Chapter 727 Is This True? I Hit the Writer?

At that moment, he saw a huge palace, but it was not a palace in the secular impression.

It was a palace built of countless bones and flesh and blood. Many strange bones, insect-like shells, and blood vessels of different sizes and lengths reminded people of a garbage room where various odds and ends were piled up in a garbage station.

But unlike that garbage room, although this palace was built of countless flesh and blood objects that looked strange and cruel, it did not give people a sense of filth and dirtiness, but was extremely majestic.

The details were not carved, but the whole thing continued to exude incomparable emotions and oppression, as if a knife had been inserted into the body but had not yet moved, like a broken finger with broken tendons and bones, but still a trace of flesh and flesh connected to the main body. Anyone who saw this building would not dare to act rashly.

The next second, the palace disappeared in front of Anonymous.

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In the present world, twenty minutes have passed since the writer and Shangguan Yan disappeared. The suppression of other places is still continuing, but the curse power of the people who finished it has basically been exhausted.

After a day and a night of high-intensity fighting at the level of death, almost all the combatants were exhausted.

But the enemy was not like that. The current situation was that the enemies who could die had basically been killed, and some of the survivors were avoiding direct confrontation with the Control Bureau.

In addition to these two types, the rest were the rebels and finishers who were corrupted and alienated due to the erosion of the cursed power. Because of their alienation, the cursed power was not exhausted.

Because in essence, these special existences were just born.

At this moment, the execution squad was active in this city, composed of low-level extraordinary people, specializing in the execution of fallen humans.

Xia Shou ran through several streets and saw a flat "desert".

Through the intercom, he had learned from Mo Ying what happened and knew that Shangguan Yan and the writer disappeared together.

"Xia Shou, brother, if... I mean if, the minister really didn't solve the writer, then you have to go." Mo Ying said on the intercom.

"Well, who else?"

"No, only you."

Xia Shou was about to nod, but suddenly froze, came to his senses, and said in surprise: "Wait, why am I the only one!"

Xia Shou thought of many possibilities. As a person with a lot of cursed energy, it is understandable that he should go up at this most critical moment.

But is he the only one? How can he do it alone!

"Because there is no one who can fight here." Mo Ying replied.

"Sister, I'm just a level 3 finisher!" Xia Shou began to sweat.

He is not cowardly, but the strong sense of oppression just now, and the subsequent ultra-wide-area attack, plus the current scene of desertification in the city, even a fool can see that the opponent is a monster.

Facing such a monster, he goes up alone?

"Sister Ying, it is impossible that everyone in the bureau can't go up, right?" Xia Shou said quickly.

He paced back and forth between the two collapsed walls, as nervous as a primary school student who accidentally entered the college entrance examination room.

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end, followed by a helpless sigh:

"You are right, there are still many people who can fight again, but there is also the problem of compatibility.

Based on the results observed so far, the writer has the same ability as Xiao Gao, can transform into a fire element, and can also release a slash that even space-based superpowers cannot defend against, and the level of idealistic martial arts is also ridiculously high.

In addition... it seems that there is also the ability to age a person's body through contact.

Those who are qualified to participate in this battle must be able to withstand this level of slashing, and the superpower cannot be the type released against the target body, because the writer The abnormal level is very high, with a minimum of level 6.

Those who do not meet these conditions will die in vain. Instead of being killed by the writer, it is better to fight for life in other aspects. Manpower in other places is also very scarce. "

Xia Shou sighed: "It's not that I can't go, but I'm curious, why let me go? I don't meet these conditions either. I can't defend against the slash that the space system can't defend against. "

"...Aren't you the minister's trump card? Didn't the minister say that he would listen to you at the critical moment! And...and that scar! Don't you have something of this power?" Mo Ying said in surprise.

Xia Shou covered his face with his hands. He understood why Mo Ying let him go. It felt that Mo Ying felt that the minister really hid something in him!

If you think about it carefully, it is natural that Mo Ying would misunderstand. After all, the words that the minister said before the raid were like what the emperor said to the marshal: "You are responsible for combat command at ordinary times, but if you really encounter a critical moment, you will listen to the order of the halberd bearer in your camp."

No matter which marshal heard this, he would subconsciously think that the halberd bearer was Han Xin.

If Xia Shou stood in Mo Ying's position and saw that the forward in his team was so good at fighting, and was entrusted with important tasks by the leader, and could also use the "scar" that could kill instantly at a critical moment, he would also think that the other party must have hidden a bigger killer.

However, the fact is that Shangguan Yan arranged it that way just because she knew the existence of [Self-Destruction].

As for the scar... it was just useless when I saved my life last time.

"Hey, don't say you can't do anything!!!" Mo Ying's tone changed.

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Xia Shou sighed heavily: "Is it the collective decision of the leaders to let me fight?"

"No, they haven't argued yet. I'm going to propose it, but if you can't do it, then there's really nothing I can do." Mo Ying's voice sank, as if he had already started thinking about other countermeasures.

After listening, Xia Shou thought for a while and went over the current situation in his mind again.

The current situation can't be said to be a bit bad, it can only be said to be no different from a collapse.

But even so, there are still good and bad sides.

The bad news is that the evidence that Mo Ying believes he has a powerful killer move is all a mistake, and all speculations are illusions based on misunderstandings.

The good news is... he really has a trump card.

"Let me go, wait for me, I'm on the way." Xia Shou put down the walkie-talkie.

After listening to Mo Ying's analysis of the writer's ability, Xia Shou was searching for a solution in his mind.

The writer's ability to turn into flames can be dealt with by the wrong forbidden knowledge that Rosa gave him.

Ignore the slash in space and use the blood demon mode to resist.

But he really had no way to deal with the opponent's strong idealistic martial arts. Although the mirror magic's cutting directly affects the space and can cut the opponent, the writer's slash can directly destroy the mirror itself.

As long as the writer is not an idiot, the mirror magic will not be of any use, and the scissors of the information are only LV5 and cannot be applied to the writer.

From these points of view, the writer seems to be invincible, and he has no chance of winning.

But fortunately, he also has an extremely amazing skill.

It depends on you again... Reach the pinnacle!