2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In the center of the scorched earth filled with black smoke and raging flames, a dark red beast wearing pitch-black rock armor lay prone on the ground. In front of its ferocious huge head, a dark gray spear with a height of dozens of meters and a metallic luster stood majestically.

On top of the high wall, Rock Lion could hardly stand still. This burly and strong man was as weak as a candle in the wind.

In order to create this giant weapon that could kill king-level alien species, he spent almost all his energy.

"I will... shoot it as high as possible, and leave the rest to you." Rock Lion slowly exhaled and turned to look at the middle-aged man beside him.

Yan Yiming didn't answer aloud, just nodded.

His face was also ugly. Even though he had been injected with medicine, the mental and physical exhaustion caused by such high-intensity use of powers for such a long time was extremely terrifying.

Not to mention that he was seriously injured. If he hadn't been strong-willed and extremely persistent in killing the king-level alien species, he might have collapsed long ago.

In front of the giant beast's head, the stone spear holding up the sky slowly sank, and the tip and shaft of the spear were swallowed into the earth little by little.

...

In the dim room, the bishop half-helped and half-took the arm of the frightened middle-aged man and brought him to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Did you see it? There." The bishop raised his chin. Several figures standing on a magnificent high wall hundreds of meters away could be vaguely seen.

"Then...are those people from the Special Branch?" The middle-aged man recognized the uniforms on two of them.

"It doesn't matter who it is, you just need to do as I say." The bishop said softly and put his hand into the loose robe.

Beads of sweat appeared on the middle-aged man's forehead, and the look in his eyes was extremely struggling: "Do I...do I want to kill one of them..."

"Is there any problem?" The bishop withdrew his hand from his robe and stuffed an item into his arms.

The fingertips felt cold and hard. The middle-aged man lowered his head and saw that it was a finely crafted knife with complex patterns engraved on the surface and a dark golden color throughout.

His body trembled as if he was electrocuted, and he waved his hand to throw the knife away, but the bishop reached out and held him down: "Be careful."

"No... don't..." The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly, his lips trembling.

The bishop's face darkened, he sighed, and waved behind him.

Eugene stepped forward at the right time and took out the tablet again and put it away.

"You have only two choices." The bishop reached out and pressed the middle-aged man's shoulder.

The picture on the screen was a bit dim. People seemed to be queuing up. The middle-aged woman was holding the little girl's hand and facing the camera. The photographer should be standing behind them.

"The first option is that if you die, they will live a peaceful and prosperous life in the future."

The bishop took the tablet and put it in the middle-aged man's hand: "The second option is that they die in front of your eyes, and then you die."

The middle-aged man's hands holding the tablet trembled slightly, and his eyes were red.

Suddenly, the camera panned down slightly, and a man's rough hands appeared on the screen, pressing on the shirt around his waist. And following his hidden movements, a rectangular object emerged.

The middle-aged man guessed what it was almost immediately, and his lips trembled: "No... no... no!!"

His voice grew louder and louder, until it was almost a roar.

The camera moved up again, and the backs of the woman and the little girl appeared again.

The bishop took the tablet away from the man's hand and said calmly: "You have 5 seconds to think about it, 5...4...3..."

He counted only three and then stopped because there was no need to continue counting.

The middle-aged man held the dark golden knife tightly, with a ferocious face and a stooped body, like a beast that was forced to die.

...

On top of the high wall, Rock Lion lowered his hands to his side with a serious face: "Are you ready?"

Yan Yiming, who was standing next to him, nodded slightly: "Yes."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Yanshi turned his neck, grasped twice with the ten fingers of his hands, and then suddenly clenched into a fist.

In the center of the scorched earth, the ground in front of the molten demon lord's head suddenly began to squirm, and the amplitude gradually became larger, until it finally surged violently like boiling water.

A few seconds later, as the rock lion suddenly raised its hands upwards, a huge wave of mud exploded, and the dark gray afterimage broke out of the ground like an arrow.

The moment the rock gun left the ground, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He lost consciousness for a moment, his eyes turned white and he fell backwards. Fortunately, Wu Shisan was standing by, reaching out to support him and slowly lay him flat on the ground.

