the end of the heavens

Sadly, she felt her head getting used to Russell's fists.

Without an evenly matched opponent, Russell could only fight against t1000, but after a series of victories, t1000 was no match for him at all.

Winning all the time is boring, and Russell only wants to play after 50 innings.

The t1000 turned into a beautiful short, meowing and showing off beside Russell's legs, he raised his hand to pick it up, sat on the sofa and rubbed it twice.

Suddenly, the target of the telepathic monitoring experienced violent psychological fluctuations. Russell put down the short story, got up and went to the window, looking through the dark night at St. John's Cathedral in New York.

The night dragon clan and the demon clan are at war!

To be precise, the demon clan surrounded the cathedral, and the two sides were confronting each other.

Russell took out the golden mask and put it on his face. Under the holy light, the clothes on his body were transformed into white robes. He pulled up the hood and jumped down the third floor with a light leap.

Just as he was about to spread his wings for an angelic descent, Russell suddenly heard a snort under his feet, his eyes lit up, and he turned over and entered the stable.

In the barn is the bankrupt sister's pet horse, Li Bao, a retired racehorse, who was so beautiful when he was young, and now he is hungry and full. He eats whatever Max and Caroline eat.

Li Bao thought that Russell was here to feed, and happily put his head on it.

"My dear horse, I'll take you out tonight for a little fun!"

A majestic and artistically processed voice came out from under the golden mask. Russell raised his hand and pressed Li Bao's head, and the holy light on the left side of the throne covered him, dyeing it to a pure white, just like a mythical unicorn.

Then, the armor and saddle of unknown material appeared, with golden patterns winding around, tightly wrapping the chestnut.

Its eyes and pupils turned golden, and two white flames spewed out from its snort. Its head was on Russell's chest, and its front hooves couldn't wait to step on the ground.

Heavy riding ready to go!

The first thousand and twenty-seventh chapter time loop second bullet

Outside St. John's Cathedral in New York, a large number of demons surrounded them from four directions, and they continued to increase.

The nocturnal dragons guarding the cathedral were seriously short of troops and fell into a predicament of passive defense.

Although one side represents heaven and the other represents hell, in terms of appearance, it is estimated that no one would object to saying that they both come from hell.

The Nocturnal Dragon is a gargoyle with a green face and fangs, covered in gray and clay-colored, no matter men, women, or children, all are more than two meters tall, with a strong physique, big shoulders and round waist.

The weapons are double-edged axes, single-edged axes, mountain axes, and machetes. All the members follow the pure man line.

The demon clan wants Yado.

The whites of the lower-level demon's eyes are red, and there are black veins on the neck and face. At first glance, it looks like a dark idol.

In comparison, the superior demon is a bit horrible, with blue-black horny wrinkled skin, fangs and claws, and some nocturnal dragons.

It looks like a person from a distance, but if you get closer, you will be disgusted by their strong sulfur body fragrance.

The leader of the demon clan, Naberius, has not yet arrived, and one of his confidantes is in charge of this battle.

In order to avoid being discovered by hell, Naberius went deep into the world and had not participated in the war between the two clans for a long time, which made many nocturnal dragons suspect that he was dead.

Like all wars, war is not an end in itself.

In the cathedral there was what Naberius wanted, for which he sent many descendants to die.

Frankenstein Adam!

An artificial human made by a mad scientist 200 years ago and stitched together with dead bodies, Naberius saw a miracle in him. Not only the creator can create life, but science can too.

Naberius wants to get Adam, decipher his out-of-the-box life source, and then imitate the Stitcher Army to conquer the world.

It's hard to say whether it's true or not, but the demon family believed it, and they were encouraged, eager to use war to conquer the world, and spread the power of hell and Satan.

The two sides confronted each other along the boundaries of the cathedral, and the demons were numerous, which put great pressure on the night dragons.

The situation was so dire that Queen Leonora contacted Heaven to no avail, and they had to fight alone.

The strange thing is that in New York, an information-oriented metropolis, gargoyles are flying all over the sky, and people with pink eyes are walking everywhere, and well-informed reporters did not rush to the scene in the first time.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the hands of the clock tower gradually pointed to twelve midnight, as if it was the final countdown. The atmosphere of the war was so heavy that it was hard to breathe, and it would collapse and explode at any time.

On the other side, Russell was dressed in a white robe, riding a sacred heavy horse, galloping through the brightly lit streets of New York.

The camera zooms out to the top of the high-rise building, and a white beam of light can be seen sprinting across the road, and then flashes to the next street in the blink of an eye.

There was a lot of exclamation, and the vision attracted people to chase after it. The camera that was lucky enough to capture the white light picture was a faint silhouette of light and shadow riding a war horse.

The cathedral was conveniently located in front of him. Russell pulled up the reins, and the horse under his crotch roared in the wind. He jumped up with his front hooves on the ground, galloped along the wall at a right angle of [-] degrees, and finally stopped at the top of a tall building.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, the horse breathed out white flames, its front hooves were raised high, Russell on his back waved his hand and pulled out a great sword of holy light from the void.

The light flashes away, briefly illuminating the night sky.

Although it was only for a moment, it also attracted the attention of the two races. They looked at the tall building in surprise, and felt the pressure of heart palpitations from the mysterious man who immediately swung his knife.

The Nocturnal Dragon was both surprised and delighted. What delighted was the holy light on the mysterious man, which showed that the visitor was a friend rather than an enemy. The surprise was that the holy light was so strong that it made them feel ashamed.

Everyone in the demon clan was in danger, and the strong and materialized holy light made them dare not act rashly. Many demons even suspected that they couldn't even beat that horse.

From the corner of his eye, Russell saw that the clock tower was about to point to twelve o'clock, and waited for the moment when the bell rang, weighing which entry method was more shocking.

Did the horse fall from the sky with wings on its back, or did the horse charge vertically along the wall of the building?

clang!clang!clang

The bell rang, Russell shook the reins, and the horse jumped straight down the building under the command.

After thinking for a long time, the explosion is still simple and clear!

At this moment, the familiar time reset struck again, and the time returned to 24 hours ago, and the killing spirit of the war disappeared, whether it was a demon or a night dragon, all disappeared.

Bang!

Russell's crotch was loose, and he landed in a horseback riding position. His feet crushed the bricks and stones on the ground until they reached the calf.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the white robe rolled up with a sound.

"Fuck, I'm on a horse!!"

D!

Russell threw the long sword in his hand angrily, and finally pretended to be aggressive. It was over before it even started. His poor landing action made him look like a dead waiter.

"Fortunately no one saw"