The Dragon That Devours the World

In the wide ancient hall, rows of flying saucers were right beside them. They looked like they had just been manufactured. There was no way to think that this was an aircraft that had been parked in the base for more than half a century. But Roberts didn't dare to move a bit. His body stiffened, adjusting his breath slightly, but facing the guns raised by dozens of vampires, even he couldn't think of a way.

Next to him, facing the circle of vampires, Wendy subconsciously shielded Joan with her body. She could feel that the little girl behind her was a little nervous and scared at the moment. Her body was trembling slightly, even after a temporary passage. Time's shooting training, but in essence she is just a high school girl.

"do not be afraid."

She squeezed the hand of her adopted daughter and tried her best to calm her emotions, while on the other hand, she kept scanning the surroundings with her eyes to find any chances that might come back.

"Uberto, it looks like the cat and mouse game is over."

Among the dozens of vampires, a pale man walked out slowly. He was wearing a black trench coat and almost sneered. In front of him, Uberto's face was gloomy behind the transparent spherical hood.

Just when the four of them arrived in this ancient hall and saw the rows of flying saucers made, a large number of vampires who suddenly appeared from their invisibility surrounded them. If Roberts hadn't felt wrong in advance and hurriedly warned, the first few people who had met in the first meeting would have been taken directly.

But even so, the situation at the moment is extremely unoptimistic, with dozens of guns aimed at them, no one can do anything.

In their interactions with humans, modern vampires have long realized the power of guns. Many vampires no longer use their natural strength and physique to fight, but instead give full play to their physical advantages to become fast gunners. The vision and agility that surpass humans have made them high-speed and accurate gunners. If one-on-one, Roberts may still win, but dozens of vampires with guns...

Where did they come from?

Roberts is thinking about this issue, and Uberto is also thinking about it.

Because the hardware equipped with the auxiliary AI tiramisu is too large, Uberto had to choose a small and lightweight watch when he came to the South Pole. The performance of this watch was less than one-thousandth of the performance of his self-made machine in New York. , Not to mention the supercomputer that occupies an entire basement. Therefore, his collection of intelligence has dropped to an unprecedented level, and he can only monitor thousands of key areas around the world through satellites and a few surveillance.

At this moment, it is the most vulnerable moment for this genius who claims to be the "nameless world ruler", but even if he is so fragile, he will not be easily discovered. How do these vampires stand against the bright day and light of Antarctica? Satellite surveillance, the last one came here? Uberto didn't know, did he use his stealth ability to evade surveillance? But as long as the invisibility is lifted, Uberto will be immediately noticed, how can they keep invisible for such a long time...

"Really, I don't think it is necessary."

With the approach of many vampires, Uberto and the three had to back up slowly, but even so, he gritted his teeth, but anyone could see that he was just stiff.

After all, he is a hacker after all. Although he has huge power and can drive the world to work for him invisibly, what hackers fear most is being exposed to the sun. Relying on the Internet, he can make the superpowers helpless, but they meet head-on. At that time, even a little hooligan could easily beat him down.

"Really, let me see what power you have..."

Although he said so, the man in the black windbreaker at the head still increased his vigilance. He had never underestimated the power of this thin young man. His ability to turn the monastery and the Freemason around has proved his power and wisdom, then How will he save himself next? Is it by that Roberts? Or Wendy? Or is it yourself? Or what agency here?

His eyes fixed on the few people in front of him...

"Roberts!"

Suddenly, Uberto yelled. Did he rely on Roberts? The man in the black trench coat turned his attention to Roberts, who was trying to pull out the gun from his waist. However, Roberts is faster, and the man in the black trench coat is faster than them.

The hand pressing on the waist was suddenly pulled out, and even less than 0.001 seconds, the speed that the human retina could not record.

Whether it was Roberts or Wendy, they were too slow in front of him.

"Boom!"

Hearing a burst of sound, the bullet hit Roberts' wrist, and with the splash of flesh and blood, the pistol that he could hold onto fell to the ground.

however……

"puff!"

There was a soft noise, and the man in the black windbreaker suddenly felt bad, what's the matter! ! !

He followed the reputation, but only saw the little human girl hiding behind Wendy holding a small pistol and aiming her muzzle above her... He considered all the circumstances and thought about how many people would either run away, or In all the circumstances of the raid, only this unremarkable human girl was ignored!

That voice was not for Roberts to take action, but for the human girl who was shivering behind Wendy and who hadn't paid attention to it.

"ended."

The thin young man's low laughter sounded.

"Wow..."

And along with the bullet, the ceiling of the hall above the head suddenly shattered, and along with the glass-like substance shattered, the white light shot into it...

Outside, it was the polar day of the South Pole.

