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Staring at the ugly, but almost as tall alien in front of him, Angron stepped forward and struck with the axe.

"Crack!"

Lightning crackled and shook the air. The abnormally shaped and turbid child hole suddenly shrank, and the huge cane in his hand, which was distorted like rotten wood, was raised at the same rapid speed.

"clang--!"

There was a huge clash of gold and iron, and the ground collapsed due to the wrestling between the two, and the corpses of the soldiers were pushed far away by the aftermath. Angron grinned and took a step forward. The blade of the ax naturally slashed across the surface of the cane, hooked the cane with the lower part of the axe, and then used force suddenly.

"boom!"

The alien looked at this scene in surprise and anger. The loud noise before was the sound of his walking stick being taken away and thrown on the ground, like thunder. Just one face-to-face, it lost its weapon.

How could this be...? ! Where the hell is this person? !

However, what made it even more angry was yet to come—Angron actually slowly put down the Lightning Ax in his hand.

The jumping golden lightning that boiled like magma subsided, and the sharp ax head was embedded in the crumbling ground. He held up his hands, which were empty, and Angron waved to it.

Seeing this scene, it let out an angry roar, its face was ferocious, and the face that still had human appearance was completely occupied by anger.

However, Angron's expression was terribly calm—the next second, the alien that was still standing there rushed towards him, so fast that there was a crackling sound in the air.

With his eyes fixed, Angron swung a backhand punch, which collided with its right fist, causing a huge sound wave, and smoke and dust rose everywhere. The alien didn't stop there, but started a series of mad attacks.

Punches, kicks—even headbutts, its desire to win was unabashedly presented to Angron in its entirety.

As a warrior, the Lord of Red Sand knows that fists, feet and swords do not lie.

It really wants to win - there must be some reason why it has to win.

but......

me too.

The armor was continuously hit by the uninterrupted attacks like the sea water, and the heavy muffled sound echoed on the plain.

Frightened birds flew across the sky, chirping ominously. The sheep and deer are running fast on the grass, but the huge tree is still standing in the sky, giving this place an emotionless gaze.

During the uninterrupted attacks, the alien thought it had seized the opportunity - it took a step back suddenly, its upper body was raised high, and its raised right fist formed an exaggerated range with its upper body. However, it does much more than that.

A plan that had been forming in its mind since the loss of the weapon was now fully revealed.

Fragments of golden light spilled from the gap between its clenched right fists, and a huge warhammer condensed in an instant. Angron's eyes changed at that moment, and he couldn't help showing an excited smile. Out of the lips, like a rabid dog baring its teeth.

"Die, madman!"

It roared, and the hammer fell suddenly. Angron could feel the heart-pounding impact before it arrived, and the muscles on his face were slowly deforming due to the huge wind pressure—but.

However, he didn't take a step back.

On the contrary, Angron took advantage of him.

The hammer fell, creating a huge circular pothole on the ground, and the entire ruins in front of the level collapsed completely, and the rubble buildings and soldiers' bodies fell into the deep pit together. In this doomsday-like scene, the alien didn't show the slightest joy of winning the battle.

The long-planned blow just now failed to hit its enemy.

Its face sank like water, and it retreated abruptly without hesitation. A thick long tail protruded from the tattered cloak, and it attacked a black figure in mid-air with enormous force—if it wasn't Angron, who else could it be?

He stretched out his hands with a smirk, crimson blood entwined on them, and the boiling temperature distorted the air. With great strength and violent temperature, Angron held its tail with both hands.

At that moment, what the alien felt was a pain more painful than the chaotic horns that grew wildly on his head when he was sawed off.

It couldn't help roaring, the place where the long tail was held was completely deformed at that moment, and the boiling blood force "swallowed" its tail, and a section of the tail fell to the ground, together with it. There was also blood gushing out, like a rain curtain.

"It's finally getting interesting." Angron said with a grin. "You are a respectable opponent, if you have any hidden moves, use them quickly, otherwise, you will regret it."

"Madman..."

The alien couldn't understand what he was saying, and in its eyes, the sudden appearance of the disobedient was speaking in a language it didn't know—and in that case, there was nothing to say.

It knows that this person must not be a citizen of the Golden Tree.

Then he is a heretic.

With sharp eyes, the alien stretched out its hand, and Angron stopped where it was and let it do what it did. I thought it would be attacked, but unexpectedly, it just recalled its cane.

"Oh? It looks like it's not just a cane... How about it, do you have any new surprises for me?"

Faced with his provocative question, the alien just waved the wide tattered cloak with a sinking face. In the next second, its body scattered into countless golden light spots and disappeared in place.

Only one sentence remains.

"I swear by the name of the last king, Menggot, traitor, you will surely die."

Angron couldn't understand what it was saying, but he guessed it was some threatening words - he stood in the deep pit and yawned boredly.

I thought there would be a wonderful battle, but I didn't expect it to escape. Ha, an Alien is an Alien, and there's no glory in it.

With a light leap, he returned to the ground, stretched out his hand, and the Lightning Ax, which had flown a thousand meters away, returned to his hand. It trembled slightly, and the lightning wound up from the handle of the axe, driving away all the high-temperature steam and blood that escaped from his armor. The black armor is as bright as new again.

Raising his head, Angron stared at the huge golden tree in the sky, a feeling of hatred began to take root in his heart - the helmet's analysis system had already told him what it was from the very beginning.

In essence, this golden tree is the same existence as the evil god, even worse. They are all the same, sweetening the toxins and tricking them into swallowing them, making them rotten, depraved, monstrous.

However, at least those evil gods disdain to hide their true intentions and desires, and this similar tree...

"Humph."

A cold snort of disdain came out of his nose, the helmet surged up from his neck like waves again, covering his face, the scarlet eyepieces were lit up, and Angron left the place with a few vertical jumps—he needed a chance, Come close to this tree.

He already had a premonition that the things needed for this journey must be inseparable from that tree.

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