king of black mist.

Chapter 263 "Spring"

The news brought by the stone beast became more and more desperate.

The Central King sometimes couldn't help suspecting that there was a communication problem between himself and the stone beast, or that the stone beast was manipulated by the earthlings.

Why in just twelve days, the beautiful and brilliant Four Seasons Star was trampled by human hands like a flower?

The night was about to pass, and the sun was spreading on the ground. She remembered a time when she and her father rode a horse to train in the early morning. The father pointed to the sunrise in the distance and said, "Son, look, the stone beasts are washing their faces with the sun's rays."

She raised her face up to let the sun wash her cheeks and let the wind dry them.

May the wind and light bless me, protect the four—

A strong force came from the arm, King Central opened his eyes, and she was pulled into the crevice of the stone, surrounded by the captain of the guard clinging to the stone wall, whose whole body was as tight as a rock.

Opposite her and the captain, on the other side of the stone gap, the court warlock held the scepter tightly, silently praying to the wind and light.

The Central King realized something. She looked out of the cracks in the rocks. The soldiers hid in the shadow of the roots of the top-shaped rock pillars, with their eyes closed tightly, and their expressions seemed to be unable to breathe.

The stone beasts that washed their faces with the sun's rays shrank their bodies one by one and turned into stones.

The roar was approaching.

The Central King raised her face, a strong breath came from the west, and her throat made a swallowing motion.

coming!

It was just a bombing-like explosion, and the opponent had already passed by and disappeared in the direction of the rising sun.

The dust billowed on the ground, like a long dragon chasing a gas explosion.

"Ha ha."

The soldiers gasped in fear in the camp, as if waking up from a nightmare.

The king of the central government did not experience the battle of the fall of the capital. Three days before the start of that war, she left the capital under her father's order.

"That person is the Earth God who killed my father?" She looked east.

"Yes." The captain replied.

There were many people in the angry explosion. They didn't say whether they were male or female, their appearance, or their age, but just by looking at them, they knew that the person was different.

The smell of blood was all over his body, and there was a mountain of blood and a sea of ​​corpses behind him, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Just looking at him is like rolling in muddy water, and the skin on his body is as tight as muddy water after it has dried naturally.

How many people were killed?thousands?Thousands?Or hundreds of thousands?No, it's millions.

"Are you sure it's safe here?" the captain asked the magician.

"There is no problem with the enchantment, but is it safe?" the magician wiped his sweat.

The king of the central government clenched the sword in his hand, looking at the long dragon of smoke and dust in front of him who did not want to be silent for a long time.

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"Brother, the mecha is so advanced, why not use it to find the "Crown"? "

"No matter how powerful the gun is, you can't expect to use it to order takeout, it's not for that, and I haven't seen the "Crown" at all, I don't know its appearance, and I don't know its ingredients. "

"Oh." Li Qianxia nodded, and asked again, "Have you tried it?" There was suspicion in her tone.

"tried."

The younger sister let go of the older brother.

After leaving autumn, they did not go in a straight line to spring, but circled a little bit, sticking to the intersection of summer and the center, flying from west to east.

During the few days when the "General Earthquake Passing by" kept triggering earthquakes, the central population lost a lot, and almost all the cities were deserted—with the help of stone beasts, the news was transmitted faster than Li Changzhou's flying.

The fleeing central man has two options.

First, hide in the wilderness stone forest in the center, lower your head like a stone beast, don't look at the sky, and attract the attention of people flying in the sky;

Second, go to another season.

At that time, there were earthlings in spring and there were also earthlings in autumn. People in the middle either went to winter or summer, depending on whether they were more resistant to cold or heat.

After the Battle of the Central Capital, Li Changzhou went to the winter and cleared some larger exiled troops along the way.

Now return from autumn, walk close to the intersection of summer and central, and clean up those central people who are resistant to heat and choose to go to summer.

The team with a small number of people did not take action. Killing is very important, and time is more important. Today is the No. 12 day. Whether they can return to their hometown, Earth, depends on the efforts of the last few days.

"There is danger ahead!" Xiao Luobo, who was squatting on the clouds and building a forest, suddenly shouted.

Soda Biscuit put on the earphones, closed his eyes, and the auspicious clouds flew over, and slowly followed the exile team in front of him. These people turned a blind eye to the auspicious clouds in the sky.

Tens of thousands of ordinary people have been reduced to slaves at this time, and each of them is carrying the maximum weight they can bear on their backs. Only in this way can they barely transport all the property of the city lord.

"The highest combat power is 421." Xiao Wu glanced around.

"I'll do it." The deadly flame on another auspicious cloud stood up, "Psycho, you come and help me, and the battle will be resolved quickly."