"It's the sun..."

Accompanied by exclamations and screams, many vampires turned into ashes and disappeared into the sun, and some quickly turned into bats and fled.

...

And just outside the Antarctic base, surrounded by a group of people, a man wearing a black burqa looked up at the magnificent buildings in front of him, a little surprised.

"Will ancient Atlantis actually have such a civilization?"

"It's just a world built by a group of mortals, and it's insignificant before our Lord."

Beside the man is an old monk with a hunched back. His overly curved spine looks like a huge turtle shell on his back. He is holding a cane in both hands, as if he is unable to support his heavy body if he doesn't. Under the monk's robe, those erect snakes with green light were cold and indifferent. The old monk was speaking in a weird voice, and that pious voice was speaking blasphemous language.

Glancing at the old monk beside him, the man said.

"Fr. Crowen, if we had not known each other for more than a hundred years, I would really not be sure if you are still the master of the Priory of Sion, or if you are actually possessed by something. ."

From a man’s point of view, the current monastery of Sion Mountain has become very weird. In his impression, it is an organization of monks composed of a group of fanatics and old monks, who believe in God, and at the same time they have mastered many secrets. At this moment, it has completely changed. Belief in God is replaced by a worship of evil gods they call "Father of Serpents."

In the past, the old monk had the crucifixion cross hung around his neck, but now the cross has long disappeared, replaced by a serpentine totem on his body.

"It is not people who are chasing knowledge, but knowledge is chasing people. Its chasing is cruel and ruthless, just like a falcon chasing a rabbit on the ground."

Inexplicably, the old monk seemed to say to himself.

The old monk who seemed to fall when the wind blows, exudes an inexplicable dangerous aura. His dry lips are talking in a low voice, and the only expression in his eyes is cold. The top of his cane is embossed by a python. Entangled, the eyes of the python seemed to be watching the world.

"In the past, the Priory believed that we preserved the truth of this world, but it was not that we preserved the truth of this world, but the truth chose us. We were too close to the truth, and therefore we saw a more real world. We. It has not been eroded, but the monastery has found an object that should really be worshipped."

"It's ridiculous, tiny human beings would be so arrogant that they can keep the secrets of the gods."

"I'm not interested in this kind of godly talk, I just want to know that the world key is really as wonderful as you think?"

The man on the side frowned, then said.

"You can appear in the Antarctic day, but you only need to put on a burqa. Isn't this the manifestation of our Lord's power. Wait, as long as you obey the will of the monastery, you will eventually get what you have want."

The hunched old monk squinted slightly and said in a low voice.

In the past cognition of men, the old monks of the monastery did not like supernatural powers, and regarded them as the omission of God when creating the world. They were always resisting supernatural powers. Although the organization is huge, it is not strong, but at this moment, this hunchback The old monk inexplicably brought him a sense of danger and fear.

Although the old monk was not looking at him, the man always had a strange feeling. The old monk’s erected snake pupils were looking down at it. There was no secret in front of it as if he were naked, and the snake pupils were sneering. Own ignorance.

"Rumble!!!"

At this moment, accompanied by a loud roar, suddenly a saucer-shaped aircraft flew out of the building complex, and then flew straight to the high altitude and high speed against the aerodynamics, and some embarrassed bats flew at this time. Out of the building complex.

The man's face was blue, and the old monk's low laugh sounded beside him.

"Hehe...Look, Shire, the subordinates you sent have been defeated and escaped. At this moment, you can't catch them. Those four have the will of my lord on their shoulders. They will go to the moon to promote my lord. The awakening... this is a great will that cannot be resisted, and no one can stop the destiny in the dark."

The man was silent for a moment and then laughed inexplicably.

"Is it careless? Sure enough, Cavaliers Evan, even after you die, your children and grandchildren are still constantly blocking me? It seems that it was wrong to let your last children and grandchildren go...Jill Roberts."

Looking at the flying saucer that keeps going away, Charles Louis Napoleon Bonaparte, the famous Emperor Napoleon III did not try to stop him. The old monks have repeatedly proved to him that their prophecy is strong, and there is no need Go try again.

On the flying saucer, Roberts looked at the world of ice and snow through a glass mirror. The black-clothed man who was looking at the direction of the flying saucer seemed to meet each other. When he saw the man, his body Inexplicably froze.

"Louis Napoleon Bonaparte, it's you..."

There was disbelief and... deep resentment in that muttering voice.

It seemed to be back in that spring, that **** castle in the night, so many weird creatures, that indifferent man.

...

And just as the flying saucer was rising, at the same time, on the vast African grassland, a naked man was walking on the ground.

