Gene of Brilliant City 13 Division

Chapter 438 Fighting!Demigods and Frye
"Hand over everything, what exactly do you want us to hand over?"

Mo Xiaolan stared viciously at the ghost face in the sky, and he laughed out loud.

"Of course it is royal power. Everything you have built will eventually lead to the extinction of mankind. This was decided from the moment you became gods instead of humans. Give back everything that is human."

Immediately Werther laughed and kept shaking his head.

"If there were less of you in this world, maybe it would be more peaceful."

"Each each other."

Frye was talking quietly, suddenly a crimson light appeared on the surface of his body, and crimson particles flickered around his body. Among the seven kinds of divine power, the red power is the most powerful divine power. force.

"It's really amazing, the fourth power of God."

As Mo Xiaolan said, Werther stared at Frye with a solemn expression. He was already planning to join the battle. Even if he couldn't be caught, he would kill this guy. Mo Xiaolan seemed to have noticed Frye's actions. After their eyes met, Mo Xiaolan's right eye exudes slight purple particles.

The inadvertent actions of the two were completely noticed by Frye. He instantly fell from the sky like a red meteor, with the wings fluttering on his back.

With a loud bang, Quasimodo raised his right arm to block Frye's fist, his protruding muscles sank a little, and the ground under Quasimodo's feet sank.

Frye grinned grimly. After the blow, he flapped his wings vigorously. With a whoosh, an orange light flashed in front of his eyes. Sure enough, Werther made his move at the moment of his attack, which Frye had expected.

"Unfortunately, I have decided to retreat."

As Frye spoke, he spoke to Werther, who was slashing at him with an orange light shining in front of him, and a yellow particle of light flickered beside Werther, and suddenly a translucent yellow arm appeared. , grabbing Werther's shoulder.

唰

A flash of orange blade flashed across Frye's side in an instant, and Werther was dragged by the hand and threw it towards Quasimodo who had been ejected to the ground and flew towards Frye.

After feeling the twist in his legs, Frye stared at Mo Xiaolan.

"Be careful."

Werther slammed into Quasimodo's body and shouted at Mo Xiaolan.

At this time, behind Mo Xiaolan appeared a yellow human figure that was only as tall as the wheelchair she was sitting on, and stretched out his hands to grab Mo Xiaolan.

Mo Xiaolan was startled, when he was about to turn his head around, it was already too late, Quasimodo immediately grabbed Werther in his hand, and threw him towards Mo Xiaolan, then his eyes closed He turned around and planned to fly to Mo Xiaolan's ghostly face.

Feeling something was wrong, Frye immediately stopped his figure, but in an instant, the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and the huge pressure made him scream in an instant, the black armor on the surface of his body creaked, and cracks began to appear .

But at this time, Frye's will is very firm, and he will kill Mo Xiaolan first.

Under Frye's control, the villain condensed by yellow particles had already strangled Mo Xiaolan's neck, with a few swishing sounds, flashes of orange sword lights flashed, and the orange sword in Werther's hand slashed across The body of the yellow villain, the yellow villain turned into scattered yellow particles in an instant. When Werther turned around, the armor of the ghost face locked in the air by Quasimodo's thoughts was cracking, and blood was spraying. Then, the ghost face screamed in pain.

"Don't hesitate to kill him directly."

Mo Xiaolan gritted his teeth and shouted. It took Quasimodo a moment to make up his mind to wake up, and the black particles around his body turned into black air currents.

Frye felt as if his body was about to be crushed, his bones had been broken a lot, and his flesh and blood were being squeezed.

"It's so strong!"

In an instant, Frye's eyes widened, and particles of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple colors flickered around his body. There was a loud bang, and a burst of violent air bounced off the suppressed Frye's thoughts. Frye watched as Quasimodo, who had jumped in front of him, threw his huge fist towards him.

"This is the real power of God."

砰

Frye bowed his body, blood spattered from his eyes and mouth, and smashed Quasimodo's fist with his right fist.

With a loud bang, accompanied by a violent airflow collision, the two flew backwards at the same time. Quasimodo's huge body flew directly into the distance, and hit the ground with a loud bang like a missile. After Fry flew in the air for a long distance, he stopped and clutched his heart in pain, turned around and flapped his wings towards the barrier area. In the flash of two red light circles, Fry had turned into a red meteor in an instant. Like, it disappeared over the stench area.

"Asshole, you can use seven kinds of divine power."

