Arad's crooked savior

In the Eaton defense, Jackett was still awake, but he kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Inform us immediately. Don't take it lightly. Continue to be on guard. The war is not over yet."

His back was soaked with sweat, and his military uniform was stuck to his body. As the commander-in-chief, he had a stronger sense of survival than anyone else.

If Anton were to strike with all his strength, not only the millions of people in Eton would evaporate in an instant, but also the core army of the Seventh Empire and the Emperor Elizee would be intangible in the flames.

It was an unbearable weight, a heart-wrenching pain.

The vast power of the apostles made everyone tremble with fear, and at the same time, they also grew more and more respectful to the ancestors of the "Eternal Light".

After holding on for a while, his legs went weak and he slumped down on the chair. Jacket looked a little embarrassed, picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it hard.

In the tent, the condition of the other staff officers was not much better. Some of them collapsed directly on the ground, gasping for breath and eyes wide open.

The flames in the apostle's mouth just now made them feel the scythe of death across the neck and scratching the skin.

"No wonder...no wonder Archduke Jurgen said that as long as Anton can be driven away from Eaton, Heaven will be considered a great victory."

An officer with a wry smile murmured with lingering fear. His views were unanimously agreed with by everyone silently nodding.

Before the war started, I thought Jurgen was spineless and a coward, but now I realized that just by driving him away, he almost got rid of the entire Seventh Reich.

"What kind of creature is that octopus? It looks scary." Someone asked curiously.

Afterwards, I realized that the big guy who could "shut up" Anton seemed to be no less than an apostle, and a terrifying beast!

They had no idea how such a terrifying existence could exist in the ocean of heaven.

"Whatever it is, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"That's right, if it hadn't appeared in time, you would be a pinch of ashes now."

"I won't eat octopus for a year."

Since he still didn't know what the battlefield situation was like on the front line, in order to avoid greater casualties, Jackett could only suppress his anxious atmosphere and order the soldiers to hold on.

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On the other side, Ye Lin approached Anton very cautiously. After this big guy was whipped and "massaged" by Mr. Luo, his eight lava-colored eyes as big as a volcano crater had quietly closed.

It stood quietly on the coast, its thick limbs like the Optimus Pillars growing out of the sea, supporting its huge body like an island in the sky.

"Tsk, if you're not too big on food, just go to this stop. The tourism industry will flourish. It's a famous scenic spot, Antunes Island in the Sky."

After a few words of teasing, I don’t know if An Tuen can hear it.

After circling the body, I found Matega in a comatose state in a corner of the black volcano.

He was bleeding from all his orifices, his face was distorted, and there were many nail scratches. His upper body, which was originally a maroon and toned body, now looked like he was at the end of his life, his skin was full of wrinkles and his skin was dull.

Matega's soul was unilaterally stripped away, and the impact on Matega was too great. If his head didn't explode or die from pain on the spot, he was already extraordinary.

After hesitating for a moment, he first set up a strong restraint on Matega, and then went back to pick up Aizela to avoid any regrettable accidents.

"Captain, Anton isn't moving anymore. There's no danger. Do you want to touch the apostle?"

Aizela nodded slightly, her smiling face was like a bright spring breeze, bright and colorful, her purple eyes were pure and flawless, and the corners of her eyes were slightly narrow, revealing a small charm.

Suddenly, Ye Lin laughed a few times and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"The face is covered with blood."

Handing him two wet wipes, Aizela turned her head slightly, pursed her red lips slightly, and was too embarrassed to wipe him in front of Oli and Reina.

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Anton was too huge, and the few people standing at the bottom of the black volcano looked like tiny ants crawling on a dinosaur. When they looked up at the mountain pass with smoke rising from the heights, they did have the illusion of climbing a high mountain.

After Ye Lin re-confirmed the seal, he poured a Remy potion into the unconscious Matega and waited for him to wake up.

After coming up, Aizela lost a little sense of stability as a leader. She looked and touched here and there, lightly kicked her feet and jumped a few times. Her pretty face was filled with joy. This was the first time she was so close to an apostle.

