Hercules Walk

Chapter 277 George Washington

Following the light of the blue portal, Wang Dali brought Catherine, Little Rascal and Mindy together, and the four of them appeared together in the magnificent hall of the Human Rights Council.

The high-level officials of the Human Rights Council present recognized this person whom they focused on at a glance.

"You are Hercules-King!"

"Wang Dali?!"

The president on the main seat gently stretched out his hand, signaling to everyone to be calm.Wearing a priest-style white robe, he sat on his seat and asked Wang Dali expressionlessly.

"What are you doing here?"

But Wang Dali did not answer the chairman's question.With a glance of his eyes, he could see the president's heels, and he sneered with disdain in his eyes.

"It's ridiculous. The president of the Human Rights Council, the leader of a group of human supremacists, is not human."

But as soon as he said this, not only the chairman's face remained unchanged, but even the rest of the senior executives showed no fluctuations in expression.

"Although my body is no longer human, my soul is still. This is a secret that everyone here knows."

However, Wang Dali clearly saw that in the president's soul that was about to decay, there was a connection at the core that went deep into the ground, passed through the void and went deep into hell, and was held by a fallen angel wearing six huge golden and white wings. hands.

Not all angel wings are white or gold, and not all fallen angels have purple or black wings.The color of the angel's wings is not directly related to whether they are fallen, but to the power held by the angel.

Wang Dali, who had learned the world's "common sense" from Man, recognized the other party's identity at a glance.

"A mere lackey of Lucifer actually dares to bark at me. Do you think that you are stronger than Mephitos?"

"Mephitos?"

For some reason, the president had a bad premonition.

Noticing the change in his face, Wang Dali smiled meaningfully.

"Oh? It seems that you acted on your own initiative this time, and you didn't report it to your master."

"But it's true. If Lucifer knew that you were against me, he would probably apologize to me right away."

Having said this, Wang Dali's face showed a little disinterestedness.

"Everyone who is powerful enough in this universe knows my existence, but you guys who are self-righteous but can't even do broken stars have no idea of ​​my true strength. This is the so-called Miao Xiaoyao Fengda, The water is too shallow."

"I think you've lost your mind, you're talking nonsense here!"

The president didn't want to have an undisputed argument with Wang Dali anymore, so he simply tore off the priest's robe on himself, planning to do it himself.

Like his wrinkled and freckled face, his body was so thin it was almost skeletal.

"Is the president actually going to do it himself?"

Seeing this move by the other party, almost all the top leaders of the Human Rights Council felt relieved.In terms of combat effectiveness, this president is the tallest among them, otherwise it would be impossible to gather this group of guys who are the boss of the sky, the second of the earth, and my third.

Not even if his name is George Washington.

"If it's just human supremacy, I won't do anything to you. It's just too much to eliminate all other alien races."

Leaving aside the high-level officials of the Human Rights Council, who possessed ecstasy and self-confidence, Wang Dali asked George Washington, who had been resurrected after his death and took refuge in Lucifer.

"Are you going to kill more than 80.00% of the human race in the world?"

"Why not?"

A faint black air exuded from George Washington's body.The black air filled his thin body like a sponge, propping up his thin body bit by bit.

In just a few seconds, his strong body is comparable to that of the Hulk.The parts below his neck became pitch black, shining with a luster like metal.

"Billions of souls, does Lucifer have such a big appetite? Be careful not to burst hell!"

"You don't need to think about it!"

Washington, who had completed his transformation from white to black, roared and punched Wang Dali.His punch definitely exceeded the speed of sound, and the air was torn apart, making a sound similar to '咻咻'.

Other high-level officials of the Human Rights Council have no intention of letting Washington fight alone.The Mandarin stretched out his hands to Wang Dali, and the rings on his ten fingers started to shine.A layer of frost quickly froze under his feet, and at the same time a distorted force emerged directly from Wang Dali's body, intending to attack his internal organs.

The bald man in Japanese military uniform cut his wrist, and the blood flowed down as if he didn't want money.But the blood did not flow down, but formed a summoning circle on the ground according to the mysterious trajectory.

Several degraded hellhounds appeared from the magic circle. They had gray steel-like stiff skin, strong muscles, huge sharp claws, and a large number of terrifying fangs.

The stinky saliva dripped from their mouths, and they rushed towards Wang vigorously under the command of the bald man.

Jin Bin raised his scepter and shot a blue laser at Wang Dali; the Italian mafia also took out a huge modified hand cannon, pointed at Wang Dali and pulled the trigger.

What was fired from this hand cannon was not a gunpowder weapon in the general sense, but a black beam of light the thickness of a thumb.From above, Wang Dali felt the power of the curse.

"You don't need to take action."

Wang Dali blocked Washington's cannonball-like fist with one hand, and made a bang, as if hitting leather with a heavy hammer.

Afterwards, other people's attacks hit him one after another, but it was like a mud cow falling into the sea, and it had no effect except destroying another set of his clothes.

Even, Wang Dali still had time to shake his head at the three Catherines who were preparing to fight, and said.

"There's no need to waste time on a group of native chickens and dogs. Let me finish the battle quickly."

When Wang Dali twisted his right hand, the muscles on Washington's right arm shattered inch by inch. The severe pain made him scream out loud. At the same time, he made a fist with his left hand and aimed at Wang Dali's head, hammering it down like a bomber.

Wang Dali shook again, shaking off the power gathered in Washington.Then he threw the opponent as a weapon at the three rushing hellhounds, turning two of the people who hit them on their backs.

"flame!"

Finding that his own attacks weren't working, the Mandarin manipulated the powers of the other rings.A group of flames with a temperature as high as [-] degrees Celsius wrapped Wang Dali, trying to melt him like tempering steel.

In the raging flames, Wang Dali was not damaged at all.At this time, he was surrounded by flames, like a god of fire descending to earth, with astonishing power.

Wang Dali raised his fist, and the muscles of his waist, chest, shoulders, and hands exerted force at the same time, and swung at the degenerated hellhound that had already rushed in front of him.

"The third form of Hercules Fist!"

(End of this chapter)