Galactic Dark Net

"Not good!" Han Lang slammed and shouted anxiously.

He began to realize that this sandstorm is likely to be a war **** strong, but he firmly chose to escape, otherwise there is such a weak **** of war in the world? Lien Chan did not dare to fight, all running away from start to finish?

Moreover, Han Lang began to notice an important thing. He only cares about killing, but he never understood what task this task is.

The road of the gods can be strangled, but it can only be on a specific occasion. The endless desert is obviously a task at this moment. Otherwise, the network will not choose to start the killing of the human race in this place. It is not allowed.

"You must stop him, now!" Han Lang thought.

"Ghost claws!"

As Han Lang screamed, the ghost claws suddenly rushed to Han Lang, grabbed Han Lang's shoulders, and then tried his best to keep him forward.

Yes, the ghost claw is not an ordinary gene beast. He is the product of the dark apostle and the female worm. In addition to the appearance of the worm and the long thigh, the ghost claw has two arms, in order to play at a critical moment. effect.

Today is the key moment!

The ghost claws first threw out the Han wave, and then threw the claws out. After all, it was the first powerful gene beast of Han Lang. The ability of the ghost claws was unquestionable. Both Han Lang and the claws gained amazing instantaneous acceleration. To leap over the top of the network!

Hey~

Suddenly~

As soon as I saw the fascination, I was moved, my face was still sneak sneer, but the speed became faster. Even the silver fox had to work hard to catch up with him.

Sure enough, this **** guy has been hiding a hand! He is deliberate!

Han Lang’s heart is full of anger, but he has nothing to do, because he is now in the air, and people can’t borrow in the air, so he can only watch the squad accelerate to the sandstorm, and the little things are still executing their orders. Chasing him.

"Can't let him run, never!"

Seeing that he had begun to fall, and the claws were behind Han Lang, Han Lang suddenly extended his right hand backwards. A hand grabbed the claws.

At this moment, Han Lang’s right arm has been completely darkened, using the power of darkness!

"Go! Give me a stop!"

Hey~

The claws accelerate again!

This acceleration is given to him by Han Lang!

After two consecutive accelerations, let the claws finally get faster than the little things, they both left and right. Finally caught up with the network.

The God of War is incredible, because the acceleration of Han Lang’s claws seems to be stronger than the ghost claws. He always thought that the ghost claws are the most combatant among the chasers. Now it seems that Han Lang is more than a ghost. The claws are stronger.

When it was said that it was too late, the claws had already crossed the network, and ran to the front of the network, ready to stop with the silver fox!

It’s different from the little things. The claws are born with defects. He is very sleepy, and he will only attack. When facing an enemy, the claws attack, when facing 10,000 enemies, the claws are still offensive!

Then I saw that the claws had a low head, started at full speed, and rushed to attack, like a stupid bull. The silver fox, the little guy, is on the side, and the small eyes are shining with sly light. As long as the stupid claws rush, the little things have a chance to attack. Look for opportunities to scratch you! The little guy is thinking in his heart.

This is already the fastest speed of Han Lang. At this time, he really hopes that he can insert the wings, because he is very clear, what is the consequence of letting the claws like this to intercept the network.

Unless the war is dead, the claws will never go back!

Han Lang must speed up! Speed ​​up again! Go and fight alongside the stupid claws!

Han Lang is an amazing scene. The sandstorm has arrived unstoppable, and the brave claws have also plunged into the shackles. The little silver fox has shown its sharp claws and attacked from the side.

Hey~

Rubbing ~

Hum~

Han Lang can only see this last scene. Then, the lingering, the claws, the silver fox, all disappeared into this rare sandstorm.

The worst result was none other. Han Lang discovered that his dark sorcerer was useless when faced with this sandstorm. The black sand blocked the sight of Han Lang and hit **** his face.

Yes, the black sandstorm is completely different from the yellow sand seen along the way, with a magical, unexplained power.

Han Lang was forced to reduce the speed, because this weird black sandstorm is so powerful that it can actually shake the Han wave that has been repaired by the quasi-war. This shows that this desert is really unusual.

"silver fox!"

"The claws!"

Han Lang walked hard in the black sandstorm, shouting loudly, and the voice could not be transmitted too far. Every time Han Lang opened his mouth, there would be thousands of sands to drill in.

Han Lang suddenly felt that he was pulling his own feet. He looked down and saw that it was a silver fox. The little guy was also blown up, but he seemed to be anxious. He refused to take care of the black sandstorm and was desperately pulling Han Lang. Let him go with himself.

