Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Neon people, don't pretend to be righteous people. Germans are not good people, and you are even less so." The exorcist said angrily.

"Okay, since you said so, I will admit it."

Liao Wenjie nodded, glanced at the Magic Stone, and asked curiously: "May I ask this old gentleman, which country are you from?"

"French!"

"Hiss, that's disrespectful. It's the French Empire that claims that only dwarfs and women can save it."

Liao Wenjie took a breath and exclaimed: "I thought you were wearing white just to have sex with the gay guy next to you who was wearing black. You were wearing the national flag because of your feelings. Speaking of which, there are two more ribbons, which you took along. Has the dotted line been cut?”

The terrible line made the exorcist furious, and it was not over yet. Liao Wenjie had always been good at crowding out people. He said flirtatiously: "I know when I see you, I will win this battle, and you don't have to Hold on, take off your clothes quickly and hold them up with a long stick, and when the vampires over there finish off the Americans, you can get the fruits of victory... Wait, are the vampires over there coming from the Great Empire?"

Exorcist: "..."

Really, apart from replacing Germany with American imperialism, today's scene is no different from that of World War II.

"No wonder he's gay!"

Liao Wenjie nodded repeatedly and raised his hand to give a thumbs up: "To the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France, no, but to the Hundred Years' Friendship between Britain and France. By the way, your allies are great, the saint is watching you in heaven."

"asshole!!"

The exorcist couldn't bear it any longer. He looked at Liao Wenjie with a look of unfulfillment, as if he could talk for another three days and three nights. He immediately grasped the magic stone tightly, crazily instilled magic power, and launched an overwhelming storm attack.

Boom! !

The wind column hit the whole place, and the storm turbulence raged, shattering the windows on the second floor, crushing the ground and peeling off layers of cement, and the test aircraft used to study aerodynamics in the wind tunnel laboratory was instantly twisted into a ball of scrap metal.

The vampire screamed and ran away. Scarface with triangle eyes and two genetic orc warriors were cut into skeletons by the storm, and the corpses everywhere decomposed into droplets of flesh and blood.

In the control room behind the window on the second floor, Isayama Yomi summoned a red lotus as a barrier, which was able to block the hurricane blade. However, all the instruments in the control room were destroyed, and the copywriting materials placed on the cabinet were also cut into pieces. Confetti.

When the weather was calm, the vampire touched the cuts on his face and said angrily to the exorcist: "Asshole, are you crazy? Are you planning to kill me too?"

"Shut up, you don't understand at all. Do you know how unpleasant that guy's words are?" The exorcist responded breathlessly, his anger still lingering and his voice louder than that of a vampire.

"Hard to hear? What's so ugly? You're fifty years old. What other nasty words can irritate you?" The vampire refused to accept it. It was clearly the exorcist who was looking for a reason. The purpose was to kill him and steal the gold.

The exorcist calmed down a little after hearing this, not wanting to stalemate the alliance, gritted his teeth and said: "That neon dwarf, he used our country's flag to humiliate me."

The vampire wondered: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with that white flag?"

"asshole!"

The exorcist glared at the vampire, and his nerves that had finally calmed down became furious again: "For the sake of your allies, I am giving you a chance to reorganize your language."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's all..."

The vampire suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and in a hurry, he began to blame the blame: "It's all the fault of the Germans. Their cunning has brought shame to that flag. Let's take away the gold together and let the Germans bear the infamy." "

"They deserved to be scolded!"

The exorcist groaned bitterly, and then added: "And Mao Zi, those bastards are not good people either."

"Yes, and vodka."

The vampire nodded vigorously, because Russia, Germany, Britain and France instantly realized the same hatred, and their friendship became firm again.

"You go and kill those two women. I'll go to the vault and move the gold out of the base first."

"No problem, I smell the fragrance of virgins, their blood must be extremely delicious..."

Black light bloomed in the vampire's eyes, and he suddenly thought of something, and added: "There are still three women in the vault. You can handle the men as you please, but leave the women to me."

"I know, I won't touch your food..."

Just as he was speaking, the exorcist suddenly froze, frowned and looked at the corner. Among the mottled ruins, a metal skeleton slowly stood up.

The scarred face with triangular eyes whose flesh and skin was shaved off, his true identity is a half-human, half-machine warrior transformed from a human, with an encyclopedia of murder and an encyclopedia of war implanted in his mind.

Due to technical barriers, this mechanical android warrior is not only expensive to build and cannot be mass-produced, but its electronic organs do not have imitation functions and cannot be ever-changing. It is a transitional version of the US military's "Perfect Soldier" plan.

When the technology matures and the perfect soldier emerges, this generation version can be sold as the flagship version. If the paid service of customized skin is added, the price can be doubled. It is known as the flagship version and Christmas limited collection.

"I thought the latest technology of the American emperor was genetic warriors, but I didn't expect that even the android warriors had developed finished products!"

A flash of worry flashed in the vampire's eyes. As a representative creature of the mysterious side, he was extremely disgusted with the era of aircraft and cannons, let alone black-tech artificial humans. He wished that time could go back hundreds of years.

Boys and girls at that time did not suddenly pull out a revolver from behind their buttocks when attacked.

