People Arrived at the Type Month, Now Lost Contact

From the outside, it was no different from an ordinary beast's lair.

However, as long as you go inside, you will see a rotten pillar with several old oil lamps hanging there.

This is one of the important gathering places of the human species, and it is also the place where the backbone of the hero faction such as Cao Cao and Rick live.

Rick moved closer to the door, knocked hard and in rhythm—and waited.

Finally, with a rattling sound, the door slowly opened from the inside, and the guard in a fur cloak poked his head out to pay respects to those who went out to search for things.

"Welcome back, you have worked hard."

"What's going on in the camp?"

Rick, who was about to use the maps of various forces to spell out a complete map to complete the world, and then prepared the next step, asked the guard.

"Three people who claim to be acquaintances of Lord Cao Cao came here today." The sentinel quickly replied.

"I asked them to wait in the hall first."

"My acquaintance?"

The young man with the spear on his back raised his eyebrows. His name is also kept secret among the human species. As long as very few people know it, if someone who can tell his name, it is really possible that he is an acquaintance.

Which member would that be?The leader of the Great Heroes faction who had dispersed people other than the core members to other human gathering places thought for a while before speaking slowly.

"In that case, let me go and see them."

The leader of the Great Heroes Faction strode towards the direction of the hall, and then saw the combination of two women and one man, his smile stiffened suddenly, and his muscles began to tremble instinctively.

"Long time no see, Cao Cao." The young man who had served as the military advisor of the Great Hero Faction smiled brightly.

Chapter 2 The Anticipation of the God of War and the Good Friday of the Hero

In the area floating in the air at an altitude of [-] meters, a huge fortress like a whale floating in the air floats in the air, emitting a faint light and moonlight, reflecting the scenery of countless squares in disorder.

It was the messenger of the god of war Artosh, a phantom species named Avant Heim, and on its back was the city of the Flügel and the palace of the god of war.

With emerald-colored hair, a single horn on the head, blue-gold heterochromatic pupils, a pair of symmetrical wings that seem to be woven by light from the waist, and an extremely complicated halo flower on the head. The "girl" of the Flügel floats in the city Looking at the blood-red sky, it looks like a salted fish being dried.

The No. [-] individual of the Flügel looked very depressed, whispering to the Phantasm that carried the Flügel.

"Xiaoji refuses to hunt the heads of giants with me, meow~."

"Raphael and the others still refuse to call me my elder sister, meow~."

"Master actually called me 'that thing' in front of my sisters, meow~."

He has the right to punish his fellow clan, but has no majesty among the Flügel species. The Flügel leader Azrael, who is regarded as an idiot by his clan, complained to the apostle of the God of War.

"Abang-jun, they are too good, meow~."

The apostle of the God of War glanced at Azrael with its blue eyes, and fell into a deep sleep without making any comments.

"Hey, 'that thing', Lord Artosh is calling you."

Suddenly, another Flügel appeared next to the semi-autistic leader, unceremoniously following the name of the God of War for Azrael, and after conveying the news, he used the unique space of the Flügel The ability to teleport is lost.

"Is Artosh-sama calling me? Meow~."

After receiving the news, the Flügel No. [-] individual quickly broke away from the semi-autistic state, and then instantly moved to the Palace of the God of War, saluting the god sitting on the throne.

It was a mighty god to the extreme, its huge body was about twice the size of a normal Flügel, its black beard hung down like steel, its eighteen wings were wrapped around its back like a cloak, its face was deeply contoured, and only by the sharp The gaze of his golden eyes is enough to make all life tremble.

"My lord, please allow me to ask your abyss-like divine will."

Individual No. [-], who was over [-] years old, suddenly found that she was the only Flügel in the palace with several companions, which made her feel a little strange.

"Is there anything you want from me? Meow~."

"Just explaining a few things."

The God of War sat motionless on the throne, with a ferocious and majestic face revealing deep intelligence and a trace of weariness.

"Please say, meow~."

It was obviously a very serious occasion, but the Flügel who still had an extremely funny oral habit waited respectfully for his beloved master to give an explanation.

"When I am defeated, I will find out the reason for my defeat."

Like a boulder falling into the water, or the continental shelf collapsing, God of War calmly spoke to his people such words that undermined their cognition.

"Master Artosh, I will record the joke you told and share it with my sisters meow~."

The Flügel who watched the God of War kill the world's second most powerful Dragon King Zhonglong laughed with his own eyes. The perception that the God of War is invincible has long been deeply implanted in the minds of every Flügel.

"I was serious."

Vaguely feeling that there would be a battle that would endanger his life in the future, the gods with unshakable will, said with authority.

Azrael's face suddenly changed, she really couldn't think of anyone in this world who could hurt her lord.

No, it's not just this world, it should be said that there is no master who can harm him in all worlds.

In the previous world, some aliens who claimed to be evil gods, ghost gods, and demon gods provoked their masters, and their heads are still hanging outside the hall!

"Can you tell me, what exactly did you notice?"

The expression of the leader of the Flügel who had removed her oral habit suddenly turned cold. As the No. [-] individual created on the basis of perfection, she actually possesses unrivaled fighting power and an incomparably ruthless will.