Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 988 Zhao Zhuikong: Tragedy in the World (Part )
Haotian had a complicated expression. Although he knew very well that Adam had entered the main god space, he did not expect to meet Adam here.

According to Adam's original plan, he should have tried to sneak into the Zhongzhou team, and then cooperate with Adam from the inside and outside, and then blah blah blah.
It cannot be said that Haotian agrees with this plan, but it can only be said that he cannot understand it.

In his opinion, Adam dared to target the Zhongzhou team even though he knew Chu Xuan was in the Zhongzhou team. What was the difference between this and seeking his own death?

Most importantly, why was I the undercover agent? More specifically, why was I the one being sent to get killed?
Seeing Haotian's solemn expression, Luo Yinglong also became serious. Luo Yinglong asked a question very seriously: "Who is Adam?"

"My former colleague. Anyway, you kids shouldn't ask too many questions about the dark world. He must be the wise man of the Celestial Team now. That's enough for you to know."

Looking at Dora Haotian's serious expression, the people of the Atlantis team couldn't help but talk in their mind chains.

"Team Nakasu actually has a Doraemon, so what is Adam? Is it Doraemon?"

"Why not Nobi Nobita?"

"So why doesn't this Marvel Universe have Spider-Man?"

"Sister, please stop nagging. You've been nagging for more than a hundred days. I know you have resentment about strengthening Spider-Man's bloodline and then finding that your physical fitness is not as good as that of a double-created human, but can you please stop nagging? You've gone crazy!"

"I don't understand! This world even has the Daily Bugle, so why isn't there Spider-Man?"

"Go ask Sony! Mo Yu! Mute Bai Ge's microphone! Mute it now!"

Just when the Atlantis team's mind chain inexplicably went askew, a small spaceship came out of the wormhole and tried to fly towards an area in New York City.

The next second, hundreds of hellfire balls were fired at the spaceship one after another, directly blowing it up.

The demon spellcasters on the ground howled with excitement. The demon army that Mephisto had brought out was so powerful in both quantity and quality that the vanguard troops sent by the Chitauri were not enough for them to kill, not to mention that the mutants occupied a large part of the war zone.

Now the interior of New York City has gone from an alien invasion to demons fighting aliens.

To be exact, it was a hunt.

New Yorkers, who are used to seeing all kinds of big scenes, have already developed enough resistance to such small scenes. Only those country bumpkins from other places are scared by demons and aliens. The well-informed New Yorkers said they are not afraid at all. Some brave ones have already started picking up the fallen items of the dead aliens on the street, and the braver ones even went to take pictures with the demons.

The demons who couldn't show off their might in front of humans have finally encountered an ignorant alien spaceship. Of course, the demons from hell have to let this ignorant alien bumpkin see the power of the demons.

Zhao Zhuikong appeared in the city, replaced by a phantom that shattered in the spaceship.

"Huh, the situation on Earth seems to be more complicated than Adam expected."

Zhao Zhuikong dusted off his body and a playful smile appeared on his face.

A pungent smell of sulfur entered Zhao Zhuikong's nostrils, and even faster than the sulfur smell were several demons with bull heads. "Hello, have you eaten?"

Facing Zhao Zhuikong's greeting, several bull-headed demons snorted, but did not launch an attack. Instead, they turned around to look for other alien prey. There was no other way. Mephisto gave a death order that only aliens could be killed this time, and humans could not be touched.

Their boss has given a death order, what else can these little pawns do? As long as the upper demon wants, they have absolute control over the lower demons. Although the bull heads are unhappy, there is nothing they can do.

Anyway, I've taken photos with humans, so I can use a trick.
Blood and flesh were scattered, and several bull heads rolled down, dying with their eyes wide open inexplicably.

"I greeted you, why didn't you reply to me?" Zhao Zhuikong passed over the bull head and left a last sentence: "How rude."

"You are even more rude than them." A cold voice came out from the thick armor. Zhao Yingkong suppressed his excitement and said to Zhao Zhuikong: "After all, they helped the Earth kill alien invaders. You actually killed them because of a word, Zhao Zhuikong."

Zhao Zhuikong turned around, and the smile on his handsome face froze.

Zhao Yingkong came, but seemed different from what he expected.

In Zhao Zhuikong's imagination, this should be a direct fight between brother and sister, a fight between two top geniuses from the assassin family. He and Zhao Yingkong will dance in the shadows, letting death bloom on the tip of the knife. The figures of the brother and sister will switch back and forth between illusion and reality until one of them dies.
Now.
Zhao Zhuikong looked at Zhao Yingkong who was protected by a piece of iron that looked like a Michelin tire man. For a moment, he felt as if the little apple at home had grown into a big durian without him noticing.

Zhao Zhuikong really wanted to say something polite. According to his idea, he should comment on his dear little apple throughout this fight. However, Zhao Yingkong's behavior of covering herself with a layer of iron shell made Zhao Zhuikong really not know where to comment.

"Why, now that you see your dear sister, you're not going to come up and give me a warm hug?"

Zhao Yingkong controlled the Supreme God Armor and opened his arms. Zhao Zhuikong looked at the three layers of mysterious runes inside and outside the Supreme God Armor. The instinct in his heart was constantly warning him - once he was hugged, it would be no different from being hugged by the god of death.

Zhao Zhuikong's judgment could not be said to be wrong, because this layer of mysterious runes was temporarily painted by Zhu Wen for Zhao Yingkong, and the effect was good-looking! It increased the momentum.

Just like the magic circle on Li Xiaoyi's Pedanium alloy armor when he fought against the Heavenly Court invasion team. That magic circle is useless except for looking good, and its defense depends entirely on the material of Pedanium itself.

"Little sister, do you really think that putting a layer of iron shell on your body will be useful?"

"Yes." Zhao Yingkong was very confident and even knocked on the Supreme God Armor: "The Supreme God Armor, we brought it out from the Transformers dimension. It is worth an A-level side story and 30,000 reward points to the Lord God. It is a technological creation. Its effect is hard, nothing else. An ordinary demigod, such as La, can't even scratch off a layer of paint on the Supreme God Armor even if he works himself to death."

hiss.
Zhao Zhuikong was really helpless. This was a situation he had never expected.

Looking at Zhao Zhuikong who could actually gasp for air, Zhao Yingkong shook his head helplessly.

The force is not strong enough, I need to increase it.

"By the way, who is your little sister? I am your niece, uncle!"

(End of this chapter)