Soon, Han Lang followed the silver fox to find the claws. The silly little monster was lying in the black sand, and had been buried in the black sand and was dying.

Han Lang dug him out of the sand, and saw that the four legs of the claw had been broken. The center of the body was opened with a deep wound, revealing the organs, and the black sand constantly poured into the wound of the claws. Cleaning and treatment work has become extremely difficult.

This heart-warming dull, dying in the arms of Han Lang, let Han Lang suddenly feel the heart is stinging.

"Stupid, why don't you know how to dodge?" Han Lang eyes red, whispered.

Of course, the claws don’t hide. He will only charge in this life, and he will not dodge. Even if he knows that the enemy’s knife is cut on himself, he will have his life. The claw is still firmly executing the command of Han Lang. Since Han Lang let the claws If you stop the squad, then the claws will be executed.

Han Lang’s love for his own genetic beasts stems from their loyalty of selflessness.

The silver fox's two small claws were closed together, and it seemed to be sad to cry. He didn't dare to look at the shackled claws in Han Lang's arms and quietly turned his back.

At this time, the ghost claws also arrived. Although he did not have the rich emotions like Silver Fox and Han Lang, he was very clear about what he should do at the moment.

I saw the ghost claws like a mighty warrior, standing in front of Han Lang and the claws, facing the black sandstorm, not moving, leaning on the head, using their bodies to shield them from the wind and rain.

The silver fox sighed softly and disappeared into the crazy black sandstorm. Han Lang knew that the little guy was going to scout, and he also did not forget his mission, even in such a bad environment, he It is also the scout of Han Lang, to prevent the smashing of a rifle, this is the meaning of the existence of small things.

In this way, the ghostly incarnation of the heroic warrior, blocking the sandstorm for Han Lang and the claws, the silver fox staring at the sand, for Han Lang and Silver Fox to detect, and Han Lang himself, but in this almost impossible environment In the treatment of the injury of the claws.

The claws were staring at Han Lang, and in the less intelligent eyes, it seemed to be a little grateful.

"Don't move." Han Lang said, he gave the ghost claws some shields and things that could block the sandstorm. The ghost claws were motionless against the sandstorm. These shields were held high, plus their large and strong body. It really blocked most of the sandstorms.

At this time, the God of War suddenly talked.

"You are treating this genetic beast? So much sand has entered the wound. Are you finished cleaning up? It is not a valuable thing, it is better to kill him and recreate one!"

Han Lang ignored him. This is the source of the sound, a technique that transmits the sound through the source. Only the sound is heard, and it is not certain where the network is. He may just want to interfere with the mind of Han Lang.

The mind of Han Lang to save his claws is unshakable.

Han Lang’s values ​​are very simple. Whoever is good to him, he is good to whom, who is not good to him, he will kill who.

The claw is the longest genetic beast with Han Lang. From today's situation, the claw is no longer an irreplaceable existence. His combat power is not as good as ghosts, and his movement and speed are not as good as silver fox.

But in Han Lang's heart, there is always the position of the claws. He is an old man. The fighting power of the claws may be replaced, but no one can replace the loyalty of this silly little monster.

This is an extremely difficult operation. There are thousands of sands in the claws of the claws. They must be removed. Because this black sand has a weird ability that affects the darkness of Han Lang and affects it. The body function of the claws.

Han Lang focused on the work at hand, carefully and tirelessly, and removed those hateful black sands, while the claws were quietly lying in the arms of Han Lang.

At this moment, he should be grateful. After all, as a synthetic beast, the probability of encountering Han Lang is very small. Although Han Lang’s temper is not good, he often kills people without words, but he finally ends up Everything is very good.

One hour and an hour in the past, Han Lang spent a lot of precious time and energy to save a genetic beast that is of little value to the network, and Han Lang is very meticulous.

The sandstorm gradually stopped, the ground turned black, surrounded by black sand, and the yellow sand was not the same, with an unexplained magic.

At this time, Han Lang’s ear heard the voice of the network.

"Do you know why I chose this battlefield? Because this is the special battlefield that only I know how to pass! You humans, although they are not dead yet, they will all die soon!"

"Welcome to the special mission of the Road of the Gods, Dune Fortress!"

Dunes Magic Fort?

Han Lang frowned slightly, looked up and looked around, as the sandstorm gradually stopped, a piece of black building and sand made up in the distance. (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net