Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 672 2100
Night time, 20:22.

The outskirts of Madam Daisy's castle are less than ten kilometers away.

A heavy motorcycle is coming at a high speed.

At its tail, a long string of black and red smoke was trailed, and the smoke was billowing.

The front of the heavy motorcycle is riddled with holes.

The windshield glass was completely shattered, the handle connected to the front of the car was cut in half, and even one of the lights directly in front was broken.

The body made of special metal had a long knife inserted diagonally into it, and there were dozens of bullet holes.

Through these gaps, one can see the crazy burning engine of the heavy motorcycle, glowing orange, burning out the last bit of energy.

"Hang in there, we're almost there!"

Punk's voice became hoarse and deeper.

Punk continued to shout her name loudly.

Elsa's voice was very small and weak, but she spoke much more than usual.

"elder sister?!"

"Can you complete the mission entrusted by Master Zhan?"

Sister Elsa's head was hanging weakly on her shoulders, and her long golden hair dancing in the wind could not block the view further behind.

"How's it going? Is bringing your sister the best decision you've ever made?"

Feeling the sharp pain in her chest, Aisha twisted her face in pain and asked pretending to be relaxed.

"Elsa? Elsa!"

"If not, if I hadn't helped you block this sneak attack."

That's a spear!
The spear was aimed at the driver, Punk, but because Aisha was sitting in the back, she blocked the sneak attack for Punk!
In other words, it was at least half an hour ago that this spear penetrated Aisha's body!

"I'm here, Punk, you're so noisy." Elsa lay on her stomach, putting all her weight on Punk.

His eyelids drooped as he spoke, so heavy that they seemed likely to close at any time.

He was driving a heavy motorcycle while turning his head to look back.

This abnormality caused Punk, who was about to fall asleep, to wake up suddenly.

The scenes of getting along with Aisha kept flashing back in Punk's mind. He once again experienced the pain of losing a loved one!
"Well." At this moment, a very slight voice sounded in Punk's ear.

"Elsa! Sister! Sister!"

After he finished speaking, Aisha, who was lying on top of him behind him, did not move at all.

The strong wind from the speed of the heavy motorcycle made her skin cold and her face was numb.

This sound was extremely small, but to Punk, it was nothing less than celestial music.

Beyond that, there was nothing more he could do.

Fatigue, sleepiness, and a huge consumption of energy, Punk was almost at the point of running out of fuel.

Because she knew that she was going to die.

If you don’t say a few more words, you won’t be able to say anything anymore.

Punk turned the accelerator to the limit, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Are you crying?" Elsa asked.

"What are you thinking? The wind is too strong." Punk cursed back.

"How much did you charge for completing Master Zhan's mission this time?"

"Ten sand dollars."

"Ten sand dollars... is too little... there must be twenty for the two of us. When you complete the task this time, increase the price."

"You're not young anymore. You can't just hang around like this all the time. It's time to find someone you like."

"Punk..."

"Sister, please stop talking! Just hold on, we are about to reach our destination." Punk stared at the castle in the distance, and the suspension bridge outside the castle gradually became clear in his sight. .

"Sister, you won't die." "Master Zhan is the ninth level of the strongest, he must have a way to save you!"

"Sister, you are not allowed to die!"

Rumble!
The heavy motorcycle speeds on the suspension bridge at the highest speed.

At this time, a lot of black was pouring out of his eyes again.

The closer you get to the controlling body of the thought stamp, the less you can control your own thoughts.

Even if it is Punk, even if he has just been stamped with the ideological stamp not long ago, no matter how tenacious his consciousness is.

Punk's eyes were fierce and crazy, and he hit the head of the heavy motorcycle fiercely.

The next second, the heavy motorcycle drove onto the thick rope of the suspension bridge at an incredible angle.

The rope that can support the lifting and lowering of the suspension bridge can carry a heavy-duty motorcycle weighing half a ton.

But this is a real "tightrope walk", and it is done on a motorcycle, which can be called an acrobatic operation.

Punk did it!
The closed gate of the castle could not stop him.

He pumped up the power, and the heavy motorcycle roared to its ultimate limit.

This roar pierced the dead silence of the night sky.

This roar also made Punk drive his heavy motorcycle over the castle gate, fly over the thick city wall, and the huge crowd controlled by the ideological stamp!
At the last moment before losing consciousness, Punk saw the Korean War in the center below.

It was at this time that Han Zhan raised his head to follow the sound and looked towards the sky, the Tianwai Motorcycle!

"Master Zhan!"

"This is your commission worth ten sand dollars, we did it!"

Aisha, who was dying, couldn't see where Han Zhan was, but she remembered the smell of Han Zhan, so when Punk shouted his last cry, she completely let go of the hand she had been clenching.

A cylindrical key made of eternal sand that sparkles with dreamy light,
It fell impartially to where Han Zhan stood.

Mrs. Daisy, who reacted, also screamed and rushed towards here.

One punch.

No one saw clearly how the Korean War moved.

Mrs. Daisy was knocked back by the terrifying force and crashed into the crowd of people. She was seriously injured along with those standing on the city wall.

0.01 seconds.

Han Zhan raised his hands high above his head.

On both of his wrists, the energy suppressor shackles were pulled straight, revealing the deep circular keyhole in the center.

0.02 seconds.

The dreamy and bright cylindrical key just happened to fall into the circular keyhole.

Then, everyone heard a very clear "click" sound.

The energy suppressor shackles were opened!
In a moment, the surging spiritual energy surged in Han Zhan's body again. He immediately fired a white spiritual energy into the Punk and Elsa siblings who fell in the sky.

Then, he raised his sword without looking.

With his feet as the center line, Pei Mono's uncontrollable sword energy surged out, cutting the majestic giant castle in front of him into two halves!
At this moment, another figure that had not made a move for a long time but had been lurking appeared and threw a golden invitation letter to Han Zhan.

The moment Han Zhan received the invitation.

In his ears, a voice of indeterminate gender sounded:
"Welcome to [Sandbox Game]!"

Mass took action.

In order to suppress the overwhelming fighting power of the Korean War, they finally dragged the Korean War into a "sandbox game".

One of the rules of [Sandbox Game]: Players themselves cannot interfere with the normal process of the game.

This also means that even if Han Zhan has astonishing combat power, he will no longer be able to affect Yongsha Star.

It's night time, 21:00!

(End of this chapter)