"Psychiatry is not a disease, they just give their bodies to instinct, and instinct is the strongest! Ahahaha!" As he said that, the psychiatrist jumped off the auspicious cloud like crazy, until the end, he didn't use his ability.

Therefore, when these refugees saw a psychiatrist who was bleeding from the head, as if a lost child had finally seen his hometown, they immediately thought that he was really a lost refugee.

Then, everyone who looked at him went crazy.

Li Qianxia said to Little Carrot, "Is it fun?"

"It's fun." Every time Yaochi summoned Xiangyun, Xiaoluo would pinch the forest with clouds, and repeated.

"Where is the fun?"

"Um"

Li Qianxia waited for Xiao Luobo to answer, Xiao Luobo thought about it, and started playing seriously again, and forgot to answer.

Little radish leaves the forest where he grew up and enters human society. Is it the same as the earthlings leaving the earth and coming to the Four Seasons Star?
"Leave the body to instinct." Li Changzhou thought about this sentence.

Yang Qinglan casually tapped her thin shoulder with Ruyi.

The deadly flame and the mental patient returned, Xiangyun continued to fly towards the spring, Li Qianxia looked back, and those slaves who had lost their freedom were freed forever.

In the face of death, everyone is equal, and no one can be a slave to anyone. Maybe.

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The tracer shells of anti-aircraft guns looked like strings of bright light spots in the night sky.

The sound of the explosion is far away, so even if the night sky is filled with these light spots, the world is still peaceful and quiet.

There was a burning pain in the signal lamp's muscles from overuse.

"Be careful."

His heart skipped a beat, but both physically and mentally were too numb to respond immediately.

"Dole! Dole!" The 'house number' of the Special Operations Bureau appeared beside him, and the shield was full of arrows.

The semaphore raised its hand and thrust out the spear in its hand, piercing a flower that was twisting and transforming into a human shape.

There is one more.

He turned around and saw 'Doorplate' raising his shield, roaring and rushing forward, brutally pressing the opponent under the shield.

The opponent is very flexible, using tree-root-like limbs to resist the "open space" of the shield without arrows.

The signal light took a step forward, then stopped again, three, no, four arrows shot from the dark.

He blocked two, then caught up again, and blocked one for the 'door plate', and the other penetrated firmly through the shield-holding forearm of the 'door plate'.

The power of the arrows is terrifying, every arrow that flies is like a heavy hammer being swung with one's hand.

There is poison on it.

Tree poison, the arrow is like a seed, spreading in the body of the person hit by the arrow.

"House number!"

'Doorplate' put his shoulder against the shield, freed his hand and pulled out the arrow. He used the arrow as a weapon and stabbed the struggling forest elder under the shield.

The strength of the struggle instantly increased, almost overturning the 'house', but this strength immediately weakened and disappeared until it disappeared.

"Your arm." The signal lamp crouched beside the panting 'door number'.

He could feel those forest elders, whose bodies and spirits had become numb and sluggish because of the fighting, staring at his back.

Crazy stress.

The signal light pulled out the dagger, and cut off the right arm of 'House Number', blood spurted out, and the palm and forearm fell to the ground.

From the section of his arm, he grabbed three tree roots that were trying to get in, and pulled them out fiercely.

A flower deformed behind the signal light, and the bow and arrow aimed at them. The eyes of the 'house number' bloodshot because of pain stared at the arrow, full of madness and tyranny.

The flower canceled its transformation, and the forest elder gave up the attack. Up to now, there are only four of them left, and "Spring" is still in the opponent's hands. They cannot die and must win.

Get back the artifact!

Tonight's moonlight is very bright, no matter what color the flowers are during the day, they are all dyed silvery white at this time.

The night wind blows, like the light waves of the moonlight.

Every flower looks at two people.

The signal light threw away the snake-like twisted roots, and touched his pockets, only to realize that the medicine had already been used up halfway.

He reached out to hold the 'door number': "Can you still move?"

The left hand with the door plate intact pushed him away.

"Go!" His voice still carried the pain of a broken arm.

The signal light felt something extra in his hand, spherical.

"Run." The voice of the house number became calmer, panting slightly, "Leave this to me."

"How can I walk alone?!" Even if the brain is numb, the traffic lights still know this.

"I'm holding them back with all my strength."

"You don't even know where they are!"

The house number picked up his right palm and threw it out, and a flower twisted its waist to avoid it.

"Go." The door plate didn't look at the flower, and his eyes were fixed on the signal light. "If you run fast enough, you can bring someone to rescue me in time."

His intact left hand re-erected the shield.

"Okay, wait for me to come back!"

The two stood up at the same time, the signal light stood up, but there was no house number. He turned his head and saw a root-like object writhing under the skin on the neck of the house number.

One more!
There is only one, it can only make people unable to move, and it cannot be fatal.

