People Arrived at the Type Month, Now Lost Contact

Lakul's face gradually calmed down. He just held the sickle in his hand and looked at the holy weapon that had dissimilated into Gungnir.

"I don't really like the title Gun Yong. Let's call me Fujimaru Tachika." Li Zihan shrugged. He has many titles, and there is no shortage of a gun brave.

"If you want, you can also call me Hubrian Cleaner or Mahu Island Sword Tower, Admiral of the Navy or Commander Griffin."

"Your Excellency Fujimaru, you really have many identities." Jun Ji obviously didn't believe Li Zihan's other identities. After all, the weird titles like Huberian Cleaner and Mahu Island Swordsman Tower seem blind no matter how you look at it. editor's identity.

"Can you tell me why a big man like you came here?"

"Of course, clean up the guys who are really in the way." Li Zihan smiled, "Please don't stop me, or I will kill you together."

Violent magic power suddenly emerged from the boy's body, like an invisible storm, blowing away the surrounding things and shaking the atmosphere. It is a huge magic power that is completely beyond the concept of human beings. Wreak havoc all around.

"Your Excellency, Junji, please leave." After realizing the change of the situation, the magic power of the concept of surpassing human beings surged from Rakul's body. In contrast, it inexplicably gives people a feeling of weakness.

"At this time, there is no need for you to get involved in the battle between the brave." Pushing his temporary teammates aside, Rakul clenched the long scythe that accompanied him to fight, and faced the most mysterious place in the Meromag Kingdom. The hero of the gun.

Jun Ji's expression was a bit complicated. Lacour's words were not meant for her, but for the hero of the gun.He didn't want his companions to be implicated by him, even if it was a group of temporary or even ulterior motives.

Dazzling thunder, pitch-black flames, and gloomy winds appeared on Rakul at the same time, and unyielding flames were burning in the eyes of the brave man holding the sickle tightly, "I am not your opponent, but I will not be afraid to fight against you because of this." You fight."

He has not yet found a solution to the predicament in this land of the gods. The last of the four holy warriors has appeared and walked in front of him. He understands that the failure of the rebel army is inevitable.

All he can do is to burn everything in himself and fight against it, just like what he said before, when the doomed destruction comes, he will lead the army to be the first to die on the battlefield.

"Gungnir!!!"

The boy's voice sounded, and the sharp gun named Meteor Gun emitted a dazzling light, setting off a wave of magic power, passing through the space like a real shooting star, and blowing away the dark gray clouds in the distance.

It was like a magic spear of fate. The light and heat on the spear that must hit distorted space, shattered everything along the way, and cast the shadow of death on...

On Miss Junji's head.

"Hmm—" Altair, whose body was hit by the most advanced sharpshooter, and most of her body evaporated, looked forward blankly, she didn't quite understand what was going on.

The hero of the sickle bets his will, responsibility and even his life to challenge his old enemy. The strongest brave who is challenged indifferently raises the holy weapon armed with the incarnation of the god king. The audience was blown away.

"Have you betrayed too? Rakul." As she was dying, Miss Jun Ji thought of something, and then turned her eyes to Lakul who was still waving the scythe. His eyes became illusory and slowly disappeared from the world.

"I will definitely be back."

"Finished and call it a day." The gun hero who had completed the task took back the holy gun, and then walked towards another battlefield.

The old man probably finished the fight, he has to pick someone up.

"You, didn't you come to kill me?" Lakul's confused voice sounded from behind Li Zihan, he was still maintaining the posture about to zoom in, looking extraordinarily happy.

"How much free time do I have to trouble you." Li Zihan waved his hand impatiently, "Will I get any benefit from killing you?"

Li Zihan did plot against a lot of people, but it was all due to reasons. The reason why he engaged Gilgamesh was for the Holy Grail, he cheated Athena and Rama for the purpose of saving the world, and finding fault with Tiamat was for the purpose of recasting the divine sword. and immortality...

He, the hero of the sickle, jingled poorly. Is there anything worthy of Li Zihan's special efforts?

Wait, it seems that there are.

Looking at the California Qingguang who was almost a scrap metal, Li Zihan turned around and clenched one hand into a fist.

An astonishing force erupted on Rakul's face, and with such a blow, Rakul flew backward like a cannonball as if struck by lightning.

"Almost forgot about this stubble." The boy who punched Lacourt 200 meters away twisted his wrist and strode to the other side.

Looking at the gradually leaving figure, Rakul, who was trapped in the wall, fell into confusion.

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The white-haired boy with alien-like twisted tentacles behind him stood indifferently in front of the old man with only half a wooden stick in his hand.

There are many hideous, even fatal scars on his body. If the person standing here is not a semi-ghoul species with thick skin and strong recovery ability, it is estimated that he has been cold eight times.

"You lost, your gun has been broken, it's time to surrender." The white-haired ghoul pulled out the half of the spear that pierced his body, and threw it on the ground, so declared.

In terms of martial arts, Jin Muyan is undoubtedly not Li Shuwen's opponent. If we only talk about martial arts, a hundred gold woods are not enough to hammer.

But martial arts is not enough, you can use your life to make up for it.With the assistance of Tokisaki Kurumi and his own strong resilience, Kaneki successfully broke the spear that seemed to be from the same place as Lake Toya when the spear penetrated his body for the eighth time.

"The old man hasn't lost yet." The old man who threw the half of the wooden stick in his hand to the ground slowly assumed a fisting stance, without any fluctuations on his weather-beaten face.

"Don't struggle, grandpa." The girl with a sweet smile stood above the shadows, she raised the flintlock gun in her hand, "We still have all our weapons, but you are unarmed."

"Surrender, the creatures should be on the same front." The wounds on the white-haired boy were gradually healing, and he soon returned to his best condition.

"A gunman is nothing if he doesn't have a gun."

"Really?" The air changed in an instant, and the extremely terrifying pressure shrouded the land. Kaneki Ken's pupils dilated suddenly, and the alarm bell of crisis kept ringing in his mind. He wanted to activate I fought back, but found that my whole body was stiff and I couldn't move anymore.

An unremarkable punch landed on Kaneki Ken's chest, an unimaginable force passed through Jiahe, and hit him hard on his chest, which was far less than the solid internal organs of his body that burst in an instant.

Jin Mu's eyes widened, he suddenly lost control of his body, spewed out a mouthful of blood mixed with unknown minced meat, and fell to the ground.

Chapter 18 People Walking by the River

A cafe with extremely quiet business.

An old man in a Chinese tunic suit and a young man holding two bags of Jinpingtang sat on the edge of the coffee table, drinking green tea, and exchanging the results of the raid.

"The most harmful factor to this world - Altar has been sent back to the spring to read the article by me, and I won't be able to come out to make big news for a while." Taking a sip of tea, the boy said to the old man in front of him.

"The next period of time should be quite peaceful."