King of Black Mist

The news brought by the stone beast became more and more desperate.

Sometimes the Central King couldn't help but suspect that there was a communication problem between himself and the stone beast, or that the stone beast was controlled by people on earth.

Why did the beautiful and brilliant Four Seasons Star, like a flower, be ravaged by hands in just twelve days?

The night was about to pass and the sun was spreading across the land. She recalled an early morning training session with her father on horseback. Her father pointed to the sunrise in the distance and said, "My child, look, the stone beasts are washing their faces with the rays of the sun."

She raised her face, letting the sun wash her cheeks and letting the wind dry them.

May the wind and light bless you, protect me, and protect the four——

A strong force came from her arm, and the central king opened her eyes. She was pulled into the crevice of the stone, and beside her was the guard captain who was clinging to the stone wall, his body as tight as a rock.

Opposite her and the captain, on the other side of the stone gap, the court magician held the scepter tightly and silently prayed to the wind and light.

King Zhong realized something. She looked outside the cracks in the stone. The soldiers were hiding in the shadow of the roots of the gyro-shaped rock pillars. They closed their eyes tightly and looked like they couldn't breathe.

The stone beasts that washed their faces with the sun's rays shrank up one after another and turned into stone.

The roar was near.

The central king raised her face, a powerful breath came from the west, and her throat made a swallowing motion.

coming!

There was just a blast of air like a bomb, and the opponent had already passed through the sky and disappeared in the direction of the rising sun.

Dust was billowing on the ground, like a long dragon chasing Qi Blast.

"Ha ha."

The terrified gasps of the soldiers sounded in the camp, as if they were awakening from a nightmare.

King Central did not experience the battle of the fall of the royal capital. Three days before the war began, she left the royal capital on her father's order.

"That person is the Earth God who killed my father?" She looked to the east.

"Yes." The captain replied.

There were many people in the angry explosion. They didn't say whether they were male or female, they didn't say their appearance, they didn't say their age, but just by taking a look, you could tell that that person was different.

His body was covered in the smell of blood, and behind him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a suffocating sense of oppression.

Just looking at him, it felt like he had rolled around in muddy water, and the skin on his body was as tight as if the muddy water had dried naturally.

How many people were killed? Thousands? Thousands? Or hundreds of thousands? No, it's millions.

"Are you sure it's safe here?" the captain asked the magician.

"There is no problem with the barrier, but is it safe?" The magician wiped his sweat.

The central king clenched the sword in his hand and looked at the long line of smoke and dust in front of him that refused to be silent for a long time.

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"Brother, the mecha is so advanced, why not use it to find the "Crown"? "

"No matter how powerful the gun is, you can't expect to use it to order takeout. That's not what it's for. Besides, you haven't seen the "Crown" at all, and you don't know its appearance or its ingredients. "

"Oh." Li Qianxia nodded and asked, "Have you tried it?" There was doubt in her tone.

"tried."

Only then did the sister let her brother go.

After leaving autumn, they did not go straight to spring, but made a slight circle, flying from west to east close to the intersection of summer and the center.

In the few days when "general earthquakes passing by" kept triggering earthquakes, the central population lost a lot, and almost all cities were empty of people. With the help of the stone beast, the news was transmitted faster than Li Changzhou could fly.

The fugitive Central Man had two options.

First, hide in the wild stone forest in the center, lower your head like a stone beast, don't look at the sky, and attract the attention of people flying in the sky;

Second, go to other seasons.

At that time, there were Earthlings in the spring and Earthlings in the autumn. The Central People either went to winter or summer to see whether they were more tolerant of cold or heat.

After the Battle of the Central Capital, Li Changzhou went to winter and cleared some larger-scale exile troops along the way.

Now return from autumn and walk close to the intersection of summer and central, clearing out those central people who can't tolerate the heat and choose to go to summer.

They did not take action against the small team. Killing was important, and time was even more important. Today was the twelfth day. Whether they could return to their homeland, Earth, depended on their efforts in the last few days.

"There is danger ahead!" Little Carrot, who was squatting on the clouds to build a forest, suddenly shouted.

Soda Cracker put on his headphones, closed his eyes, and watched the auspicious clouds fly over, slowly following the exile team in front of him. These people turned a blind eye to the auspicious clouds in the sky.

Tens of thousands of ordinary people have become slaves at this time, and each one carries the maximum weight he can bear on his back. Only in this way can all the property of the city lord be reluctantly transported away.

"The highest combat power is 421." Xiao Wu glanced at him.

"I'll come." The fatal flame on another auspicious cloud stood up, "Mental illness, you come and help me, we will fight quickly."

"Mental illness is not a disease. They just leave their bodies to their instincts. Instincts are the strongest! Hahahaha!" As he said this, the psychiatrist jumped off the auspicious cloud like crazy. Until the end, he did not use his powers.

