiting for death!

This is the ruler from the Thunder Sea, the dwarf king who has destroyed countless hells and killed countless creatures!

In the Abyss, he is a terrifying assassin who is feared by many rulers, and in the Thunder Sea, he is known as the Son of the Death Moon and the Blood Tide.

——The Great Reaper!

Now, the second ruler comes to the battlefield!

No, he was already here.

Since the beginning of this war, the Great Reaper has followed the Demon Mountain Duke to this battlefield! Even before the main force arrived, Thunder Sea's supporters had already arrived at Solano and participated in the attack.

From the beginning to the present, he has relied on the huge energy response of the Magic Mountain to cover his own existence, hiding in the shadow of the Grand Duke of the Magic Mountain, watching all these changes.

Waiting for the moment when all the trump cards of the American pedigree are revealed and the final word comes!

Now, when the Demon Mountain Duke faces a real crisis, under his call, the Great Reaper in the shadow finally shows his whereabouts, and the long-awaited sickle has already secretly locked the souls of all key targets.

But now, what he saw on Richard's face was not fear and shock, but some kind of... Fortunately, I am not a mockery of a gentleman.

Also, the joy of seeing a fat fish take the bait——

Click!

A clear voice sounded from behind the Great Reaper.

Without warning, an arm stretched out from behind him, revealing half of the cuff of his shirt. When the slender fingers spread out, an ancient pocket watch was revealed in the palm.

On the dial, the complex and solemn double snake emblem glows slightly.

Push the button.

Then everything came to an abrupt end.

In the frozen time, Huai Shi could see the dust hovering in front of him. The stagnant hurricane was like turbid glass, creating a cyclone visible to the naked eye.

On Richard's old face, the smile between his white beards was full of mockery.

After the magic mountain's frozen expression, the Great Reaper's body seemed to be trembling and twitching slightly, struggling among the frozen phenomena, as if he wanted to turn around and see clearly what the hell was behind him.

And soon, a steady hand pressed his head, signaling him to be calm.

Then, an obsidian sword blade as smooth as a mirror penetrated from the chest of the Great Reaper!

Backstab!

There was no blood spurting, and even the disaster crystals that had condensed into substance had no time to react, leaving behind a heavy damage.

But those coming behind the Great Reaper never stopped at all.

Quickly and smoothly, he drew out a skinning dagger again, and with an astonishing skill and smoothness, he smeared it across the Great Reaper's neck, cutting a huge gap to help him breathe smoothly.

If he could move, Huai Shi could hardly help but applaud this artistic beheading method.

But everything hasn't stopped yet.

As if fear of such damage was not enough, the visitor pulled out a rusty handaxe that seemed to be used for cutting wood from the void, pointed it at his head, and chopped down, splitting the face hidden in the darkness into Two cuts.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient and strange flintlock gun was pointed at the heart of the Great Reaper and the trigger was pulled.

The bullets mysteriously disappeared from the barrel of the gun before they flew out.

Then, he threw out four completely different talismans, and the talismans flying in all directions suddenly exploded. In the thick fog, four dry and hungry palms stretched out, pulling the limbs of the great reaper, dragging them. .

He simply pulled out all his limbs and quickly dragged the remaining limbs and disappeared into the thick fog.

Finally, a stone plate that looked extremely familiar to Huai Shi, as if he had seen it somewhere, emerged from the top of the Great Reaper's head out of thin air. The stone plate with the Five Ages calendar inscribed on it rotated and turned into a mirror of smoke.

Thousands of strands of blood stretched out from the mirror, climbed onto the Great Reaper's face, pulled at his head, and disappeared behind the smoke mirror.

The stone plate disappears.

Behind the Great Reaper, the unannounced attacker reached into his woolen vest, pulled out a folded black body bag, and shook it open.

Skillfully, he put the remaining remains of the Great Reaper into the bag, pulled the zipper to seal it, folded it again, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

As if he was afraid that it would not be enough, he took out another bottle of holy water, splashed it everywhere and cleaned it up, then picked up the sickle left by the Great Reaper, turned around and left.

But just after taking two steps, he turned around again and picked out the strange skull from the hands of the Demon Mountain Duke. Like picking a fruit, he put it in Huai Shi's heartbroken eyes. In his own arms.

Finally, he glanced in the direction of Huai Shi with a half-smile.