Yan Yiming raised his head, held his breath, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, it was as if his entire face suddenly turned red, and veins popped up on his neck and forehead, as if there were countless ferocious crawling insects under his skin.

Eliminating the gravity of the nearly 10,000-ton stone spear was no less difficult for him than suppressing the second king-level alien species.

"Roar!" As if he sensed something, the molten demon lord who was lying on the ground roared repeatedly. His body that was originally pressed obediently on the ground twisted and struggled wildly, and there was a faint tendency to stand up.

Yan Yiming needed to be distracted to eliminate the gravity of the stone gun, and his control over it inevitably relaxed.

His eyes were wide-eyed and covered with bloodshot eyes. Blood overflowed from the roots of his clenched teeth and flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Just hold on, as long as you can hold on for about 10 seconds, the stone spear will reach a height high enough to kill a king-level alien species with one blow.

Success or failure depended on this move. Everyone present looked up at the increasingly smaller black shadow in the sky, but no one noticed Yan Muyun's face as pale as paper and his eyes as bright as gold.

Where is the enemy? What means will they use to attack?

This was by no means an overly nervous and random worry. The danger perception ability given by the golden eyes was hysterically sounding an alarm, making Yan Muyun's heart beat like a drum.

He wanted to deploy the silver barrier to cover the four of them directly, but this would probably cause Yan Yiming and Yan Shi's desperate efforts to be in vain.

Suddenly, Yan Muyun turned his head sharply, his golden pupils fixed on an ordinary residential building a few hundred meters away.

found it.

...

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a middle-aged man in a wrinkled black suit knelt on one knee with his eyes closed. He held the dark gold knife tightly in his right hand and pressed it against his neck.

The sharp tip of the knife pressed against the skin, cutting a small crack, and the bright red blood dripped on the floor, blooming into little red flowers.

"Put it here, and you will die more quickly." The bishop standing behind stretched out a hand, gently held the back of the knife, and placed the blade on the side of his neck: "This is the carotid artery. After it is cut, it will be considered a god." There’s nothing you can do when you come.”

The middle-aged man's breathing became faster and heavier, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept falling like rain.

"Your Majesty Bishop, the stone spear has already taken off!" Eugene exclaimed.

In the distance, on the scorched earth covered with flames and black smoke, mud waves exploded tens of meters high, and a gray afterimage shot straight into the sky.

Looking at the middle-aged man who had yet to make a move, the bishop's face became extremely gloomy. He placed the tablet in front of the man, then turned his head towards the collar and said: "In 3 seconds, kill the mother and daughter. "

Looking at the backs of his wife and daughter in the picture, and the photographer's palm touching his waist, the middle-aged man collapsed and screamed: "I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!!!"

"bass."

The sound of the blade cutting through flesh resounded in the room, followed immediately by the sound of liquid gushing out.

The little boy sitting curled up on the sofa watched this scene, shrank back, and turned his head away.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the man's head hung softly on his shoulders, and the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him was covered in blood.

...

Yan Yiming's red eyes were staring at the sky, and his whole body was shaking violently.

The stone gun had begun to fall, but he was still trying his best to use his powers.

Suppress the Molten Lord in place, and at the same time, nearly a hundred times the gravity acts on the stone spear, giving it as much acceleration as possible. Only in this way can this physically powerful king-level alien be killed with one blow.

Suddenly, the left side of his face and neck felt hot, as if someone had poured a sticky, warm liquid on him.

His eyes were covered with thick redness, and he couldn't see anything. Only the strong smell of blood came from his nose.

"What happened?" Yan Yiming's mind went blank.

The arm holding him loosened, and the person next to him left him.

"Hey! You!" The rock lion shouted in shock and anger.

"Why..." Wu Shisan's voice contained a rare emotion of panic and confusion.

Yan Yiming's mind went blank. He almost subconsciously reached out and wiped it on his face, then turned his head and looked behind him.

The brother's body was held in the arms of the rock lion, his head was tilted back, his throat was cut open with a sharp weapon, and there was blood in the sky.

color.

Only the color of blood remained in his vision.