Everyone: Forge The Heavens And Build Barrett At The Beginning

"Zhang Yi!"

"Zhang Yi!"

"Are you OK!"

As he was walking, He Minghui suddenly found Zhang Yi frozen in place, which frightened him. Even if there was a precedent for single-player leadership, in the end, Zhang Yi was an auxiliary profession and had no life-saving skills.

If you step on a cursed item or get a look from a weird monster, your life may be lost.

Such as the seducer, such as the bleeding doll... there are countless.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Yi woke up and took a deep breath. Ye Qiuyun's concerned eyes were so close, and he felt strange in his heart.

Your ancestors are here with me!

seriously!

Faced with everyone's curious looks, Zhang Yi had no choice but to explain casually: "I was obsessed with thinking of a design just now, but now I'm fine."

There are six people in this team. In addition to Ye Qiuyun, there is also a girl.

Hearing this, he admired: "No wonder you can make so many successful designs at such a young age. You are so diligent."

"It's all luck!" Zhang Yi nodded affirmatively, spending only a small amount of money.

While speaking, Zhang Yi did not forget to look around, and at this moment he had completely entered the world of hell.

In a desolate world with no grass growing, the ground beneath his feet was dark red, and it seemed that blood would overflow at any time, and the smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose.

The whole world is like a big tomb, with endless corpses buried under the feet, which may break out of the ground at any time.

There is no sun here, and a dim crescent moon hangs slantingly in the sky, full of desolation and despair.

In addition to them, there were actually...many, many people traveling with them.

Those who enter hell will be designated to move in a certain direction according to the military's plan, firstly to prevent the force from being too scattered and chaotic, and secondly to share the pressure on the legion.

In front of them, a heavily armed elite legion stood in front, and the remaining individual soldiers, even if they were not organized, would feel much less pressure.

It can be regarded as complementary to each other. The legion does not need these individual people to join, so as not to disrupt the camp. The individual people can exert their own strength and their own safety can be guaranteed.

Not far away, Chu Ke looked over with a mocking look on his face,

Change?

Not changing? This is a problem.

Zhang Yi was immersed in his own world again, and the rewards given by the system appeared in front of his eyes, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

Brother Tongzi was very kind this time. In addition to the system lottery, he also directly provided drawings for redemption. Zhang Yi wanted every one of the items in it.

Especially the [Iron Man full series drawings] and [Metal Storm·Magic Modified Version Production Drawings].

The former is definitely a first-class life-saving divine armor. No one will love it once it is worn. The most important thing is that it will most likely be an [all-professional] attribute.

After this launch, don’t the auxiliary girls love me to death?

As for the [Metal Storm·Magic Modified Version Production Drawing], you can know it by referring to Gatling's attributes.

As far as Zhang Yi knows, in his previous life, [Metal Storm] was a machine gun, and its power was not even a little bit more powerful than Gatling. The two were not on the same level.

Generally speaking, metal storms are installed on battleships and used as close-in defense guns. Their power can be imagined.

When this whole thing comes out, it is very likely that it will be a terrifying existence that can shoot 100,000 rounds per second.

In the following [Transformers Optimus Prime Demonic Version Production Drawing], Zhang Yi guessed that the source of fire he had obtained previously, even if it was produced, the resulting Transformers would be random.

It's right to think about it. Brother Tongzi shouldn't be so generous as to arrange the entire Transformers series drawings for himself with just one source of fire.

To change or not to change?

Zhang Yi was extremely torn in his heart, and he changed his mind to Shuang Wai Wai, but... no matter what, Ye Jingtian always served the country and the people, so this change made him feel a little uncomfortable.

…

Japanese country.

When Ichiro Uemura, the SS-level weapon designer, has another soul to sacrifice to the sky, the magic pattern on the originally invisible Nichirin sword fragment blooms with brilliance, and all the mysteries will be revealed before his eyes.

Kenichiro Ichiro and the Emperor all looked expectantly, watching with satisfaction as more and more magic patterns lit up.

Everything is going in the right direction.

Click~

Click~

suddenly!

I saw the fragments of the broken knife, which had been broken into more than a dozen pieces, suddenly made a shattering sound that seemed to be overwhelmed. The sound was extremely slight, and it seemed that it was starting to collapse and shatter from the foundation.

But the thing here is that everyone is not a weakling, and has keen senses, especially Shiken Ichiro, a veteran and powerful person in the divine position.

His expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "Be careful, stop!"

Ichiro Uemura's reaction was half a beat too slow, and he finally reacted after being reminded, but it was a bit too late.

Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, the fragments of the Sun Lun Sword that they had placed high hopes on, and the hope of their Japanese country, collapsed inch by inch!

It was completely shapeless, even iron filings could not be found. Let alone a complete magic pattern, even an iron piece the size of a fingernail could not be found.

"idiot!"

Uemura Ichiro's eyes were red. At this moment, the world's top weapons designer, his hands were shaking, staring at the pile of debris in disbelief.

Impossible!

The inexplicable mysterious power shattered everything, especially the most essential part of the magic pattern, which was completely destroyed.

As if he had lost hope in life, Uemura Ichiro slumped down in his seat with a gloomy expression. Zhang Yi's words seemed to ring in his mind: "Come on, come and beg me!"

At this moment, like ordinary people, he hated Zhang Yi extremely, and was even more envious and jealous. Why wasn't this kind of genius born in their Japanese country?

Only Ichiro Uemura, who is also a weapons designer, can deeply feel how powerful this young man from the Dragon Kingdom is. His ingenious conception and perfect depiction of the magic patterns would put him to shame if he was also a young man.

"How... could this happen?" Shi Jianyilang was also in disbelief. He had already paid a high price for Ye Jingtian's soul, and he was about to succeed. How could he suddenly fail?

And this was not over yet. The next moment, Ye Jingtian's soul and blood suspended in mid-air disappeared in an instant.

Even the Emperor, who had been sitting steadily, could no longer sit still and stood up abruptly. His eyes were full of shock, and then slowly became gloomy.

"Uemura, is there still hope?"

Shiken Ichiro asked, inexplicably thinking of the energetic and confident young man from the Dragon Kingdom, and that... woman.

Ichiro Uemura looked bitter and shook his head: "It's impossible. It's been completely destroyed. Even if you can find another soul, we won't have a second Nichirin Sword."

As soon as these words came out, the room fell into dead silence.

Do you really want to ask that young man?