Chapter 1275 Praise

"Stop! Stop it!"

Seeing the besiegers approaching step by step, the president's expression kept twitching: "I tell you, others will not let you go! If you do this, you will only make yourself the target of public criticism - wait, I Got it, you are the people sent by NO.6, right?! You want to get into troubled waters——"

Snapped!

The rain curtain was torn apart, and on the other side of the rooftop, a dagger came from the air and screamed, flying towards his face.

But then, the guard's sharp blade swept across and was knocked away.

Only a deep wound was left on the president's face, and dark blood flowed from the wound.

On the other side of the rain curtain, the high-pitched sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other sounded.

Dragging a slender iron spear, the knight in gray stepped through the heavy rain and walked step by step. The spear point behind him was sharpened with the earth, stirring up fleeting sparks.

The remaining guards tried to stop him, but everything in front of the sweeping iron barrage was torn apart by the roaring iron light.

At the end, amid the flying blood, the face under the gray hood finally raised its head and looked at him coldly: "If you don't stop scratching, can't you die quietly?"

The president was stunned and took a step back.

I just feel cold all over my body.

"In order to seize power, does that guy actually collude with people in this situation... I know it, I know it! That traitor! Traitor! We have taken him in for tens of thousands of years, and he is not well-raised. wild--"

A shrill voice burst out suddenly, interrupting his incoherent voice.

When the iron sword suddenly stabbed, it was as if the sound had been killed. No noise could be heard, only the crisp auditory hallucination that emerged in the mind as the rainwater was cut drop by drop in front of the sharp blade.

Time seemed to be slowed down.

Only the scorching red spear edge extended forward inch by inch, running toward his eyes!

At that moment, the last of the guards rushed forward.

Facing the tip of the gun, he drew his sword.

The iron arm swung, and the two swords slashed, causing the spear point to stagnate for a moment, and then, a strange bulge appeared on the back, and the two mechanical arms unfolded again, and the sharp blades popped out of the palms, aiming at Yuan Zhao's face again. prick!

Captured by high-speed cameras, the chip analyzes all data, calculates the opponent's countermeasures and weapon attacks, and finally selects a sure-kill plan and uploads the results.

And, before that happens...it's over.

Before he could react, his throat had been penetrated and torn apart by the iron blade. With the slight earthquake of the iron blade, a head had already flown up from the rainstorm.

The blood flew and disappeared under the wash of rain.

The headless corpse froze in place, sluggishly, took a step forward, and then the spear tip that penetrated shrank back again, here!

Amidst the countless rain showers, only the fragments of the mechanical torso and the last ray of blood fell to the ground.

The sound is so crisp.

The Gray Knight continued to move forward, one arm oozing with blood drooping beside him, while the other hand still dragged the spear towards the president.

The president's expression changed, and he pulled out the gun from his pocket, but the moment he raised the muzzle, it was shot away by bullets in the rain.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but when he saw Yuan Zhao's expression, he seemed to have an idea.

Finally, I understood something.

Appearing ferocious.

"Fuck, actually-"

Snapped!

The last sound was suddenly cut off, and no sound came out since Tie Shu penetrated it.

When the Gray Knight's gun was drawn out, the body that gradually lost its temperature fell to the sky, falling from the rooftop and falling into the burning world.

Shattered to pieces.

But the remaining corpses quickly turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the thick smoke of hatred flying to who knows where.

All that was left in the air was a scream that stung the eardrums.

The industry ahead is in ruins.

On the rooftop, Yuan Zhao supported the iron beam and watched coldly as the thick smoke dissipated. He quickly withdrew his gaze.

"Rest for fifteen minutes, change equipment, and then set off."

He told his subordinates: "The work is not over yet."

The subordinates who had continuously attacked sixteen battlefields in just one night were stunned for a moment, and spontaneously let out moans and cheers of admiration.

I don’t know what exaggerated miracles and achievements I will witness next.

After the medical soldiers responsible for emergency treatment sent the wounded down, they had time to check the condition of the original photo. Just looking at his injuries, I couldn't help but frown:

"What about the arm?"

Yuan Zhao lowered his head and looked at his shoulder, only to find that the wound had burst open at some point.

Under the impact of stray bullets and explosions, broken stubble was pierced from the flesh and blood, and he had lost consciousness.

"Let's get a new one."

He shook his head indifferently: "I don't think the mechanical arm thing is quite useful? You didn't bring it?"

"But..." the medical soldier was stunned.

In an instant, where is the surgical environment to connect nerves and replace prostheses?

"Then just cut it off. It's just an arm. We can continue working as usual."

Yuan Zhao withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the surging beacons in the distance.

"hurry up."

He said, "I'm in a hurry."

Under the wash of rain, the iron tree wedged into the stone trembled and groaned, impatiently wanting to engage in the next fight. As the rain gradually thinned out, the smooth mirror-like blade ridge was illuminated by the rekindled night!

