My Doomsday Territory Chapter 563
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Chapter 563: 563
Earth, South America, somewhere .
Huh ~
The originally clear sky was instantly dim, heavy clouds gathered, and the wind was gusts .
Bang!
There was a bang and a thunderous lightning .
On the thick clouds, huge vortices appeared, gradually protruding downward, like an hourglass .
Constantly stretched .
It is not just the clouds that are distorted, it is the space .
At a level invisible to the naked eye, the world barrier is like a thick, insurmountable wall, but at this time, someone used a slender gun to make a small hole in this wall .
Although small, it connects the inside and outside of the city wall .
Bang!
There was another blast, and the red mist was growing around, getting thicker .
The red mist shrank suddenly and clicked like a mirror crack .
puff–
A funnel-like cloud exploded, and a giant monster with a length of several kilometers rushed out of the lead gray cloud .
“Roar!”
The sound was roaring, as if the high explosive bomb was detonated, and the air was shaking in circles .
The survivors, dozens of kilometers away, could hear clearly .
His face turned pale .
on the ground,
The dark red markings continued to spread .
The cracks in the abyss, after the barriers of the world were penetrated, were firmly rooted on the earth and sucked at the origin .
At the center is a crack in the abyss that is more than a kilometer in length, such as a mouth wide open by a monster of terror .
The catastrophic demonized beast, which is tens of meters in size, is huge, but it looks small in front of the crack of the abyss in the kilometers .
Head after head, crawling out of the crack .
In just a few minutes, hundreds of huge catastrophic monsters appeared .
There are also several heads with body heights of more than 100 meters, and their combat power is comparable to, and even surpasses the extraordinary and extraordinary demonized beasts .
They came, roared, and ran everywhere .
The abnormal shape of the sky has been restored, leaving only red mist to obscure the sky .
A giant kilometer-long giant hovered in the air .
It looks like a snake, with a long body and a width of dozens of meters . The side of a giant snake-like demonized beast has a pair of huge wings shaped like bats, from the snake head to the snake tail .
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Hundreds of wings flipped up and down, and the gusty airflow caused hurricanes to affect hundreds of miles .
If it weren’t in the air, it would look like a cricket, very cricket .
This is the essence of the “Devil” war weapon .
A false holy order . . . or a world-class demonized beast!
With just one head, one world can be destroyed .
and,
After suffering a loss, the elite who came to the origin star this time is the elite of the “Devil” tribe . The ordinary people are comparable to the genius of the tribe, and the elite of the devil tribe can be at the same level . Crushing thousands of people .
The devil’s messenger stood on the head of the snake . His face was long and narrow, his eyes narrowed like a poisonous snake, a thick tail fluttered and his end was like a syringe, which made people cold .
“Stars of origin? Human saints? All are past tense . “
He looked at the world-class demonized beast under his feet, a cruel smile twitching the corner of his mouth .
World-class demonized beasts are also classified .
The weak can only be compared to the middle-upper-level field-level strong, and the perfect one is enough to directly confront the holy order, the real holy order!
There are thousands of races, thousands of planets and worlds in the endless world, many of them have failed to give birth to the Holy Order Power . The domain power is already considered to be a party overlord, and the Holy Order can physically travel the universe, shuttle the void, and immortal life . . . Fairy-like figures .
Even the glorious origin star, Shengjie, is also an absolute high level .
However, the “Devil’s Clan” artificially creates sacred-level combat power . Not to mention the master who is invincible in the endless world, the war weapons made by the “Devil’s Clan” just chill the hearts of many races .
The devil’s messenger Mo Kewei squinted,
The world-class demonized beast that came last time is just an ordinary grade . It was originally foolproof, but never thought that it would all be lost with a resurrected saint’s body .
And this time, the hundred-winged devil emperor is also considered as the best among the world-class demonized beasts .
The holy city of humankind has collapsed, and no more holy body of recovery will appear .
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Other races?
Mo Ke didn’t care .
The origin stars used to be very strong, but nowadays, most of them are not only inherited, but the strong ones are faults .
As a “Devil” clan, his intelligence is very detailed .
The strongest is the extraordinary first order, or the extraordinary second order just broke through?
It is less than a year since the origin of the origin star gas has recovered . It is not easy to break through to the extraordinary from the beginning, no matter how strong it is? Where can I go?
The strong are accumulated by time!
“Roar!”
Devil stood on the head of the snake, holding both hands .
The Hundred Wings Snake Emperor flipped up and down hundreds of pairs of wings, and the long body shuttled through the clouds .
It lowered its altitude, burst out of the clouds, and flew wantonly .
suddenly,
The winged devil emperor’s mouth widened, and the blazing black inflammation condensed in his mouth and exhaled .
The pillar of Heiyan, which is tens of meters wide, descended from the sky, and the earth turned into a sea of fire . Heiyan was burned immediately, and it was burned out, regardless of the vegetation, buildings, mountains and rivers .
In South America, a large gathering place of tens of thousands of people, under the black flames, even without struggling, it turned into a gray fly .
After a while,
For dozens of miles, the ground seemed to have been thrown away for more than ten meters, and it had turned into a dead zone . Only the unknown black matter that had condensed after burning was left .
If anyone saw it, they would be terrified . Unfortunately, under the dark flames of the sky, there was no awakened person to survive .
. . .
Green shade,
Tang Yu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked into the distance .
A few minutes passed, and in his perception, the world barriers shook violently and had subsided .
Combining the information that had been tortured from the mouths of aliens before, Tang Yu guessed that the “Devil Clan” might come again .
Think of the horrified demonized beast that appeared in the holy city and played against the revival of the sacred body, which nearly collapsed the sanctuary . Today, he also has a scalp .
It’s unclear whether Elaine Nancy and others can match?
He has ordered Luo Zhe to put the territory into a state of first-level readiness and let the intelligence department take action-he can only perceive the general direction of the breaking of the world barriers, but he does not know the specific place, let alone the existence .
Elaine, Nancy and others didn’t notice it .
In the end, they are just extraordinary second-order .
He himself, if the world tree and territory are already bound together, it is difficult to detect the fluctuations in distant places .
But that’s all .
“We must make preparations with both hands, find out the enemy’s strength, and formulate an annihilation countermeasure . If we are not capable of the enemy . . . “
No longer willing to give up the territory .
The Ainuo continent could not go . These days, they also explored two other unknown worlds .
The danger is not great, not a planet discovered by the “Devil’s Clan . . . ” It is just a lack of resources and low development value .
Tang Yu pondered .
. . .
South America ~ www . novelhall . com ~ In just two minutes, almost a third of the area has become a piece of scorched earth .
Xu was disadvantaged by the previous messenger, and Mo Ke, the second messenger, was more cautious . He had already convened more than a dozen aliens, and there were more strong aliens coming from all over the world .
at the same time,
On the Pacific Ocean,
The royal family saw a foreign stronghold . This time, Gullit did not intend to perish alone, but convened several extraordinary royals and some extraordinary people who had just joined the dynasty . The men are extraordinary .
Improve your prestige .
After Gullit broke through to the second level of transcendence, although he showed a lot of power, after all, he did not kill the transcendental transcendence before people .
At that time, the extraordinary human alliance against the alien alliance, the Green Shaman became famous in the first battle, and attracted much attention .
Today is his best chance .
(=)
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