"If you think about it from another angle, this is also a good thing. Artificial humans are much more valuable than gold." Exorcists also don't like the era of airplanes and cannons. The power of ordinary people means that the privileges of magic forces are weakened, but because of the shortened lifespan Because, he just hates it, unlike vampires who have extreme hatred.

"This piece of iron is more valuable when it is dismantled and sold in five pieces!"

The vampire said coldly, and before the exorcist could refute, his body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the android soldier.

Hiss!

Passing by, the blood-sucking claws scratched the steel torso, rubbed against the white mark, and burst out large sparks.

The red electronic eyes on the artificial man's face locked onto the target, and the palms of his hands were replaced by automatic rifles, chasing the black afterimage, and shooting metal projectiles with extremely strong armor-piercing capabilities.

The exorcist stepped aside and stopped to watch without coming to help. He believed that the slow reaction of the artificial man was no match for the vampire. He evaluated the combat effectiveness of the artificial man so as to set a reasonable price at the auction.

Whoosh!

The golden light struck at the back of the heart, and when it reached ten centimeters behind the exorcist, it was blocked by an invisible barrier. He broke into a cold sweat and looked in the direction of the attacker in disbelief.

Liao Wenjie stood up from the ruins, patted the dust on his body, took two steps forward and picked up the flying prop, the Demonic Pestle.

"Incredible, you are still alive?"

The exorcist's face was full of horror. He saw with his own eyes that Liao Wenjie was submerged by the hurricane. There should be no bones left at this moment.

He could understand that the artificial man could survive. The steel frame was extremely defensive, just like a television. As long as the core was not damaged, it could be used again after being patted.

But Liao Wenjie was clearly a body of flesh and blood, and there was no reason for him to be hit by the storm. His clothes were just torn into strips, and he was fine.

This is too exaggerated. Is it possible that some people can be so thick-skinned that they are bulletproof?

"I was lucky enough to escape the disaster, but I won't be so lucky next time. If you don't believe me, you can try again." Liao Wenjie said with a pun.

"Hmph, do you think that just by saying that, I will consume my magic power as you wish?"

The exorcist's face turned cold: "I fell into the trap just now and lost my cool for a moment, but I won't do it now."

"I don't believe it. Your army of one million people can't hold on to one building for long. I will definitely win this battle."

Liao Wenjie said emphatically. Seeing that the exorcist only had a dark face and did not get angry like before, he decisively added: "I heard that your tanks are equipped with rear-view mirrors so that the driver can better observe the situation on the front line and prevent German tanks from doing so." overtake."

"Shut up!"

The exorcist thought he could bear it, until he realized that Liao Wenjie had too many jokes. He waved his hand at him, spread his fingers, and clenched his fists.

In an instant, the air disappeared quickly, and the air around Liao Wenjie was so thin that it became a vacuum. His breathing problem was okay, but he couldn't bear the lack of sound when speaking.

He quickly rushed to the exorcist, who floated on the spot and floated to the sky above the wind tunnel laboratory with the help of the wind. He laughed and waited for Liao Wenjie to suffocate to death on the spot.

At this moment, a red line shot into the air and suddenly turned into a huge ghost hand, grabbing at the exorcist overwhelmingly.

The painting style is too evil. The exorcist screamed in fright and swung the wind blade to tear apart the ghost's hand. Then he looked at Liao Wenjie flying from behind with blood-red wings. He turned around and accelerated, rushing into the exhaust vent of the wind tunnel laboratory.

His body swayed upwards, wielding the storm to destroy the air vent bunker above his head, accelerating and accelerating, disturbing the falling quicksand, and rushed into the vast desert mid-air.

Within sight, Liao Wenjie fluttered his wings and landed firmly on the ground. He also lowered his figure with a sneer and kept a distance: "Neon Man, you are so brave, fighting on the open sand sea..."

Halfway through the words, he remembered that Liao Wenjie couldn't hear him at all, so he took the initiative to disperse the vacuum barrier and said again: "Neon man, you are so brave chasing the wind god on the empty sand sea."

"It's my turn to say this. You dare to lead me to a place where no one is around for a one-on-one. You're really brave." Liao Wenjie grinned. Since there were no viewers around, he didn't have to keep a low profile.

Clang!

With the Victory Evil Sword in hand, the evil red light blooms in a halo, alternating in cycles, dyeing the surrounding sand sea blood red.

Huge pressure hit, and the exorcist instinctively realized that something was wrong. He held the magic stone tightly in his hand and opened a strong defensive storm barrier around him.

Uh-huh!

In the middle of the desert, a red light flashed. After penetrating the hurricane, it sprinted for a hundred meters and finally turned back to Liao Wenjie.

The exorcist paused in the air, and as the wind gradually dissipated, he slowly fell down, clutching the bloody hole in his chest, and knelt on the ground. His unfocused eyes were full of fear of death.

"Save me! I will vote..."

Uh-huh!

The red light flashed again, the head was raised high, and the blood was sprinkled on the yellow sand, leaving only a headless body kneeling on the ground.

"Don't be ridiculous, what if the friendship between Britain and France, which was finally established with great difficulty, surrenders to the navy..."

There is another chapter in a few hours. Staying up late will cause your hair to fall out (my friend does this). Let’s get up and read it tomorrow.