Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1082 Chaos: But the funny version of the road always
"Fire! Full fire!"

All the Necrons' artillery fire was aimed at the huge dark green body. The most basic Scythe battleship was only equipped with one death ray cannon; the higher-level Bone Claw frigate was equipped with twelve death ray cannons and one Reaper cannon; the core battleship, Three-Eyed Glory, was equipped with 128 death ray cannons, 36 Reaper cannons, and one Demon cannon that would only be mobilized at the last moment.

Obviously, now is the final and most critical moment!
"Start! Start everything!"

Inside the main control room of the Three-Eyed Tribe's Glory, Xue Na's hands were frantically pressing on the virtual keyboard in front of her. Zhang Heng, who was watching this scene, felt the DNA in his body moving.

"Fuck, why do I have an instinctive urge to press a few keys when I see Xue Na typing on the keyboard? Could it be that I was a bad novel writer before I lost my memory? I might as well be dead."

When a genuine primary saint descended, the holy way was revealed, and hymns sounded, the two people in the light curtain were not affected at all.

The defense system of the Necromancer fleet was able to withstand Saint-level attacks, and with the addition of a layer of light shield added by Wu Jie, the two had no idea what was happening outside. And the two of them were chatting happily, because Xue Na was surprised to find that Zhang Heng not only looked very similar to the Zhang Heng she knew, but even his name was Zhang Heng!
Although Zhang Heng of the Zhongzhou team is obviously not the Zhang Heng that Xue Na knows, Xue Na still feels happy to meet an old friend in a foreign land. Zhang Heng is also affected by this aspect, so he can maintain his rationality under the influence of the funny power. It can even be said that another personality forcibly took over the control of the personality. It's a change!
So when the two happy and cheerful people came out of the light shield, talking and laughing, they were stunned when they saw the Holy Battlefield outside.

Have we entered a time vortex? It was calm just now, how come the outside has turned into Sarajevo in just a short while?

No matter how stupid you are, you still have to do your job.

Xue Na looked at the Three-Eyed Tribe's words and some symbols and runes flashing in front of the keyboard. Maybe she had left behind some unpleasant, or too unpleasant, memories in the moon [Kunlun Saint Armed Forces]. The password Xue Na set in the background of the Three-Eyed Tribe's Glory battleship was extremely simple, which was basically equivalent to [123456].

Anyway, the only ones in the Necron fleet who have independent thinking are Xuena and Barbie, so there is no need to make the setting too complicated.

"The Three-Eyed Tribe's Glory, enter the highest combat mode!"

"So girl, is it really okay for you to call a grave the glory of the three-eyed people?"

Zhang Heng wanted to complain about this from the bottom of his heart, but soon he wanted to complain even more!
The huge metal pyramid split in the middle, revealing the huge cannon hidden inside the pyramid. Zhang Heng didn't know what to say about this design. He was afraid that the warship would be blown up if he complained, so he simply left the warship and went to the front line to help.

However, although the design is relatively abstract, the power of the battleship is no joke.

As the core main gun of the Three Eyes (abbreviation) fired a charged shot, the surrounding space collapsed. Even the holy body of the Third Heaven Demon King was blasted open with a huge hole. Countless death series artillery fire tore countless scars on the Third Heaven Demon King's body.

The miracle of a mortal killing a saint does not meet the conditions for activation. Fortunately, even if Wu Jie does not have the authority of the second stage at this time, he is no less powerful than the First Saint, the Third Heaven Demon King.

Even better.

'Am I lacking a means of large-scale attack?'

Wu Jie thought of this problem. His skills seemed to be mainly focused on single kills. Even when facing large-scale enemies, he would copy and paste the single attack skills countless times and then accurately strike one-on-one.

"Well, this situation seems to be more suitable for Ultra Bomb, but it seems that I can't be resurrected after the explosion in my situation? How about giving it a try?"

Before Wu Jie could finish his thoughts, his body had already rushed into the body of the Third Heaven Demon King.

This is an absolute death place for any non-holy life.