The flame reignites again.

Vigorous spread.

Like dancing and singing, striding towards destruction.

boom!

Another pillar of fire rose into the sky.

The ignited gas station set off a terrifying light, engulfing the entire neighborhood. The scorching foehn wind spread, sweeping up the remaining rainwater and burning gasoline, setting off a new round of storm.

Like a tornado, it penetrates between heaven and earth.

Light up the monument on the gallows.

"It's so beautiful, isn't it?"

In the inner layer of the eternal paradise, among the countless shackles, Huai Shi looked at the scarlet spots that were spreading in the projection, and expressed his sincere admiration.

Unfortunately, no one heard it.

Only the anger of the rulers surges in the inner layer, mobilizing the power of Eternal Paradise to try to correct everything that happens.

Unfortunately, it's too late...

The collapse of the food chain is irreversible.

In this burning flame, cracks in the moral cord emerged one after another. No matter how the defenders tried to repair it, it was already too late.

In the darkness, above the chain, a dazzling scarlet slowly emerged, winding like blood, flowing through countless souls, planting the seeds of madness and destruction.

If the monitor is still alive, he will definitely be in disbelief at what happened - those originally deep-rooted beliefs in the ranchers have become deformed and abnormal as the moral chain has been shaken...

The law of the jungle has been replaced.

What replaced it was never-ending greed and anger!

It's like a brand new fruit has been planted from the foundation of the Eternal Paradise. That sudden force once again catalyzes all solidified souls, triggering an irreversible fission reaction.

Unstoppable apoptosis, ever-present hunger and thirst, self-destructive gluttony...

"Ah, praise Bahamut."

"Praise, beast of the end."

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

In the midst of destruction and flames, countless believers shouted fanatically, sang songs, and walked in the streets and alleys, handing out gifts from death and spreading dogma that could only bring destruction.

Praise, praise the coming end!

When the seeds sown in countless souls germinate, this paradise that has been created by cannibalism will usher in the end of cannibalism and death.

When they did not pursue the cycle of survival, but instead pursued the end and destruction of everything, the shadow named Bahamut had emerged from the inner layer of the Eternal Paradise, slowly and silently, eating away. A rancher's spot!

Even, in turn, usurping the authority and position that belongs to Him!

Food chain cycle?

How ridiculous! How abominable! How despicable!

What are the consequences of cannibalism between people?

Just struggling in vain, so ugly!

When all things come to an end, when everything sinks into hell, only this pure destruction is the only mercy and destination given to all souls.

Perish! Perish! Perish!

Countless souls are calling fervently and praising endlessly, deviating from the cycle of the food chain, and physically practicing this dogma and will of destruction.

Sow death!

pollute.

The pollution from Huaishi has only now sprouted from the deepest part of the Eternal Paradise.

It is not a plague or chaos, but a fierce poison flowing among countless souls, leading all solidified souls to embark on the path of destruction - faith!

If left alone, even if the moral cord is intact, the Eternal Paradise operates normally, and all interference in the current situation disappears, when evolution comes to an end, the person born from this hell will definitely not be a rancher. Heaven and paradise.

In the collapse of the food chain, there is only destruction, apoptosis and the end.

What is born is a new ruler.

——The existence named [End Beast Bahamut]!

At this moment, amidst the high-pitched noise of countless chains shaking, and the strange wail of the tormented paradise of eternity, Huaishi opened her eyes happily.

"Ah, my dear friends, why repeat the same old story?"

In this way, he raised a finger towards hell, like a conductor, marked the starting beat, and sang happily: "Let our melodies gather into a joyful chorus!"

At that moment, the sound of the cello, which obviously only existed in the consciousness, was now resounding through the inner world of the Eternal Paradise under the will of the Disaster Musician.

In the dark, so melodious.

"joy!"

"joy!"

Countless souls were turbulent, and within the surging essence and solidified soul, every crazy thought and every hungry impulse set off a frenzy under Huai Shi's command.

Every note rising in the soul has found its place in this dark and ferocious frenzy. When countless shouts and screams merged into the backbone of the melody of destruction, the praises of hell and abyss resounded through every link of the food chain.

In destruction, in burning fire, in never-ending hunger and thirst.

Every soul burst out with an unprecedented rhythm, and countless waves intertwined to form a symphony that enveloped the entire hell!

At this moment, beyond the paradise of eternity.

Inside the Gospel Holy Seat, on the fierce battlefield, the infinite power from the Wheel of Ascension began to weaken rapidly, and scarlet blood flowed in the darkness and continued to spread.

And the enthusiastic chorus set off by countless souls has already passed through the blockade of hell and resounded throughout the entire battlefield!

"Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!"

All suffering will come to an end in the death of joy, all despair will disappear without a trace in the final destruction, and the sleep and end of all souls will come with the promise of the beast of the end.

This is the praise for all destruction and end!