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Chapter 393 Broken Blade

The vibration amplitude of the seven different wings is small, but the frequency is extremely fast. Even the sharp golden lion eyes can only see three blurry shadows of the wings!

After the high-frequency vibration of the seven wings, the deformed split lion projectile suddenly deflected slightly in the air, and continued to turn its head and shoot directly towards Dai Qisi's heart!

The Ancient Lion moved its position again, but the Lion-Splitting Projectile still followed her in its direction, as if it had been firmly locked on her.

Dai Qisi even deduced that based on the increasingly rapid speed of this projectile and the extremely weird high-frequency rotation, even if she gave up her dignity as a warrior and tried to avoid it, she would never be able to escape the attack of this projectile.

"It seems that this blow is inevitable."

Dai Qisi thought so in her heart.

Her lion's mouth, which had expanded to ninety degrees, slightly grinned with a meaningful smile, and resolutely stopped the continued accumulation of hot breath in her deep throat.

Then he turned towards the Split Lion Projectile, which was only a few dozen feet away, and let out a furious roar that shook the air as he fled!

Immediately in front of the lion, circles of heavy sound waves erupted that could be clearly seen by the naked eye of a mortal. The sound waves were layered like loudspeakers.

And in the center of this sound wave speaker, a blazing flame as scarlet as blood spurted out!

The ignorant villagers, shocked by the fiery power, fell to their knees, raised their palms to the sky and prayed loudly, "Allah Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!"

"Allah is really angry. The pillar of fire that shot up into the sky last night, and now the flames that are blooming continuously on the mountain of kindness... This is all the anger of Allaah!"

"Allah is punishing the infidels of Great Britain!"

The Pillar of Flames, which was originally just as thick as a mortal's waist, had expanded to the size of two people embracing each other in just three thousandths of a second. The blood-red fire dyed the entire Shanxin Mountain, even the sand tornado on the top of the mountain. The sky seemed to be covered by this firelight.

"Allah is cleaning up this dirty and muddy world!"

The scarlet flames mixed with rage, brutal hatred and fragmentation were as thick as half-coagulated blood, and the thin air nearby seemed to be ignited by this mouthful of enthusiasm.

But when they saw a large scarlet fire rising from the top of Shanxin Mountain, the bright and rich scarlet color was as if the gods were stirring up war in the sky. The anger of the gods dyed the sky red, and the holy blood sprinkled by the gods dyed it even more red. The sky turned red.

"Allah, the great, please unleash your anger!"

“Allah has appeared!”

Even the sky for miles around Shanxin Mountain was stained with blood red by this pillar of flame, as if the dawn was not rising at this moment, but had already set, and the clouds in the sky were also dyed with a lonely and desolate flame red in the twilight.

"Almighty Allah, please completely destroy those ignorant pagans!!!"

This abnormal celestial phenomenon once again shocked the hearts of the residents of the nearby villages. Their inferior vision could not capture the details of the dawn glow being ruthlessly absorbed by the vortex of the void. They just thought that today's sunrise time had been postponed for some reason, and the sky remained the same to this day. Just gray and dim.

However, these truly ignorant and fanatical believers could never imagine that the target of what they regarded as the mighty blow of Allah's wrath was only a small projectile less than the size of a fist.

The deformed split lion projectiles roared with destruction, destruction, destruction, and directly collided with the blazing pillar of flames like a giant's sword.

There was no loud explosion of violent collision, nor was there any turbulence that changed the world. The fiery breath ejected by the ancient lion is still hitting the top of the mountain at half the speed of sound.

And the deformed projectile like a split lion also roared in the huge pillar of flames, destroying, destroying, destroying, and flowed down the river. The body of the projectile disappeared quickly in the blazing flames. The four-legged wolf hooves that stepped on the void had been wiped out. Only the knees were left, twisting. More than half of the upper part of the snake body has disappeared, and even the seven abnormal wings have burned away three of their scales.

There were only three bird wings left with their feathers burned off, and two half-scale wings hiding the gap between the snake body and the wolf body.

But the will of the ancient lion hunting spear has not yet died, and the hot pain of the ancient lion's flames has further awakened its ferocious nature of the power of the many-winged one.

It no longer cares about anything, not whether it should continue to linger and hide in the butt of the gun, so that its newly emerged consciousness can be fully formed.

In this way, he can get rid of this old and dilapidated gun body and transfer it to other stronger and freer weapons. He can also better follow a real warrior to wander the world and witness different enemies and different situations. The world...but screw it!

The fragmented consciousness splintered in the pellet of an ancient lion hunting rifle cursed the newly learned mortal vocabulary.

"Fuck freedom! Fuck the new body! Fuck the vast world!!!"

"All I can fucking think about right now is destroying this lion in front of me!"

"Or destroy myself!!!"

The Split Lion Projectile roared its last words, manipulating the broken body to resolutely crash into the mouth of the ancient lion that was spitting out flames.

"Since you opened your mouth on your own initiative, I will directly stab your heart through this shortcut!!!"

A powerful and dazzling terrifying fireball erupted halfway up the mountain. The fireball was dozens of feet in diameter, and the entire ancient lion was involved in it.

In the raging flames, there seemed to be black and white, blood-like scarlet, bleak gray, dull dark red, and other mottled and strange colors intertwined and intertwined. It seemed that they were fighting to the death, but also seemed to be mixed and blended, and even more like they were fighting. annihilate each other.

Terrifying light and heat shot out in all directions like countless broken sharp knives and shattered fangs.

The steep hillside shook with violent wind and waves, and the air mixed with sand and dust fled around in panic, turning into circles of oscillating ripples.

This horrifying shock shattered a large area of ​​land halfway up the mountain, but it still refused to stop. Its desire to destroy everything seemed insatiable, and the terrifying fluctuations that penetrated into the bone marrow spread rapidly along the earth into the distance.

The foolish believers who knelt down and kowtowed and chanted the praises of Allah once again grabbed their heads from the ground. This time they raised their heads in shock. They didn't even have time to wipe away the blood on their foreheads. Their bloodshot eyes were full of excitement. With unprecedented fear and horror.

God's wrath of divine punishment, they have been able to clearly sense the crazy, nihilistic, unreasonable, and pure thoughts of destruction in the new wrath.

They faced Allah's ruthless thoughts of destruction on the world, and could not help but twitch their muscles. They raised their heads and rolled their eyes, and their stiff bodies trembled.

Out of instinct for life, their lower bodies were already wet, and a fishy and foul smell filled the entire village.

When the first villager came to his senses and looked up at Shanxin Mountain in the distance, he was shocked to find that half of the ancient mountain had cracked, like a broken sword blade.

(End of this chapter)