I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Those fools didn't even test out what his abilities were, and they just walked up there, as if they were on the execution ground." Faqi Parker looked at the killings taking place in the Champ de Mars with his binoculars, and his expression was a bit grim. dignified.

He knew that if the natives couldn't delay enough, it would be their turn.

But Faqi Parker did not have the confidence to confront a superhuman like Tang Ji. Tang Ji was not the first Seven Deadly Sins level superhuman they had hunted. These people knew what monster they were fighting against.

"Your ability is not suitable for frontal combat. The real danger is me." Hamad Huntings put the ventilator mask on his face, while speaking, he was doing deep squats while carrying a jeep.

In fact, Hamed's ability is very similar to the diligence in the Seven Virtues team. This body can continuously strengthen itself through exercise.

Of course, the upper and lower limits of both parties are far from the starting threshold. Hamed's ability is called "Mr. Perfect Muscles", and the entire ability is focused on bodybuilding and muscles.

Counting the last few times that Hamed has used this body, it has been more than two years. During this period, he has been exercising and growing muscles. However, so far, he has only improved the body's native ability to LV2.

This is a painful and long process, because as early as the mid-LV1 stage, Hamed's weight was close to 300 kilograms, and his body fat rate was less than 4%.

At that stage, Hamed faced the problem of insufficient bone strength and insufficient blood supply every day when he was exercising at high intensity beyond his limits.

Internal bleeding and broken bones were normal. Fortunately, [Cancer Recovery] helped him survive that period. He advanced to LV2. In addition to his muscles, his bones were also strengthened.

But the problem of visceral failure has become more serious. Now Hamed's weight has soared to 350 kilograms. He is 2.85 meters tall and has a body fat rate of 3.2%. Sitting there, he looks like Hercules is alive.

Those naturalized people who met him secretly nicknamed Hamed the Oxygen Tank Warrior.

Faqi Parker can understand the caution of the old guys, and the pioneers also have selfish motives. In addition to completing tasks and advancing nodes to get fixed income from their hard work here, because of the particularity of this world, selling high-level bodies to players is absolutely It is a considerable income.

In order to acquire this body with considerable growth potential, they almost spent all their money.

But the world is changing too fast. The last version seemed to have the potential to be a king, but now the version here has been reduced to a marginal figure.

Even if Hamed can continue to advance and solve the problem of organ output capacity not keeping up with physical strength, it will be nothing more than a struggle.

The types and intensity of abilities of those newly awakened superhumans made the pioneers ecstatic, as if their own melon fields were becoming increasingly mature.

Just like the Spear of Avalon, in terms of ability build, its strength and interest are much stronger than Hamed's current body.

The disadvantage is that some melons grow too vigorously and are likely to become sperm, which will backfire on the melon farmers, such as Tang Ji.

Hamed Huntings put on his own special suit, nodded with the somewhat unreal Fazi beside him, and walked towards the Champ de Mars under the pressure of Aslan.

Of course, Aslan didn't just let his men die without making other preparations. He made more than a dozen phone calls and turned the influence of the naturalized people into a tangible force.

Above Hamed's head, two R90 large striker drones streaked across the sky. They belong to the military and are truly modern weapons-carrying platforms. The firearms in the hands of law enforcement officers are like a joke compared to them.

Unlike those high-altitude, high-speed fighter jets and drones developed to seize air supremacy, the imaginary enemies of striker drones are always enemies on the ground.

Each R90 Striker is equipped with two Mauser BK-32 aerial cannons, which use 20MM caliber fragile armor-piercing projectiles to cause damage to targets. In addition, there are modular weapon slots that can add or remove weapon modules at any time.

Given the historical value of the Eiffel Tower and the pressure of bombing its homeland with warplanes broadcast live around the world, the military had not originally planned to send drones to strike before the tactical team carried out the attack.

But now, due to some external pressure, the commander-in-chief has specially approved the authorization of these two drones.