His body is naked, without strands, solid and powerful muscles are well-defined, white skin with a strange luster, calm and steady footsteps, but invisible, revealing a kind of coldness and horror.

"call……"

When his feet touched the ground, the land he had touched turned black, and the wet land dried up and cracked, and the vegetation died. The birds flying over his head suddenly died, as if The **** of death is accompanied by him, constantly harvesting the life on the earth.

The oldest murderer in the world is walking on the ground.

He would not be close to those human beings, and would only occasionally look at human cities. God's punishment made him miss the human world. He would always only live in the wilderness with beasts and monsters.

And suddenly, the oldest human being cursed by God raised his head and looked at the sky with nothing.

He could feel that there was a will in that invisibility pushing everyone forward, and no one could stop it, but he was just silent about what should be happy for this oldest human being.

Did not try to block this will, nor did it help to push it, the oldest human being just watched in silence.

...

Not somewhere in the real world, in a world that resembles the **** in the legend.

"Woo..."

In the world of molten and flame everywhere, billions of monsters are struggling and roaring in purgatory, angels with broken wings, demon gods with broken heads, multi-legged monsters, deformed humans...Countless monsters are struggling in the flames. This has been redefined in the world, they have been forgotten, but they are not willing to be forgotten, they are always eager to restore the glory of the past.

They want to reappear and once again return the world to the ancient chaos, wild monsters gnawing on humans, and the demons in the palace swaying as the king. This is the world they desire.

But there is a force that is always suppressing them, making them unable to escape from here.

At the top of this **** world is a throne made of knives, spears, swords and halberds, soaked in blood, on which sits a thirty-six-winged angel.

The body of the former Glory Son has long been covered with black and gray, and there are wounds everywhere on its body. Most of its wings have been damaged, and several pairs of wings have been cut off by the roots and forcibly pulled out. These are given by the rebels in **** The wound it left behind.

This world has imprisoned all the powerful monsters in the old world. These monsters are so strong that they can even survive in the cracks under the confrontation between gods and demons. This world is imperfect, as long as the first and last demons have not disappeared, they can still survive.

In the eyes of all the monsters, this last angel is on the verge of extinction, and that many angels have already left this world. Only the last angel born out of a ray of God’s brilliance is still trying to guard this world. .

"It will soon be unsupported!"

In the flames, who among the wailing monsters roared that it wanted to inspire other monsters to initiate a new rebellion, but the many monsters encircled the angel on the throne, the angel with unkind intentions. Lying weakly on the throne, as if they were asleep, but they dared not get close anymore.

All monsters know that it will not last long, but just a hundred years ago, all monsters thought so, but after a hundred years, the angel that seemed to dissipate at any time never dissipated. Supported hard.

No one wants to use himself to test the limits of the former king of angels.

And only this king of angels knew that he was really going to be unable to sustain it anymore, so he had to resolve that matter as soon as possible...

"Find the sculpture that seals the heart of Satan as soon as possible..."

Above the flying saucer, a weak voice came into Uberto’s ears from the angel pendant on his neck, but listening to that voice, Uberto’s face showed nothing, he was always operating the flying saucer. Only occasionally stared at Wendy not far away, with a little distrust in her eyes.

...

In the abandoned Crystal Palace, on the chessboard, hundreds of monsters with large and small heads crawled on the ground. The sounds of the whole world were gradually converging, and in one place, an extremely small was brewing. Head.

For this monster, this head is extraordinary. It once had the opportunity to control all the heads, from "an obscure world dominator" to a real "world dominator", unifying this always chaotic monster like never before. , But it gave up, because it has more important things to do, which is far more important than what it does "king of the world".

Monsters with thousands of heads are murmuring unconsciously, but the inexplicable countries of the world are beginning to gather. The intelligence agencies of all countries are starting to operate, and they are constantly exchanging information...

To that sleeping monster ~www.readwn.com~ Humans are immature cubs, tiny bugs, but even though this cub is weak and fearful of irresistible power, it also has something to be proud of. It is the most successful creature on this planet. It defeated all the species on this planet and became the primate of all creatures. It has its own pride.

Every agent is its tentacles, and every country is its hands and feet. Even if the agent dies and the country is infiltrated, the remaining humans will continue to try to fight back until they fail completely, or they find it. An impossible chance of victory.

"Do you think you will always be in charge..."

In front of the sleeping behemoth, the newborn monster was roaring, but the sleeping behemoth was only mocking contemptuously.

...

In the depths of the earth, there is occasionally the sound of unconscious dreams. This sound rang in the minds of all the creatures on the ground. It dominates the creatures on the ground, but it is difficult for them to realize.

With the flying saucer flying to the moon, the new world and the old world, all cause and effect will end here.