Decay, disease, and the deadliest of all, the gravitational pull of a black hole sucks away the vitality of life, pulling in all the unfortunates who dare approach the most dangerous natural object in the universe.

If the radiation emitted by the Holy Body can only be survived by those who have lit up the light of their souls, then after direct contact with it, only those at the Saint level can resist it.

It was incomprehensible, but a wail that must have conveyed pain echoed from the dark green holy body.

The dazzling light severely burned this holy body. The corrupt power could not get close to the light. The tiny germs were evolved by the light. As for the extraction of vitality, can you say that a bunch of energy has the concept of [vitality]?
Wu Jie believes that it does not exist. Unless the Demon King of the Third Heaven can extract vitality from the conceptual dimension, otherwise his method of turning one-ninth of the universe into a life desert will be useless in front of Wu Jie.

As for the conceptual-level attack, Wu Jie felt that a mere junior saint did not have such ability.

'So Zhu Wen's conceptual God of Death is somewhat supermodel. Sure enough, everything becomes incredible when it comes to Zhang Heng. It's just that this incredible supermodel and abstraction seems to have not been shown for a long time. No, it seems that Zhu Wen has only shown this supermodel effect within the scope of the [Marvel Universe]. By the way, why does Chu Xuan always look very familiar with the various leaders of the Marvel Universe? Hmm, where does the dripping sound come from? '

It's been a long day
"Hey, man." Zhang Heng, wearing an ice tea suit and holding a basketball, appeared next to Wu Jie at some point.

"Oh, forget it." Wu Jie shook his head and asked, "How is Xue Na?"

"She is emotionally stable. We had a great time chatting. She is a good girl, but she lacks the warmth of a family environment."

"Yes, that's right. Logically, you two should have met each other a long time ago." The Z series story can have nothing but Zhang Heng. Each story is of different lengths, and most of them are not finished, and they are not even in the same multiverse. But Zhang Heng exists forever. If he doesn't exist, it's just because the story is too short and Zhang Heng hasn't had time to appear.

——This is the law of our ancestors and cannot be changed.

As a part of the orthodox infinite diversity, Zhang Heng's existence is a foregone conclusion in The Beginning of Death, and he is destined to be entangled with the [protagonist]. Pei Xi, who was still Pei Jiao at that time, was destined to be entangled with Xue Na because of Fuxi's plan.

In this way, Zhang Heng and Xue Na were destined to know each other.

A memory that did not belong to him but was definitely his emerged in Zhang Heng's mind.

It was in a small mountain village. A young man who was supposed to be optimistic and cheerful but had no perseverance came to the village with an urn and became a village teacher. Five years is a long time, but it is not short either. In an accident, he fell into a torrent that had just melted the ice and died in the stream.
After that, he met a young man, a handsome young man. At first, he thought it was a ghost messenger from the underworld, such as the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons, Black and White Impermanence, etc. He also complained about the underworld's advancement with the times. The ghost messenger was actually wearing casual clothes. Shouldn't he wear something more serious for such a formal mission?
Later he found out that it was not a ghost messenger, the young man was called Pei Jiao.

He followed the young man to a place called Easter Island, and then a fierce battle broke out on Easter Island. Although he had just died, his own strength was quite good, especially after he got the silver longbow. Then it was the fantasy land of Atlantis, where he and Xuena met. Although he, or most of them, had a very unpleasant first meeting with Xuena, anyway, after a very long time, they became partners.

Until the end, the young man who helped him cut off his sins and made him a soul master, the young man named Pei Jiao, became the Human Emperor. It was a pity that he could not follow Pei Jiao to the end. In a battle with the elves, he forcibly broke through to the level of Demon King, activated a mode, and finally died.

But he is not completely dead. The scattering of his soul does not count as complete death for him. As for his true spirit, there are indeed existences in the multiverse that can have an impact on his true spirit, but it is obvious that the negative multiverse cannot.

The soul breaks into pieces and returns.
There are many memory cards like this that do not belong to Zhang Heng, but Zhang Heng has only this one that can be fully unlocked.

"Xue Na is a poor person. Wu Jie, I really want to help her."

"I understand the truth, but can you tell me this somewhere else?!"

