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Chapter 132 Killing in the Eastern Capital

on the standings.

Neon, No.1!
Second, the Arab world.

Third, America.

Fourth, Mao Xiongguo.

Fifth, England.

The sixth is Huaxia.

As of the last less than ten hours before the end of the version update battle, the score changes in the standings have not changed much.

Even if there are some sporadic score changes, it is only a small change and will not affect the overall ranking.

In other words, it will be the final word.

Looking at this ending, people all over the world fell into unbelievable doubts.

Originally, the momentum was great. Although it was not far ahead, Huaxia had always occupied the top spot.

Unexpectedly, at this last moment, he did not keep his position.

It even fell out of the top five!
The worm door is gone, and the worm king is dead.

Even if some of the participating bugs were killed by the Huaxia people, the points they gained would not be able to catch up with the ranking of the previous one.

Because Huaxia did not hide points.

All Chinese people couldn't help feeling sad when they saw this ending.

On the contrary, Neon next door has fallen into a national carnival!

It doesn't matter whether it's clever or not, right or wrong!
This is the result!
After all, the winner is the king and the loser, and I am willing to bet and admit defeat!

Now, neon is number one!

"First! First! First!"

"We are No.1!"

"Neon Saigao!"

The cheers were endless.

Players who have been eliminated in the major cities of Neon, plus some people who don't play games online, have come out of the streets to celebrate this carnival!
They yelled, drank, set off fireworks, and celebrated.

Neon officials did not prevent people from taking to the streets to celebrate.

Because even the police officers joined them!

Dongdu.

As the neon capital, this city has a dense population and a prosperous economy.

It is also the most concentrated place where people take to the streets to celebrate.

The city center is full of people.

Liquor bottles and rubbish litter the streets.

Someone found it with conscience and took the initiative to pick it up.

But there's still more crap being made.

However, in an alley where few people pass by, a strange sound came from here.

"click"

Flesh and bones were fused together, bitten and swallowed whole by unknown creatures.

"Low life"

"Although the energy is small, the soul is delicious."

Miscellaneous soldiers and insects have no name, nor do they deserve to have a name.

But it still counts as a member of the intelligent Death Zerg.

Matsushima Ichiro died simply, but failed to leave a complete body after death.

I bit the interface again, and finally, the bugs got tired of it.

Flesh is just seasoning to it.

The real tonic is actually the soul.

This is the superior resource for the advanced death Zerg!

"Maybe I should give myself a name."

"Eat some more souls, and I will be able to advance."

"How about the Black Bug King?"

"Hey!" "Hey!"

Miscellaneous bugs, no, they should be called the Black Bug King.

It excitedly gave itself a name by asking and answering questions, and then began a relaxed and freehand killing journey.

Although the insect king is not what it can boast, because it will offend the real insect king and cause death.

But here, on this planet, who can control it?
The worm limb flicked.

The fuzzy mass of the original Matsushima was thrown against the wall by it, and a large piece of blood immediately splashed out, staining the wall bright red.

"what?"

"Why did I come back to the game again?"

Behind him, a man who was obviously too drunk from the carnival came over staggeringly.

He wanted to cross this alley and go to another block to continue drinking dadan.

"Yah!"

"Bugs! Stop hurting my buddies!"

The drunkard hadn't woken up yet.

He looked at the bugs and the blurry things on the ground, and what he thought of was the scene of fighting with the bug swarm in the update battle.

He held the mouth of the wine bottle with his backhand and let the wine spill on the ground.

The man regarded the wine bottle in his hand as a sharp knife, and rushed forward shaking it.

then.

Cruel worm limbs streaked across his body, splitting into two.

The wine bottle shattered to the ground, and blood gushed out.

The Black Worm King was obviously not interested in the alcoholic's body.

It just inhaled the small cloud of black mist, and then walked in the direction of the dense crowd it sensed.

"Advanced!"

"Bug King!"

The Black Worm King already felt the restlessness of the power in his body.

It needs more soul!
"what!"

"Monster!"

As soon as he turned a corner, the Black Worm King was immediately spotted.

"What a realistic leather case! Is this a special film prop actor?"

Still some people can't believe it.

I am more willing to guess whether it is the leather case props of a certain Kamen Rider TV series or Ultraman TV series, which were worn out by actors.

"Ha!"

The Black Worm King shouted excitedly!
"It can even imitate the monster's cry, it's like touching it!" A bold young man stepped forward, intending to touch the Black Worm King.

then
The Black Worm King walked up to him, touched his head, and even hugged his own low-level life.

Naturally, he took a bite.

"Pfft."

It's like a big watermelon has been squeezed and burst.

Red melon flesh, white. Melon juice splashes everywhere.

It splashed on everyone around here.

Watermelon, of course, does not have melon pulp.

Can be called pulp, only.
"what!!!"

Scream!

The crowd immediately exploded and fled in all directions!
Fear spreads in everyone's heart!
Anyone who saw the birth of a headless corpse with his own eyes would probably become like this!
"Ha!"

"Haw! Haw!"

run away!
You all have to die!

The Black Insect King screamed excitedly!

It has bothered to go.

Worm Wing was shaken, and immediately sped up at high speed, chasing someone in a certain direction!
Legs are no match for wings.

And it's the wings of alien creatures.

The black worm king stretched all its limbs to both sides, flying at low altitude.

Under the high-speed flight state, the root insect limbs become the sharpest scalpels!

Along the way, wanton killing!
Wherever he went, walls cracked and people were divided.

Dots of black mist condensed into lines, flew away with it, and were sucked into the bag by it.

Eastern city center.

People sang the national anthem, drank sake, some waved flags, and played musical instruments to make noise.

Large groups of neon people are here to celebrate.

On the spacious road, the criss-crossing zebra crossings in the past are completely covered.

Vehicles were squeezed beyond a dozen streets and couldn't get in at all.

There are only people, and people, and... people.

Rushing shoulders and heels, crowds of people.

Really, a dense wall of people that even flies can't fly in!

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

It sounds like a mosquito, or the annoying sound of a fly flapping its wings.

"Arnold, did you hear anything?"

"Ah? I heard that too. I thought I drank too much, hahaha!"

"It's kind of like a bug?"

"Stupid? How can there be such a big bug?"

One person is tall.

Black streamlined body.

The bloated beetle-shaped shell has been removed.

Hard body shell, slender wings.

"Huh? It seems to be flying over."

　When the writer hugged the Black Worm King, what I thought of was the spoofed emoticon: the one where a person hugged a little green dragon comfortingly, and then his head was swallowed by it.Inexplicably funny, hehehe.

　　
　
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