"Leave me alone! Let's go!" the house number roared in pain.

In the sea of ​​flowers, four flowers transform at the same time, and four arrows are aimed at them.

"Dang! Dang!" After shooting two arrows into the air, the signal lamp staggered and its arms went numb.

The strength coming from the arrow is much, much weaker, and he still has even one-tenth of the strength to be able to
It was these feeble arrows that exhausted all the air in his lungs, almost causing him to fall down.

The other two arrows leave the bowstring.

Door Brand struggled to swing the shield, using the weight of his body to knock down the two arrows.

"Run." He froze there completely, without a trace of fear in his voice.

The signal light glanced at the 'house number' that could no longer move.

For the next four hours, he kept running.

The two sides are like wolves and people who are hungry to the limit. Whoever falls first will become the other's food.

Not far from the battlefield, although the tracer bullets of the anti-aircraft guns are gone, the sound of fierce guns can be heard.

Once there, the mission is accomplished.

Survive, go back to Earth, go back and continue shooting signal lights.

The four forest elders could no longer draw their bows. They held the arrows in their hands like daggers and followed behind him.

The signal light slowly slid across his face with a spear, and he reacted numbly to the pain. He became more awake, and the other party would not let him go this last part of the journey.

The forest people came up.

Signal Light clenched the bloody spear in his hand.

"Haha." They gasped and looked at each other.

The semaphore has no anger, no fear;
The forest man does not and does not have anger, hatred, resentment;

They are indifferent and don't care, and only one of them can leave here alive.

"Kill!" The forest man rushed up.

Just at this time, the No. 13 sun climbed out of the horizon.

The dew splashed, and the traffic light thought how many times he could fight the opponent to death. Two?one?Maybe not even one.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Four gunshots sounded, and the forest man was blown into sawdust. 'Oman' was wearing a black sports vest and a short skirt of the same color, and a dark red scarf around his neck. on the branches.

'Hip-hop Girl', 'Fire Phoenix' and 'Childhood Village' stood on other branches.

They were covered in blood, their clothes were torn, and they stared at the signal lights in front of them with tired eyes.

"Where are the others?" Oman asked the signal light, his voice hoarse.

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Aman looked behind the signal light, the house number was lying on his back, his right hand was cut off from the small arm, and the snake-like creature was swimming on his skin.

"What happened to him?" Aman asked.

"Signal light?"

"traffic light?!"

The signal light fell straight to the ground, holding the left hand of the door plate, and tightly grasping "Spring", the blood stuck the weapon to the right hand.

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The signal light opened his eyes and found himself lying in the infirmary of the marching tent.This is the equipment of the Special Warfare Bureau, which equals a small base after unfolding.

There was a clicking sound like an apple being bitten.

"woke up?"

He looked over, and the house number was biting an overly regular cylindrical fruit—it looked like a thermos cup. He was lying on another hospital bed, with a medical bandage on his severed right arm.

Noticing the look in his eyes, the door card raised his right arm and said, "After you go back, you can have someone help you grow it."

The head of the signal light was still a little dizzy and didn't speak.

"Thank you." The doorplate said again.

"How's the situation? How many days has it been?" The signal light woke up slightly.

"No.13 at noon, just after lunch time." The house number bit the fruit, picked up another from the plate with his left hand, and threw it to him.

The signal light catches it, the fruit is the size of a fist, with toad-like bumps on the surface, it looks disgusting, but it smells delicious.

Doorplate took the fruit from his mouth and took another bite by the way:
"Everyone will make peace, and there are 28 left. The only ones with no casualties are Li Changzhou's group. Even the pygmy marmosets that were not counted before survived."

79, no, counting the dwarf marmosets, there are a total of 28 players, and now there are only [-] left, thirteen days of heavy losses.

"Where's the crown? Any news?" the traffic light asked again.

"A piece of news that isn't news." The house number dropped the core, and picked the pulp between his teeth with his left hand, "'Scout' found the daughter of King Central, but they are not sure if the crown is in her hands."

Signal Light stood up and was about to walk out of the tent.

"I advise you not to go out."

The signal light has already touched the curtain with one hand, and the sound insulation effect of the tent is very good. Even if you stand by the curtain, you can't hear the movement outside.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

The house number rested his left hand behind his head, looking as if he was full and ready to go to bed, and said, "Who do you think is suitable to wear the crown?"

"Does it matter?"

"It's more important than your life, my life, and everyone's life."

"Civil turmoil?"

"Bah!" The number plate spat out the fruit between his teeth.

".What was the reason for my narrow escape yesterday?"

"At least the two of us survived."

The signal light sat back on the hospital bed, his eyes were blank, he bit the fruit in his hand, and the fruit actually overflowed with white pulp like a toad.

(End of this chapter)