Therefore, when this group of refugees saw a psychiatrist running towards him with blood on his head and as excited as a lost child finally seeing his hometown, they immediately thought that he was really a lost refugee.

Then everyone who looked at him went crazy.

Li Qianxia said to Xiaoluobo, "Is it fun?"

"It's fun." Every time Yaochi summons auspicious clouds, Xiaoluobo will use the clouds to pinch the forest, over and over again.

"Where is the fun?"

"Um"

Li Qianxia waited for Xiaoluobo to answer. Xiaoluobo was thinking about it and started playing seriously again, forgetting to answer.

When Xiaoluobo leaves the forest where he grew up and enters human society, is it the same as the people on earth leaving the earth and coming to the Four Seasons Star?

"Leave your body to your instincts." Li Changzhou thought about this sentence.

Yang Qinglan casually tapped her thin shoulder with Ruyi.

The deadly flames and the mental patient returned, and the auspicious clouds continued to fly towards the spring. Li Qianxia looked back and saw that the slaves who had lost their freedom were freed forever.

In the face of death, everyone is equal, and no one can slave anyone else. Maybe.

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The tracer bullets from the anti-aircraft guns looked like a string of bright spots in the night sky.

The sound of the explosion was very far away, so even if the night sky was filled with these light spots, the world was still peaceful and quiet.

There was a burning pain in the signal light's muscles due to overuse.

"careful."

His heart skipped a beat, but both physically and mentally, he was too numb to react immediately.

"Dang! Dang!" The 'house number' of the special battle appeared next to him, and the shield was filled with arrows.

The signal lamp raised his hand, thrust out the spear in his hand, and pierced a flower that was twisting and transforming into a human form.

There is one more flower.

He turned around and saw the 'door number' raising his shield, roaring and rushing forward, roughly pressing the opponent under the shield.

The opponent is very flexible and uses his tree root-like limbs to press against the "empty space" of the shield where there are no arrows.

The signal light took a step forward, then stopped. Three, no, four arrows shot from the darkness.

He blocked two of them, then caught up and blocked one for 'House Number', and another one penetrated firmly through 'House Number''s shield-holding forearm.

The power of the arrows was terrifyingly strong, and every arrow that flew away was like catching a swinging heavy hammer with one's hand.

It's also poisonous.

The tree poison, arrows are like seeds, spreading in the body of the person hit by the arrow.

"House number!"

'House Card' put his shoulder against the shield and freed his hand to pull out the arrow. He used the arrow as a weapon and stabbed the forest man elder struggling under the shield.

The force of the struggle grew stronger in an instant, almost overturning the 'house plate', but this force immediately weakened and disappeared.

"Your arm." The signal light squatted beside the panting 'house sign'.

He could feel the forest elders, whose bodies and spirits had become numb and sluggish due to the battle, staring at his back.

Crazy stressful.

The signal light pulled out the dagger and cut off the right arm of the 'house number'. Blood spurted out and the palm and forearm fell to the ground.

From the section of his arm, he grabbed three tree roots that were trying to drill in and pulled them out fiercely.

A flower deformed behind the signal light, and the bow and arrow were aimed at them. The 'house sign''s eyes, bloodshot from pain, stared at the arrow, filled with madness and violence.

The flower canceled its transformation, and the forest elders gave up the attack. Until now, there were only four of them left in the battle. "Spring" was still in the opponent's hands. They could not die and must win.

Get the artifact back!

The moonlight is very bright tonight. No matter what color the flowers are during the day, they are all dyed silver at this time.

The night wind blows like waves of moonlight.

Every flower looked at the two.

The signal light threw away the snake-like twisted tree root and reached for his pocket. Halfway through, he remembered that he had already taken all the medicine.

He reached out to hold the 'house sign': "Can you still move?"

The left hand with the door number intact pushed him away.

"Let's go!" His voice still contained the pain of a broken arm.

The signal light felt something in his hand, something ball-shaped.

"Run." The voice from the house sign became calmer, breathing slightly, "Leave this place to me."

"How can I walk alone?!" Even if his brain was numb, the traffic light still knew this.

"I tried my best to hold them back."

"You don't even know where they are!"

Door Card picked up his right palm and threw it out. Yizhi Hua twisted his waist to avoid it.

"Let's go." He didn't look at the door sign and stared at the signal light. "If you run fast enough, you can still bring someone to rescue me in time."

His intact left hand raised the shield again.

"Okay, wait until I come back!"

The two stood up at the same time. The signal light stood up, but there was no house sign. He turned his head and saw a tree root-like object twisting under the skin on the house sign's neck.

There's another one!

There is only one, which can only immobilize a person, but cannot be fatal.

"Leave me alone! Let's go!" Doorman roared in pain.

In the sea of ​​flowers, four flowers transformed at the same time, and four arrows were aimed at them.