"Ahem~"

Matega, who had been coughing, opened his eyes in pain. Ye Lin had administered the medicine just now in a very rough way, choking it directly into his nose.

Ouli's expression straightened, her beautiful legs tightened slightly, and as soon as this guy showed signs of attack, she would kick him in the head.

"Haha, are you here to laugh at me, a loser?"

It’s as if Matga has been trampled by time for thousands of years, bursting from the prime of life into old age. Coupled with his blood-covered face and sad and desperate expression, it is easy for those who don’t know to feel pity.

Unexpectedly, Ye Lin nodded simply, put his hands on his hips and said confidently: "Well, that's right, I'm just here to laugh at you, coward."

Oli and Rena both rolled their eyes in unison. This guy will probably never have the calm demeanor of a top powerhouse like Master Sodros.

Boom~

His teeth were almost broken due to anger. Even though Matega was unwilling to accept it, he could only lower his head and smile after calming down his emotions: "Succeed as a king or lose as a bandit, and fall short of success. In the end, strength determines everything."

"I can't completely agree with what you said." Ye Lin shook his head slightly to express his disapproval.

Although strength can determine the process and results of most things, some unexpected situations will also occur.

Just like Lotus, Dirich and other apostles, will they be weaker than Held?

But they were still carefully designed by Herder to make them extremely miserable, from being a high-ranking apostle to a dying and endangered dog.

Speaking more closely, just now, Matega was tricked by Furman.

Azera walked over from the side and asked urgently and puzzledly: "You are the leader of Tartan. You and the apostle Andern are in a symbiotic state and have a close relationship. This may be the only one in the universe."

In a symbiotic relationship, Matega is equivalent to hugging the thigh of one of the ultimate life forms in the universe. Why is he still dissatisfied and trying to manipulate Anton?

Is the power of an apostle really so fascinating and coveted?

The Delos Empire, Matega, and even Ye Lin, as well as the Demon Emperor Xia Le mentioned by Erica, etc., all have very special and thirsty ideas for the power of the apostles.

Matega's eyes were sarcastic, and he glanced at the delicate-looking Azera first, shook his head and sneered: "What do you know? We Tartan used to be self-righteous, thinking that we had found a way to hunt Odin, and that we could eliminate this gluttony. A huge beast, but the cruel ending is that our race was defeated miserably in the decisive battle!"

Probably recalling the past in Cloncula, Matega was obviously a little excited. His voice was low, but there was a kind of fanaticism faintly suppressed:

"We boarded the demon world, and then as the demon world traveled through countless dimensions, we suddenly realized that power can determine everything! Even as powerful as the conqueror Casillas, he trembles at the name of the first apostle!"

A few words seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Matega's momentum suddenly became slumped again, like a deflated rubber ball, dry and shriveled. He murmured: "No one will grieve for the ants who were trampled to death, the same , and no strong man will cry for the weak who died. We want to get rid of the fate of drifting with the crowd, so we use the power of Anton to strengthen ourselves."

Azera frowned slightly. She began to understand the Tartan tribe's choice. But now that the world was devastated, she could only sigh silently.

First, they had no choice but to rely on Anton, and after the planet was destroyed and then forced to go to the demon world, the Tartan tribe faced a world full of powerful people. They were no longer as rampant as they were in Cloncula.

The top ones like Andersen, the "gods" in their minds, are only members of a certain class.

Moreover, when Anton lived in the center of the orbit, he often fought with Shilok over energy, which made the Tartans on their backs tremble, fearing that if they were not careful, they would be wiped out.

As a result, high-level Tartans such as Agnes, Medil, etc. began to use Anton's power to evolve themselves.

The Tartan tribe is a race with strong adaptability.

It's a pity that one of them has a more ambitious "Almighty Matega". He not only wants to achieve his own evolution, but also desires to completely control Andern.

Matega clenched her fist unwillingly, seeming sad: "Do you think it's comfortable to stay with Anton and accompany this gluttonous beast? Are you proud? It's not us, there is no other choice at all!"