Although it does not have a powerful weapon module installed, its inherent aerial cannon is by no means something that a human body can withstand.

The R90 striker swept through the streets at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour. Before entering the Champ de Mars, it dived in an arc from left to right and entered the attack route. The integrated detection and attack system instantly locked onto Tang Ji and calculated the optimal strike plan!

The two fire snakes intertwined in an instant, and the 20MM-caliber fragile armor-piercing bullet caused a white mist to splash on the marble floor in an instant!

No one could survive this kind of fire! nobody! At this moment, countless people are looking forward to the scene after the fire attack!

However, at this time, Tang Ji heard Alia's confident voice in his ears: "Just stand here and don't move! I just modified the logic algorithms of these two drones, they can't hit you!"

Tang Ji believed Aaliya and stood calmly on the spot. Countless marble fragments were torn to pieces and splashed into the air, hitting his dragon scale armor with a crackling sound.

The R90 attackers passed by each other, leaving an ugly figure-8 trajectory on the ground, but Tang Ji stood in the center of one of the circles, not moving a step.

"What's going on?" The commander-in-chief of the Elysee Palace looked at the military representatives with some confusion. Is this the secret weapon that they have refused to use over and over again?

"Don't ask me, I don't know either. This is a technical staff problem. I'm only responsible for giving orders. Under normal circumstances, they should beat that damn terrorist to a pulp." The military representative shrugged. As if it had nothing to do with him.

Yes, this should be the case under normal circumstances, but this is an abnormal situation. When the two drones circled over Paris and returned again to find the attack route, Aaliyah had already completed the takeover of all authority.

So, in the blink of an eye, Ethan had two more big toys, and he excitedly controlled the drone to make a circle and rise in front of the burning iron tower, like two cranes, much more agile than before.

"Well, the latest news is that we lost control of those two drones." The military representative finally succeeded this time. He blinked and looked at his commander, and said very gentlemanly: "General Commander, I now recommend that we immediately take refuge in the palace bunker."

"Because those two drones have your special authorization, strictly speaking, the entire Paris and the Elysee Palace are undefended against them until we complete the air defense signal recognition update." The military representative brought his own drone. The beret looked stern, but he emphasized the words "special authorization" when he spoke.

The Commander-in-Chief's face turned black and white.

After showing off his skills, Ethan sent the footage captured by another drone to Tang Ji: "Boss, I found a big guy. Can I say hello to him first?"

In the picture, it was Hamed Huntington. At this time, he was wearing a heavy-duty exoskeleton and looked like an 'Iron Overlord'. He was transported to the outside of the cordon by an open truck.

The law enforcers there tacitly opened the guardrail and pretended not to see the big guy three meters tall.

Before Tang Ji could answer, the two R90s suddenly turned around and dived in the direction of Iron Overlord, and then...

It crashed straight to the ground.

"Damn it! Someone hacked in again! The drones made by the Gauls are like public toilets, hackers can come whenever they want!" Ethan shouted with some grief and anger after losing two big toys.

"Huh!" Aaliyah snorted to show her dissatisfaction, but she couldn't care less about small talk now.

The Sword of Damocles of the Pioneers has been swung down, and they are clashing with Arya in cyberspace.

"I'm going offline!" Alia was obviously at a disadvantage, and she only had time to say: "Their calculations are much greater than mine."

Click, the communication channel suddenly became quiet, as if it was not just Aria who was offline, but the entire world.

"." Along with a burst of static noise, a somewhat familiar voice to Tang Ji appeared in his ear: "I know you have been looking for us, and now we finally have the opportunity to talk face to face."

"You made a declaration of war, but I haven't seen a bastard from Losas yet." Tang Ji did not throw away the communication equipment, but just took out the skull necklace from his arms, shook it in front of the microphone, and let them Making a crashing noise: "I can't wait to party with you."

"Do you think you can really take revenge on us? I know that you already know us very well. You should respect us, just like those naturalized people." The voice said slowly: "You are challenging the rules of nature. , the modern history of this world was shaped by us.”

