Reincarnation Paradise

The next morning, at eight o'clock in the morning, it was a beautiful and sunny day on the Redeemer Heights.

Click click…

There was a very discordant sound of a crossbow being cocked, loading, aiming, and getting ready.

collapse!

A nearly three-meter-long crossbow arrow that looked like a missile was shot out. Looking at the crossbow arrow that was flying away gradually, Su Xiao said it was a lie if he said he didn't feel bad. One Apollo = 100,000 paradise coins + soul crystal (medium) × 1 +1000 mana.

The crossbow arrow shot through the air, breaking through layers of air waves in mid-air. This time, the target was the mountains in the central area. There were a large number of assimilated people in these hollow mountains.

After flying nearly three kilometers, the momentum of the crossbow slowed down, and the tip of the arrow gradually deflected downwards, finally piercing a mountain wall.

There was a crisp sound, and a large hole was punched out of the mountain wall. The interior was dark. In this darkness, the crisp sound of metal impact came.

A flash of orange fire tore through the darkness. Around the area it illuminated, numb and sluggish faces appeared. The pale vertical pupils that occasionally jumped were even more terrifying.

The fire became more intense, changing from orange to blue, and finally to white. All of this happened in just an instant.

The sun's flames spread within the mountain, and the tens of thousands of assimilated people here were instantly burned into a gaseous state and reduced to nothing.

Boom!

A fireball with a diameter of at least two kilometers swallowed up a mountain range. The scene was extremely spectacular. This scene was seen by many residents of the Redeemer Heights. They were no longer as dull or frightened as they were yesterday. After all, they had seen it once.

The central area, the soul altar.

With a snap, the pottery bowl in Saint Zhajia's hand fell to the ground, and the chopped soul vines could be vaguely seen inside.

Saint Zhajia opened and closed his mouth several times. Although the explosion was not his ancestral grave this time, it was his 'barracks', and the assimilated people inside were his strength.

"Demon Clan. Feather Clan, you are bullying others too much..."

Brother Shengzhajia was trembling with anger. He had never been as angry as he is now since he was born. He was not afraid of strong enemies, but this kind of attack that he didn't know where it came from made him helpless.

At the edge of the central area, Su Xiao stood on the tree crown, observing the situation near the explosion point through a telescope.

Judging from the current situation, the central area is very dangerous. Entering rashly is tantamount to seeking death, so Su Xiao simply does not go in. There are still more than ten days left in the mission. He throws an Apollo there every day. He does not believe the leader of the ancestors, Saint Zhajia. Can keep shrinking.

After some observation, Su Xiao took Bubu Wang and Lilith back to their residence.

Early the next morning, the sleepy Bubo Wang squatted on a huge rock, his little eyes seemed to say: "Master, let's do this... It's not good, my conscience felt a little painful last night."

"Then you're going to steal the Ash Bud?"

"Wow! (I support you if you blow him up)"

Bu Bu Wang's expression was firm and his words were righteous.

Different location, same launcher, same Apollo, the victim is still the assimilation person. With the power of Apollo, maybe more than 90% of the assimilation person will be killed by Su Xiao within a few times.

The sun sets and white fire rises into the sky. This seems to have become a must-have program every morning in Redeemer Heights. Civilians have begun to get used to it. Some people even pray to the 'sun'.

On the altar of souls.

Click, click, click...

Sheng Zhajia's teeth were almost broken. Yesterday, he turned over his territory, but found nothing. And this morning, his territory was bombed again. This is the third time, the third time. Second-rate!

Sheng Zhajia had observed many explosion sites and determined that they were not high-tech weapons, but mysterious explosives, probably alchemical products.

At first, Shengzhajia suspected that this matter was done by the Kurosawa forces, and then he suspected the Demon Clan or the Feather Clan. However, after thinking about it, he found that none of these suspicions made sense.

The most depressing thing in the world is not being defeated, but being slapped hard in the mouth, and you still don’t know who slapped you. What’s even more crazy is that this kind of slap comes once a day, which is even more punctual than breakfast. on time.

Sheng Zhajia's side exploded in frustration, and Su Xiao's side was also in a bad mood. The opponent was too tolerant. After three consecutive days of attacks, the opponent did not even send an assimilation person. This kind of mutual disapproval Without the opponent's game, it's impossible to say who wins and who loses, but Sheng Zhajia's losses are more severe.

There is an old saying that only three things can happen. However, the next day, the fourth Apollo exploded in the central area.

Boom!

After the ground shook for a while, Sheng Zhajia, who looked extremely ugly, appeared near the explosion point. Looking at the blazing white flames in front of him, his heart actually calmed down, because he was a little used to being bombed.

Si, Si, Si...

Walking barefoot on the hot ground, Saint Zaka is like a lion in its prime, fierce, strong and unstoppable.

However, this male lion is now a little confused. For example, who is bombing me? What is the other party’s purpose? Doubts such as why the attack location was so precise appeared in Shengzhajia's mind one after another.

"Is this... forcing me to leave here?"

Sheng Zhajia murmured to himself, and at this moment, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"who!"

The blood vessels on Sheng Zhajia's arms were surging. Looking at it, these blood vessels were clearly about to burst out of his body.

"Shengzhajia, it looks like you need a commission."

A man wearing Asaka's black robe and a white alloy mask appeared.

"People from Asaka?"

Saint Zhajia's expression relaxed a little. Although the ancestor and Asaka had no friendship, they were neighbors after all, and they had no grudges against each other.

"Seeing that you were bombed so badly, as a neighbor, if you are willing to pay me, I will help you find out who the murderer is."

The person negotiating with Sheng Zhajia at this time was none other than Su Xiao. He didn't want to waste time with the other party, so he came near the explosion point.

"Do you know who did it?"

Sheng Zhajia's brows were furrowed, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"It's not clear yet, but Asaka never lacks intelligence channels."

"..."

Saint Zaka was silent. To be honest, he did want to hire Asaka to help him find out the situation, but for some reason, he always felt that the guy in front of him was suspicious.

"Not interested in."

"Really, forget it."

Su Xiao turned around and left without hesitation, as if he just came to try his luck to see if he could catch a killer.

"etc."

"..."

"What payment do you need?"

"As a reward, the soul fruit is pretty good."

"Hmph, if you want it, the soul fruit will mature in five days, and that thing has no other use except to destroy it."

Obviously, Sheng Zhajia already knows that he cannot keep this soul fruit. If it is more extreme, he may even destroy the soul vine. The reason why he did not do this is just because neither the Demon Clan nor the Feather Clan will do anything. Sheng Zhajia Jia can actually get a lot of benefits after the soul fruit matures.