Wu Jie, who was still destroying the body of the Third Heaven Demon King, was numb. He was fighting! He was fighting with a primary saint! Do you have to come and interrupt at this time?

The Demon King on the third day was now in a state of shock and anger. He tried to escape, tried to split himself, tried to defend himself, but it was all in vain.

Because the Demon Cannon on the Three-Eye is almost fully charged!
Xue Na was not fighting alone. The two people who rushed into the body of the Third Heaven Demon King restrained the Demon King very well, and Wu Jie also discovered one thing: this Demon King seemed to be a little too biased. Rather than being a demon god, it would be better to say that he was a [Demon King] with some of the means of a Saint.

Zhang Heng released plasma fireworks rays that converted energy, and complained: "Have I seen this situation there? No, I have definitely seen it. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I must have encountered a similar situation."

The Third Heavenly Demon King tried his best to refine the two people who rushed into his body, but he was refined by them bit by bit. At this time, the Third Heavenly Demon King's eyes, which were not very smart, suddenly seemed to be half offline, replaced by a pair of vertical pupils, and the spore bacteria that originally constituted the body of the Holy Dao also quietly turned into a tiny snake shape at this moment. Wu Jie did not notice this, and the Three Eyes, which was invaded by the snake-shaped radiation, failed to issue an alarm in time.

"Do you have to use the power of plasma sparks?" Wu Jie released his strength with all his strength, and Zhang Heng beside him was doing the same!
"The Tucao energy is about to explode. It will consume a lot of energy if it is converted into other energies! Besides, among all the special energies that can deal a lot to this guy, isn't your plasma spark power the one I am most familiar with? Wait a minute! I understand what you mean!" Zhang Heng slapped his thigh and shouted loudly: "Get ready, I'm going to use my power!!!"

"Wait, wait a minute! Zhang Heng, what are you going to do——"

Under Wu Jie's horrified gaze and the Third Heaven Demon King's desperate gaze, the light on Zhang Heng's body began to change rapidly, transforming in a direction completely opposite to the power of the plasma spark!
"Fuck! Stop! Stop!"

The power of plasma sparks and the power of anti-plasma sparks, two energies with completely opposite properties, collided violently. The power of anti-plasma sparks even perfectly matched the requirements of annihilation with plasma sparks. No matter what kind of energy it is, there will be some waste in the process of annihilation, but the anti-plasma sparks converted from Tucao energy will not. When the two forces annihilated, they generated an unimaginable huge power, which tore the holy body of the Third Heaven Demon King in an instant.

"Spark·Sky-opening Bomb!"

But at this time, the firing of the Demon Cannon also began. It was the ultimate collapse, ultimate destruction, and ultimate death. The original intention of the design of the Demon Cannon was to target the Demon (saint), and the best way to destroy the body of a saint is to completely seal the body and then destroy it. In this regard, the chief designer of the Three-Eyed Glory should have borrowed concepts such as the Retraction Cannon, Collapse Weapon, Gravity Weapon, and the Ancient Right Hand.

"The Demon God's retreat ends!"

The Demon Cannon's beam just hit the power of the Creation Bomb. Now, the Creation has happened, the End has happened, what's next?
The two forces suddenly merged together, and the universe suddenly produced the sound of objects breaking apart, and then the earth, wind, water, and fire all rushed out, but they quickly disappeared. To be precise, the word "dissipated" is not accurate, it should be that the earth, wind, water, and fire were all smashed into a mass by this force, and stirred into a misty ash!
——Did you even calculate this? ! !

The Third Heaven Demon King's limited consciousness quickly dissipated, but at the moment when the misty gray appeared, at this critical moment of life and death, the Third Heaven Demon King's will that was about to be dispelled instantly recovered clarity. The Third Heaven Demon King and the snake roared almost in unison: "Tzeentch--!!!"

The next moment, there was nothing.

Only the gray chaotic airflow announced that a battle had broken out here, a war involving multiple parties.

"Our vision has been interrupted, fellow Daoist, it seems we have all missed him by a hair's breadth."

(End of this chapter)