Dragon Clan: My Word Spirit is refreshed every week

Chapter 370 Zhou Xuan’s beautiful senior sister, EVA, is watching you!

Chapter 370 Zhou Xuan’s beautiful senior sister, EVA, is watching you!
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xuan's wrist trembled slightly.

The black top hat in his hand suddenly disappeared out of thin air!

In the originally dead silent underground space, a violent gust of wind suddenly blew up.

The strong wind started from where Zhou Xuan was and roared towards Herzog at a speed that was impossible to detect with the naked eye.

The remaining blood-colored sea water on the ground suddenly rose up, accompanied by a thunderous roar, and splashed out two red and white slanted water walls in the air.

Feeling the terrifying oppressive wind pressure, Herzog's expression suddenly changed!

Fear and panic instantly crept into his heart, and the creepy feeling of being on the verge of death was like a cold poisonous snake, clinging tightly to his back.

will die!

Why did Zhou Xuan suddenly take action! ?
How did Zhou Xuan make his move?!
Herzog didn't see clearly how Zhou Xuan made his move, but every cell in this puppet's body was wailing hysterically and desperately!
will die!

Run away!
In this short moment, thousands of thoughts flashed through Herzog's mind, and finally settled on resentment and rage!
He immediately made up his mind and issued an order, asking the puppets holding Caesar and Lu Mingfei and the group of deadpools around them to take action immediately.

Kill Lu Mingfei and Caesar!
"My three puppets will definitely die, but Lu Mingfei and Caesar will be buried with them!"

Herzog roared hysterically in his heart!

However, before the group of dragon-shaped Deadpools and the two puppets could make any move, a strong wind carrying the breath of death came howling.

"Puff puff……"

A series of crisp and light crisp sounds rang out continuously among the group of Deadpools, like warm spring rain hitting tender green leaves, gentle and pleasant.

However, tiny holes appeared out of thin air on the bodies of those burly and ferocious Deadpools.

Those holes were only the size of a pinhole, but bright red blood gushed out violently!

Bright red spider lilies bloomed among the group of Deadpools, and the blood-red petals fluttered wantonly in the air, releasing a bone-chilling breath of death.

In less than a second, more than forty powerful Deadpools who were comparable to A-level hybrids all lost their lives!

Their muscular bodies were like toppled dominoes, falling one after another into a pool of fresh blood, splashing bright red all over the sky.

Along with the Deadpools fell Herzog's three puppets.

The dripping blood instantly dyed their clothes red.

The three puppets with identical faces stared like dead fish, their eyes full of incredible confusion and fear that penetrated deep into their bones.

"What...what is this?" One of the puppets spit out blood and struggled to raise his hand.

In that bony, dry palm, there was a pool of deep red blood.

A black thread as thin as a hair lay quietly in the blood, like the raw material of some kind of fabric.

The pupils of the three puppets suddenly trembled violently, and their dry and hoarse voices sounded like evil spirits from hell: "Hat...hat?"

Herzog instantly understood Zhou Xuan's attack method.

The next moment he threw the hat out, the finely crafted hat was broken into tens of thousands of tiny black lines under the force of his arms.

Those soft black lines then turned into deadly black needles that moved at speeds far exceeding the speed of sound, piercing all the Deadpools and the three puppets in an instant, leaving their bodies riddled with holes!

What a horrific attack.

"Yeah, a hat is enough." Zhou Xuan chuckled from above, "Why would it take time to kill a few of your puppets and these deadpools?"

"If I wasn't worried about accidentally hurting Lu Mingfei and Caesar, I would have spent some time looking for the angle. Why would I have listened to your nonsense?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xuan crushed the heads of two puppets with his feet, then grabbed the head of the last puppet with one hand and lifted him directly into the air.

"Why...why?" The puppet with blood on its face looked at Zhou Xuan with resentment.

Facing the vicious gaze that seemed to want to eat someone, Zhou Xuan smiled and shook his head.

He understood what Herzog was asking. In Herzog's view, Zhou Xuan had no reason not to accept his surrender.

The Eight Snake Clans are still in his hands, and he knows a lot about Odin's background. Moreover, he can also be a nail deeply embedded in Odin and act as an insider.

This is a win-win situation!
Zhou Xuan was able to reap a rich harvest without losing a single soldier.

This is a total pie-in-the-sky deal.

Is it because of the Caesar trio?

impossible!
Herzog had no intention of killing these three people from the beginning to the end. He went to great lengths to capture Caesar and Lu Mingfei just to get a chance to talk to Zhou Xuan.

But why?
Why did Zhou Xuan act so decisively?

Where does his hostility come from?

Herzog's heart was filled with doubts and resentment.

If he can't surrender to Zhou Xuan, what other choices does he have?

"I know what you are wondering about." Zhou Xuan squinted and looked at the puppet in his hand.

Hearing this, the puppet's eyes suddenly lit up: "Why..."

"Boom."

Before Herzog's puppet could finish his words, a slight crisp sound suddenly occurred, as if someone had smashed a watermelon.

But where are the watermelons in this underground space?

What was shattered was just the head in Zhou Xuan's hand.

Zhou Xuan crushed the puppet's head without hesitation: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste my breath."

After saying that, he shook his hand with a look of disgust, throwing the indescribable red and white object aside, leaving only a small bright silver box in his hand.

This small box was originally embedded in the puppet's cerebral cortex, and Herzog used it to control the puppet.

"Although I don't know if you can still hear my voice." Zhou Xuan weighed the bright silver box in his hand and chuckled.

"If you can, try to escape."

"If you can still get away."

……

At the same time, in a high-end single apartment somewhere in Tokyo.

Herzog's real body was sitting on a soft leather sofa.

He wore a bright silver precision metal helmet on his head, and Zhou Xuan's faint laughter echoed from the helmet.

Herzog suddenly took off his helmet and threw it to the ground with force, his wrinkled face filled with unspeakable anger and resentment.

There is still a hint of doubt.

Why did you ask me to try to escape?

Herzog frowned.