Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 691 Choice
In Eaton's line of defense, Jackett was still awake, but he kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Notify immediately, don't take it lightly, continue to be on guard, the war is not over yet."

His back and spine were drenched 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's all-powerful blow was really made, not only the millions of people in Eaton would evaporate in an instant, including the core army of the Seventh Empire and the emperor Alizee, would also be invisible in the flames.

That was an unbearable weight, a heart-piercing pain.

While the apostle's vast power made everyone tremble with fear, they also became more and more admirable to the ancestors of the "Eternal Light".

After persisting for a while, his legs still softened and he slumped on the chair. Jacket looked a little embarrassed and looked up, picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it fiercely.

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

The flames from the apostle's mouth just now really made them feel that the scythe of death lay across the neck and cut through the skin.

"No wonder... No wonder Grand Duke Jurgen said that as long as Anton can be driven away from Eaton, the Heaven Realm will be considered a big victory."

An officer with a wry smile murmured with lingering fear in his heart, and his point of view was unanimously agreed by everyone silently nodding.

Before the start of the war, I thought Jurgen was spineless and cowardly, but now I realized that it was just to drive him away, and he almost took over the entire Seventh Empire.

"You say, what kind of creature is that octopus? It looks terrible." Someone asked curiously.

After knowing it, the big guy who can make Anders "shut up" seems to be no less than an apostle, and he is also a terrifying beast!

How could there be such a terrifying existence in the ocean of the heavens, they didn't know anything about it.

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

"That is, if it didn't appear in time, you would be a handful of ashes now."

"I won't be eating octopus for a year."

Since it is still unclear what the situation on the frontline battlefield is, in order to avoid greater casualties, Jackett can only suppress the anxious atmosphere and order the soldiers to stand still.

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On the other side, Yelin approached An Tuen very cautiously. After being "massaged" by Mr. Luo with a whip, the eight lava-colored eyes that were the size of a crater had quietly closed.

It stands quietly on the shore, its thick limbs seem to be the pillars of the sky growing out of the sea, supporting the huge body like an island in the sky.

"Tsk, if you're not very good at eating, just go to this stop, the tourism industry can flourish, the famous scenic spot, the island of Anton in the sky."

After joking a few words, I don't know if An Tuen can hear it.

After circling around the body, I found Matega in a coma in a corner of the black volcano.

He was bleeding from all seven orifices, his face was distorted, and there were many scratches from his nails. His upper body, which was originally a purplish red and fit, now has a feeling of aging that has reached the end of his life. It is full of wrinkles and at the same time, his skin is dull.

The soul was unilaterally stripped, and Matega was too affected. He didn't explode his head or die from pain on the spot, which is already because of his extraordinary strength.

After hesitating for a moment, he first set a strong restraint on Matega, and then went back to pick up Azeroth, so as to avoid regretful accidents.

"Captain, An Tuen is not moving. There is no danger. Do you want to touch the apostle?"

Azera nodded slightly, her smiling face was like a bright spring breeze, bright and colorful, a pair of pure purple eyes, the corners of the eyes were slightly narrow and long, revealing a little charm.

With a sudden heart attack, Ye Lin laughed a few times and scratched his head a little at a loss.

"The face is covered with blood."

Handing him two wet wipes, Ezra turned her head slightly, pursed her red lips, and didn't hesitate to wipe them for him in front of Ouli and Leina.

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Anton's size is too large. When a few people stood at the bottom of the black volcano, they looked like tiny ants crawling on top of dinosaurs. When they looked up at the mountain pass that was still emitting smoke, they had the illusion of climbing a towering mountain.

Yelin reconfirmed that the seal was intact, and poured a dose of medicine into the unconscious Matega, waiting for the other party to wake up.

After setting foot in Anton, Ezra lost a little bit of sense of stability as the head of the group. She looked here and touched there, kicked and jumped a few times, with a pretty face, and it was the first time that she approached the apostle so intimately.

"Cough cough~"

Matega, who had been coughing all the time, opened her eyes in pain. The medicine Yelin was administered just now was very rude, and she choked directly into her nose.

Ou Li looked straight, her beautiful legs tensed slightly, and as long as this guy showed signs of attack, she would kick his head off.

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

Like being trampled by time for thousands of years, Matega, who has burst from a prime of life to an old age, coupled with his bloody face and desolate and desperate expression, is quite easy to make those who don't know feel pity.

However, Ye Lin nodded straightforwardly, with his hips crossed, and said confidently, "Well, that's right, I'm here to laugh at you, you bite me."

Both Ouli and Lena rolled their eyes in unison. This guy probably will never have the calm demeanor of a top powerhouse like Lord Soderos.

Boom~

Her teeth were almost crushed due to anger. Even though Matega was full of resignation, she could only lower her head and smile bitterly after calming her emotions: "Winners and losers fall short. In the end, strength determines everything."

"I don't completely agree with what you said." Ye Lin shook his head slightly, expressing his disapproval.

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

Just like the strength of the apostles such as Lotes and Di Ruiji, will they be weaker than Herder?

However, they were still carefully designed by Herder to make them extremely desolate, from the name of aloof apostles to dying and endangered bereaved dogs.

Speaking of getting closer, just now, Matega was slapped by Furman.

Azera calmed down her excited mood, walked over from the side, and asked urgently and full of puzzlement: "You are the leader of Tartan, you and the apostle Anton are in a symbiotic state and have a close relationship. This is possible in the universe. It's also the only one, why..."

In a symbiotic relationship, Matega is embracing the thigh of one of the ultimate life forms in the universe. Why is she still not satisfied and trying to manipulate Anton.

Is the power of the apostle really so obsessed and coveted?
The Delos Empire, Matega, even Yelin, and the Demon Emperor Shire mentioned by Erica, etc., all have very special and longing ideas for the power of the apostles.

Matega's eyes were sarcastic, and she first glanced at the delicate and frail Azera, then shook her head and said with a sneer, "What do you know, we Tartans used to be self-righteous, thinking that we had found a way to hunt Odin and eliminate this gluttony However, the cruel ending is that our race was defeated in the decisive battle!"

Probably recalling the past in Kronkula, Matega was obviously agitated, her voice was low and deep, but she faintly suppressed a kind of fanaticism:
"We boarded the Demon Realm, and then traveled countless dimensions with the Demon Realm, only to realize that power can determine everything! Even if he is as strong as Casillas the Conqueror, he still trembles at the name of the first apostle!"

A few words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and Matega's momentum suddenly became sluggish again, like a deflated ball, dry and shriveled, and whispered: "No one will be sad for an ant that is trampled to death. , and no strong man will cry for the weak who die, we want to get rid of the fate of following the crowd, so we use the power of Anton to strengthen ourselves."

Azera frowned slightly, she began to have some choices to understand the Tartans, 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 destruction of the planet, they were forced to go to the Demon Realm. What the Tartans suffered was that they faced a world full of strong men, and they no longer ran rampant like they did in Kronkula.

The top ones are like Anton, and the "god" in their minds is only a member of a certain level.

Moreover, when Anton lived in the center of the orbit before, he often fought with Sherlock for robbing energy, which made the Tartans on their backs shiver, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be wiped out.

Therefore, high-level Tartans such as Agnes and Medier began to use Anton's power to self-evolve.

The Tartans are a race with strong adaptability.

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

Mathega was unwilling to clenched her fists, and seemed sad: "Do you think it's comfortable to stay on Anton and accompany this gluttonous beast? Are you proud? If it's not us, there is no other choice at all!"

(End of this chapter)