It seemed like a compliment.

"Well done, young man."

Feathered Serpent praised: "The future is promising!"

Just like that, the lord of America's pedigree and natural enemy turned around and left.

Just like when he came, he disappeared into the void without any warning.

Then, time resumed its flow.

The dust was floating, the storm was blowing, and before the hoarse shouts of the Duke of the Magic Mountain could spread, he felt a light touch in his hand, and the life-saving treasure disappeared together with the reinforcements behind him.

Gone!

In the eyes of despair, there is only the hammer whizzing down, the bloody hand that suddenly shrinks, and the light of punishment falling from the sky!

Just like that, the final fireworks shot into the sky.

The dazzling firelight covered most of the sky, and the turbulent source of fluctuations could be clearly observed even in the current situation.

The towering magic mountain trembled, and a huge gap burst open, from bottom to top, and then, a wailing echo spread to the entire border.

The collapse has begun.

Among the countless cracks and cracks, dark mist surged out like an ocean, covering the entire battlefield. The blessing of endless hell disasters did not make the screaming monsters and large groups feel any excitement, but instead caused unprecedented chaos. .

In their perception, the tyrannical will that dominated the highest point of the battlefield had disappeared without a trace.

The magic mountain is gone.

After losing the control of the ruler, except for a few well-trained elite legions who were able to maintain their organization and military discipline and fight and retreat, there was more unstoppable flight and chaos.

Just above the blood-stained defense line, hoarse shouts rang out.

Everyone looked at the collapsed magic mountain and could no longer restrain the smiles on their faces, cheered excitedly, and danced wildly in ecstasy.

Just after the battle, the dancing blood gathered back into the form of the Skinned Lord.

The supporter didn't have any thoughts of breathing or recuperating. After confirming that there were no other hidden dangers around him, he nodded to Richard and Huai Shi, then turned into a bloody torrent again, flew into the sky, and rushed to other battlefields.

After Richard gasped for a long time, he finally stood up, pulled out his hammer, looked at the wreckage hammered into mud below, and spat in disdain.

"Damn, that piece of garbage actually ran away..."

He could sense the transfer that occurred within the body of the Demon Mountain Duke at the last moment.

After noticing the disappearance of the Great Reaper and the authoritative skull, the Duke of the Magic Mountain decisively gave up the fortune he had accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

Throw away everything, including this body.

I'm afraid it has revived in some secret place now, right?

But in this state of embarrassment, I'm afraid it's no different than death. If you want to regain your strength, wait hundreds or even thousands of years and see if the king gives you a chance...

No matter what, they won this war.

Although more than half of the defense line was destroyed by the war, with the death of the Great Reaper and the heavy damage of the Mountain Duke, it can be regarded as a great victory that doubled the face of America. It is not in vain that the American lineage has been squatting for so long. The hole dug in the grass for so long.

If there is any surprise, I'm afraid it's only...

Thinking of this, he looked behind him.

Then, he saw half of the Grand Duke's scepter in his hand, sneaking towards the Huaishi stuffed in the ruins.

Sensing his gaze, Huai Shi stiffened for a moment, thought for a moment, then threw aside the half of the 'Magic Mountain Spare Ribs' she had just picked up, and looked elsewhere innocently.

whistle.

Trying to muddle through.

"What are you doing?" Richard looked at him sideways.

"Ahem, uh, this..."

Huai Shi coughed twice and tried to show a compassionate look: "Although the camps are different and we are not sharing the same fate, after all, the dead are the most important. I plan to take some souvenirs back, so that I can pay my respects during the holidays. "

Well, by the way, I want to make up for the psychological trauma of being robbed of my head by the master of your genealogy in various senses.

You have to react quickly, otherwise you won’t even have hair on your ribs!

"Don't go too far, kid."

Richard almost laughed out of anger, held his shoulders and came closer: "You want to eat alone in front of me? Don't forget, this is America!"

Huaishi's pockets subconsciously shrank back, but she couldn't avoid the fierce gaze of that old face. She gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, "No more one-nine!"

Richard sneered: "Me nine?"

"good!"

Huai Shi replied in a shocked voice: "That's it!"

Before Richard could finish speaking, he couldn't wait to stuff a large bag of things into his arms, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

When the old man reacted and looked at the package in his arms, his expression began to twitch.

The heart is cut like a knife.

Blood loss...