How come this main god space is filled with stitching monsters!

The black flames continued to burn the rock formations, and the hard rock formations quickly softened under the burning of the black fire. Then Negative Zha pulled out his hands, and a passage was formed.

"So why can't we just rush out?"

"Are you a fool? According to you, it must collapse!"

"Fuck! What is this!"

Zha Zha, who was acting as a shield machine, suddenly stopped. An object like a dragon's wing appeared in front of him. It was so strong that even the black fire could not easily damage it.

Xiao Honglu, who was hiding on his back, poked his head out, took a quick glance, and then said, "I don't know, dig them all out and take a look."

"Good!"

The flames burned and melted the rock formations. With Ning Zha's efforts, the surrounding rocks were quickly cleared. The unknown object blocking Ning Zha's path revealed his full appearance - a middle-aged man wearing a windbreaker with two wings on his back. Statue of a man with long hair.

"What the hell? It's so ugly."

After negative Zha saw the statue, his first words were to complain about its appearance.

"There is too little information to analyze. Let's look for it again. If I guess correctly, there shouldn't be only one statue of this kind."

"Why?"

"Intuition, trust me."

Xiao Honglu turned his head away from looking at Zhe Zha's face.

"It's true, you won't lie to me, right?"

"Why would I lie to you in a place like this? This kind of statue is related to some conspiracy at first glance. So shouldn't it be an attempt to have more than one statue of this kind?"

"No, I'm talking about your intuition."

“Go, go, go, go”

The angry Xiao Honglu punched Ning Zha on the shoulder. Although it had no power, Ning Zha, who felt Xiao Honglu's anger and embarrassment, still chose to continue working honestly.

The Nega Zha shield machine was operating at full capacity, and a passage began to spread from the underground world, first upward, and then Nega Zha automatically found a way to dig according to its own instincts.

I don't know how much time passed, but just when Xiao Honglu was about to fall asleep, a strong air flow poured into the passage, blowing Xiao Honglu's hair flying around.

Tongda, got through!

"What, what is this place?"

Looking around, countless giant machines stand here, with metal pipes inserted into the ground, leading directly to the underground world.

This is the real concrete jungle!

"Where have we come?"

"A real mine."

Before Xiao Honglu could take a closer look at the attached machine, a sharp alarm sounded instantly throughout the mine!

"Yes, it really doesn't let people relax." Xiao Honglu jumped off Ning Zha's back smoothly and ran away into the passage without looking back. At the same time, he did not forget to shout: "Go ahead, just decide." It’s you—Negazha!”

The next second, flames surged into the sky.

At the same time, as the buried statues were unearthed, the hate beasts in the underground world became more and more violent.

Several hate beasts with backs and wings spread their wings and hung upside down on the rock wall. Dozens of huge claws continued to destroy the stability of the rock wall. Unfortunately, their rebellion was suppressed immediately.

A huge eight-headed snake suddenly appeared, and the faintly beating flames in its sixteen eyes confirmed its identity - the undead Yamata no Orochi!

In front of this truly legendary undead puppet, the Hatred Beast was not even qualified to fight. Size is the difference between victory and defeat, but not always. In the battle of extraordinary beings, energy and rank are more important, unless the system's advantages are too huge.

Obviously, the size of the hate beasts is not enough to allow them to ignore the gap between legends and under-legends.

How Yamata no Orochi died at the hands of Ra is not known by the Nakasu team, because there is no need to know. They are more curious about how Ra came up with the shocking operation of catching Japanese locusts and pole dancing at the celebration banquet.

Electricity, fire, wind, earth, poison, ice, metal, wood.

Eight heads, eight attributes, and eight spell turrets that were looked down upon by Chu Hao, the T6-level wise man of the infinite multiverse, were showing their power at this moment. The plasma was enough to instantly melt the body of a hateful beast, and the power of the fireball was enough to destroy everything hundreds of meters away. It was completely destroyed, the storm swept across, and the sky was filled with yellow sand.

We cannot prove whether the magic turret is really as useless as Chu Hao said. But judging from the fact that any two of the eight turrets can output uninterrupted firepower and can easily suppress a group of hate beasts that can match the combat power of a modern division - the magic turret is at least better than Chu Hao.

Perhaps this is the state that the Indian team captain Shiva Gantian can reach after his A-level exchange object evolves into a complete form, and then can be reached after a certain degree of careful cultivation. In terms of expression alone, it does not fall into the A-level exchange name. Head, I just understand the time required.

The shock caused by the aftermath of the battle was quickly transmitted back to the surface, and was locked by the detection instruments in the mecha ground.

The mecha ground's alarm sounded again, and the instrument data was instantly fed back to the combat command room and General Pennyworth's wrist terminal.

"It seems that I underestimated you, Van Helsing." Pennyworth looked at the already functioning Demon Hunter base and couldn't help but sigh: "The girl who once had to hide behind her parents has now grown into an Avenger. The master of one of the six core meridians.”

"Call me by my name, Uncle Pennyworth." At this time, Van Helsing no longer showed the strength she showed in front of outsiders. For her, Pennyworth was one of the few relatives she had.

"Wayne, no one has called you that for a long time, right?"

"Um"

"What are your plans next?"

"revenge!"

Listening to Vayne's gritted teeth, words filled with murderous intent and hatred, Pennyworth silently took a sip of the drink in front of him, and then promised in simple language: "As long as it does not affect the fight against monsters, I will provide Giving you all the support I can. Anything but revenge."

"But we are the Avengers."

"But the real Avengers are dead, and the remaining ones live for their own goals."

The atmosphere fell into a strange awkwardness for a moment. Vayne Van Helsing was not a talkative person, and Pennyworth, as a commander, rarely spoke when it was not necessary.

"I'm leaving." Pennyworth stood up, showing his capable military image: "You are fine now, I am relieved."

"Um."

"The soldier beside you named Cheng Xiao is very good. You can focus on training him."

The moment Cheng Xiao was mentioned, Wei En's expression clearly flashed. And even this slight difference was noticed by the eyes hidden under the sunglasses.

Pennyworth left without looking back, leaving only an inaudible sigh.

Pennyworth knew that he and Vayne were no longer the uncle-nephew relationship they once were, and their meeting today was not a simple reminiscence of old times, but a meeting between two leaders of the Six Avengers.

The Demon Hunters and Steel are, after all, two different organizations. The Avengers fell apart five hundred years ago. Now there are only four different organizations scattered. Although they are still related to each other, they are essentially contrary to the goals of the founders back then. Even the most radical ones Demon hunters are more motivated by personal vendettas.

The moment he walked out of the Demon Hunter's base, Pennyworth's communicator rang almost at the same time.

"I'm Pennyworth. Okay, I understand."