Werther's back was bloody and bloody. He held Mo Xiaolan with both hands. Everything in front of him was just a big hole. There was nothing left on the ground. There were bursts of green smoke around him. The drop plane is coming this way.

"Are you still alive?"

Mo Xiaolan turned his head and yelled at the large amount of rubble piled up in the distance. With a bang, a hand stretched out from the ruins, and Quasimodo crawled out from the pile of stones, shaking his head.

"Not hurt!"

Quasimodo said, holding up his right fist, looking at a shallow fist mark on it, but it was slowly disappearing at this time.

砰

Frye hit the icy and hard ground in the barrier area, and the armor gathered up in an instant, turning into a cracked black ball. Frye curled up in pain, and blood continued to flow from Frye's mouth. , he coughed violently.

"It must be treated quickly."

As Frye said, he struggled to lift his right hand whose bones had been completely shattered. His left hand trembled. From the arm of his right hand, he took out a seven-sided brooch. After light pressing, a cylindrical brooch appeared. With a drug injection of colored liquid, Frye quickly picked up his clothes. The skin of his body had begun to turn black, and many places swelled up, and pustules began to appear. Some pustules had broken open and black liquid flowed out. Alienation Genes have gone berserk, and alienated cells are devouring his body.

呲

Frye stabbed the tube-shaped injection into his heart, and the liquid inside quickly disappeared and injected into his body, Frye howled in pain.

"Things don't seem right, bad."

Frye panted and lay on the ground, and began to tremble in pain. His right hand with broken bones became swollen, as if it was about to explode. Thick water kept oozing from his skin. He opened his mouth and became conscious. A little fuzzy, the cold is constantly stimulating Frye's body, he is about to lose consciousness, Frye is very clear, trying his best to restrain the pain of the body, and the self-phagia of the alienated cells, he is very clear that once he faints , it is dead.

"Must. Hold on, hold on!"

Frye roared angrily, supported his body little by little and climbed up, the right half of his body had swelled up to varying degrees, and some places became hard and black, Frye moved his body with difficulty, his blood had already started to swell due to the cold surrounding environment. And it became slow, and I couldn't control the alienated cells still under my control through consciousness to fight against those violent alienated cells.

Frye's consciousness has become more and more blurred, his eyes began to fall into darkness, and his head was dizzy.

"Frye, are you just so promising? Shouldn't a man go forward for the path he firmly believes in? Even if you fall down on the way, even if you die, you have to get up as an undead for me."

In the consciousness that was about to pass away, Frye saw a girl with an angry face, and the young himself covered his mouth, and was slapped severely by the girl.

"I know, I know, don't appear in my head again!"

Fry roared angrily, stood up little by little, and pressed the right side of his body. At this time, Frye was completely awake, and the swelling on the right side of his body began to gradually subside. He felt much more comfortable. Laughing crazily, on the hard and cold ground, she sank into the darkness little by little and disappeared.

Mo Xiaolan stared quietly at the dark barrier area in the distance. Quasimodo had already walked over. Werther was panting. Many bones on his back had been exposed, but they were already recovering. Mo Xiaolan was full of pain. Looking at Werther gratefully, Werther protected himself with the greatest strength just now, otherwise he might be injured by the violent explosion produced by the collision of Ghost Face and Quasimodo's power, and his purple psychic power can't defend against it. The collision of powerful forces.

Seeing that Quasimodo was completely fine, Mo Xiaolan looked at his right hand.

"Don't worry about your hands!"

Quasimodo bowed gratefully, raised his right hand, and moved his fingers.

"What is your body made of? If you die, leave your body to me to study it carefully."

Werther grinned as he spoke, while Quasimodo put his hand on the back of his head, lowering his head shyly.

"I think it's better for you to leave quickly, Mr. Werther, after all, you don't want to be exposed, right?"

Witt nodded, and his figure disappeared into the air little by little.

"Sorry Mo Xiaolan, don't be so reckless next time, after all, you are the section chief of Section 2, do you understand?"

Mo Xiaolan nodded and giggled. Now that she knew a lot about the enemy, she took out a round data recorder from her body, turned on the light and shadow screen, and Lilian appeared in front of her eyes.

"Lilian, when you come here, I want you to send the video recording to Section 10 as soon as possible!"

"Understood, Mr. Mo Xiaolan, is the situation on your side okay?"

Mo Xiaolan nodded.

"It's in great shape."

(End of this chapter)