"The way you talk incessantly reminds me of Michael V. Michael." Tang Ji's words made the voice on the other side suddenly stunned. He could hear the other person's teeth clashing through the lousy radio equipment of the communicator. the sound of.

"Is that his name? Haha, it seems he didn't lie. I burned him to death. I tortured him severely before he died. I am very satisfied with his ending." Tang Ji's sneer made the other party remain silent: "And who else? I don't like remembering dead people's names, except yours."

"Isa Boone, Jon Eddie, Ronai Brick, they died very happily, which is the only mercy I have for you." Tang Ji listened to the rapid breathing on the other side, and the corners of his mouth outlined He gave a smile: "Oh, by the way, there is also a rookie named Stephen Winter. He was thrown into this world before you guys returned. He was thrown on my plate. I ate him alive, but I guess You may not have heard of the name.”

"I have a few more names I can read to you, Audie Galvin. I smashed his head. The scene was ugly, but I believe it didn't hurt at all." Every time Tang Ji said a name, he would take out his name. The corresponding skull looks like the dead man is standing in front of him.

"Ladson Jordan, I don't have much impression of him. He couldn't see his face clearly when he died. I'm so sorry." Tang Ji's smile was even brighter: "Flan Rose, a beautiful name. Before she died, She begged me not to shoot, I guess she is still new to your place? What a shame."

"That's enough!" The voice finally responded, which made Tang Ji even more satisfied.

"You see, I know you better than you think." Tang Ji's voice was like a devil bewitching the world, low and hoarse: "Now, I want to know, who did you send to die today? I like to open gifts in advance."

"You will pay for what you have done." The voice tried hard to suppress his anger, but the person he was talking to was the embodiment of rage. Even a trace of it was so dazzling to Tang Ji. .

At this moment, he seemed to have crossed mountains and seas, space and distance, and saw the man who was talking to him on the phone.

"I saw you and remember your anger, because this is all I have left. I will be your nightmare, chasing you during the day and searching for you in the darkness at night, until one day I kill you all." Tang Ji stretched out his hand and squeezed it hard, as if crushing something, causing Diligent on the other end of the communicator to let out a painful wail.

"I've seen you Qinyi, I know where you are, wait for me, wait for me to find you!" Tang Ji laughed wildly, but the person on the other side of the communicator had hung up the call in fear. .

"What happened?" Aslan's new assistant stared at him uneasily. They all heard Tang Ji's words. At this time, the fear in his heart was no less than Aslan's.

Tang Ji's words have confirmed all the rumors about him. He can indeed kill players. Not only that, he even knows the true identity of the deceased!

This is different from what they had speculated before!

"Shut up! Don't tell anyone what you just heard, understand!" Aslan covered his chest. He also didn't know what Tang Ji did at the last moment, but he obviously launched a super long-range attack on himself.

What is that ability? When did that law enforcer Tang have such ability? And those names and things he said, all of which made Aslan suddenly feel more stressed.

He even had a little fear of the world!

The new assistant kept silent, but his slightly trembling hands still revealed his nervousness. For pioneers like them, death in other worlds has become a common occurrence, but can they break through the death penalty of the three major committees and trace it back to the main world?

That's another story.

Aslan dialed Wen-Dennis Quint's number, but the person who answered the phone was Mrs. Generosity. She just said indifferently that she would continue to implement the plan, leaving Aslan and his assistant looking at each other.

At this time, Tang Ji had already seen his big gift - Hamed Huntington.

"You are from Losas." Tang Ji said with certainty, pointing to the open space in front of him: "I allow you to come in front of me, stand here, and die on this land that is named the God of War. .”

"Today, someone is going to fill this place with blood and corpses!" Tang Ji's bloodthirsty expression was distorted and magnified countless times by the flames of hatred. It was projected on the burning iron tower behind him, forming a ferocious face hundreds of meters high. .