"Dang! Dang!" After shooting away two arrows, the signal light staggered and his arms were numb.

The force coming from the arrow has become much smaller. Now he still has even one-tenth of his strength, and he can

It was these weak arrows that pushed all the air out of his lungs and almost caused him to fall.

The other two arrows leave the bowstring.

Menchi struggled to swing his shield and used his body weight to knock down the two arrows.

"Run." He completely froze there, without a trace of fear in his voice.

The signal light glanced at the 'house number' that could no longer move.

He kept running for the next four hours.

The two sides are like a wolf and a man who are extremely hungry. Whoever falls first will become the other's food.

The battlefield was not far away. Although the tracer bullets from the anti-aircraft guns were gone, the fierce sound of gunfire could be heard.

Once there, the mission is accomplished.

Stay alive, return to Earth, and continue taking pictures of traffic lights.

The four forest elders could no longer draw their bows. They held the arrows in their hands as daggers and followed him.

The signal light slowly slid the spear across his face, and the pain nerves responded numbly. He became more awake. The other party would not let him go on this last stretch of the road.

The forest men gathered around.

Semaphore tightened his grip on the bloody spear in his hand.

"Haha." They gasped and looked at each other.

Semaphore has no anger, no fear;

The forest man has not and does not have anger, hatred, resentment;

They are indifferent and don't care, and only one of them can leave here alive.

"Kill!" The forest man rushed forward.

At exactly this moment, the sun on the thirteenth day crept above the horizon.

The dew was splashing, and the signal lamp thought about how many of the other parties he could fight to kill. Two? one? Maybe none of them can do it.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Four gunshots rang out, and the forest man exploded into sawdust. Wearing a black sports vest and a short skirt of the same color, with a dark red scarf wrapped around his neck, 'Aman' was holding a pair of technological guns with only a small section of the energy tank left, standing on the edge of a tree. On the branches.

‘Hip-hop Girl’, ‘Fire Phoenix’, and ‘Childhood Village’ stood on other branches.

They were covered in blood, their clothes were in tatters, and their tired eyes looked at the traffic lights in front of them.

"Where are the others?" Aman asked the signal light, his voice hoarse.

"."

Aman looked behind the traffic light. The door sign was lying on his back, his right hand was cut off at the forearm, and the snake-like creature was swimming on his skin.

"What happened to him?" Aman asked.

"Semaphore?"

"traffic light?!"

The signal light fell straight to the ground, holding the house sign with his left hand, holding "Haru" tightly, and the blood stuck the weapon to his right hand.

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Semaphore opened his eyes and found himself lying in the infirmary of the marching tent. This is equipment for the special operations bureau. When unfolded, it becomes a small base.

There was a clicking sound like an apple being bitten.

"woke up?"

He looked over and saw that the door sign was biting an overly regular cylindrical fruit - very much like a thermos cup. He was lying on another hospital bed with a medical bandage on his broken right arm.

Noticing the look in his eyes, Menda raised his right arm and said, "When I go back, I can have someone help me grow it."

The signal head was still a little dizzy and didn't speak.

"Thank you." The door sign said again.

"How is the situation? How many days are you up?" The signal light regained consciousness a little.

"It's noon on the thirteenth day, just after lunch time." The doorman bit down on the fruit, picked up another one from the plate with his left hand and threw it to him.

The signal light caught it, and the fruit was about the size of a fist, with toad-like bumps on the surface. It looked disgusting, but it tasted delicious.

The doorman took the fruit from his mouth and took another bite:

"Everyone will make peace. There are 28 left. The only one with no casualties is Li Changzhou's group. Even the dwarf marmosets that were not included in the statistics before survived."

79, no, counting the dwarf marmosets, there were a total of eighty players, and now there were only 28 left. Thirteen days of heavy losses.

"Where's the crown? Is there any news?" the signal light asked again.

"A piece of news that's not really news." He threw away the core from the door sign and picked the pulp between his teeth with his left hand. "The 'Scout' found the daughter of the Central King, but he's not sure if the crown is in her hands."

The signal light stood up and was about to walk out of the tent.

"I advise you not to go out."

The signal light has already touched the curtain with one hand. The sound insulation effect of the tent is very good. Even if you stand next to the curtain, you can't hear anything going on outside.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

The man with his left hand rested behind his head, looking like he had eaten and drank enough to get ready for bed, and said, "Who do you think is suitable to wear the crown?"

"Does it matter?"

"More important than your life, my life, everyone's life."

"Civil unrest?"

"Bah!" The door sign spat out the fruit between his teeth.

".What did I narrowly escape death for yesterday?"

"At least we two survived."

The signal lamp sat back on the hospital bed, his eyes dull, and he took a bite of the fruit in his hand. The fruit actually overflowed with white pulp like a toad.