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“Quack-”

Above the dome, a shrill hissing sound echoed.

The flapping of wings echoed, and the sea of black-pressed bats stood under the blue sky.

Those densely packed little bats, each of which is a derivative of vampires, can instantly suck the blood of human beings and turn them into food for vampires.

“Vampire?”

Standing in the courtyard of the manor, Kazumi raised his head and gazed at the scarlet clouds in the air.

Millions of bats, like a tide gathered in one place, are terrifying and terrifying.

However, that’s about it.

“Knock knock—”

The solemn and dull sound of the Daocheng Temple bell echoes on this land.

Kazumi Makoto’s eyes narrowed slightly, raised his head, and looked at the black-pressed sea of bats with his usual face.

Flames, silently pouring out.

“Whaa

Above the heavenly dome, a fiery Samadhi True Fire ignited within the field of vision of Hequan Makoto.

A cluster of brilliant fireballs condensed and exploded in an instant, turning into a cloud of fire that covered the sky.

On Waizumi’s wrist, the Buddha beads equipped with the interpreter are emitting a faint Buddha light.

Basic Spiritual Attributes: 11692338

Today, the basic spiritual attributes of Hequan Cheng have reached more than twenty times that of ordinary people, whether it is Nian Power or Samadhi True Fire, the power is not the same.

In an instant, the turquoise blue sky was flattened by a cloud of fire.

“Whaa

One by one, the blood-red bats were directly engulfed by the blazing fire cloud, turning into a cloud of blood mist and dispersing.

And the scarlet blood mist turned into fuel for the fire cloud.

The dim dusk shines brightly against the backdrop of the sea of flames.

Raise your head and face the direction of the gate.

Makoto Kazumi chuckled and gazed at the Spirit Spartacus in the pavement blast crater.

“Come on…”

At this moment, it is like the line in Walther’s defense of Sarajevo:

——The earth is shaking, as if 040 Buddha the sky is burning, yes, the storm is coming.

The flames erupted and exploded.

The ringing of the bells of Dosei Temple gradually faded.

At this moment, Kazumi Makoto drove the flames with his own heart and turned into two majestic palms.

“Boom-”

Step on the ground, jump.

In an instant, thousands of basic physique attributes made Hequan Cheng burst out with physical strength comparable to Ying Ling.

Climbed over the wall and crashed down the chaotic streets.

Innocent people have been scattered as beasts or reduced to mutilated corpses.

The ninja are still suppressing Yingling Spartacus.

However, conventional thermal weapons could not do any damage to the Spirit at all.

“Roar!!!”

The man wrapped in flames was seen, and Spartacus, lying in the crater and baptized by artillery fire, roared.

Wielding a short black iron short sword, he struggled to get up from the crater.

“Wha-”

The bullets of large-caliber sniper rifles could not leave marks on his body, but the terrifying movement made him lean back and stand up with difficulty.

“O oppressor!!!”

Roaring, roaring like a wild beast.

The heroic spirit of this berserker got up, carried the strafing of machine gun bullets his back, and jumped out like a wild beast.

“Wha-”

The little giant more than three meters tall turned into a virtual shadow and instantly got rid of the crosshairs of the gun.

At the same time, Makoto Kazumi also raised his palm.

“Whew-”

The golden Samadhi True Fire gushed out.

The flame of up to thousands of degrees is enough to melt steel iron into molten iron.

The flames seemed to condense into substance, and they were driven by the power of the mind to face Spartacus head-on.

At this moment, the two are close at hand!

Collision –

No!

Disappeared.

At the moment when the flames collided with the heroic spirit, Spartacus suddenly disappeared in midair, and only the blue magic light dust slowly collapsed and scattered in the air.

Spiritualization

The berserker who turned into a ghost disappeared.

“O oppressor! Die! ”

In the ears, a thunderous roar sounded!

The black iron short sword without a blade slammed down

A strong wind suddenly came from behind…

At this moment, the two were close at hand, and there was nowhere to dodge.

“Hey…”

However, Kazumi Makoto grinned and also had a distorted smile on his face.

……

Time, stopped.

“The——World”

The world became gray and colorless.

In this stopped world, only Kazumi Makoto and his golden avatar still retain their original colors.

Turning around, facing the blade that stopped overhead, Kazumi sneered.

“Whew-”

Raise your hand, and thousands of degrees of golden flames rush up!

He gradually retreated and distanced himself, and the Samadhi True Fire had already wrapped Spartacus.

“Knock knock—”

In his arms, the bell of Daochengji rang loudly.

At this moment, the flame became sticky and was reshaped by the majestic magic into the shape of an ancient bronze bell, firmly enveloping Spartacus in it.

“Burn him out.”

Muttering, time, began to flow again.

“Shh!!!!!!hh

The black iron short sword continued to swing, and Kazumi Makoto had already taken advantage of the time to stop dodging.

The inevitable sword swung into the air, and the hot flames wrapped the warriors who symbolized resistance.

“Shhhh

The blazing heat melted the spirit body of Spartacus.

The skin is carbonized, the shell turns into a scorched black dirt, and even the bones become crispy…

However……

“Disappeared again?”

In Hequan Cheng’s perception, the heroic spirit that had just been smelted by the Samadhi True Fire disappeared in an instant.

The power of the mind swept away, but no spirit body approached.

The enemy, there is no trace …

In the sky, the sea of bats under black pressure also gradually collapsed under the engulfment of the fire cloud.

Millions of blood-colored bats, after being burned most of them, slowly fell from the sky.

These bats are like a scarlet blanket, shrouding everything on the earth.

Presumably, everything shrouded in this blood-red sea will be sucked dry of blood in an instant, and all of them will turn into part of the vampire bat.

“Still want to resist?”

Looking at the sea of bats (cade) slowly falling in the air, Kazumi raised his hand and gently shook it in the air.

“Whaa

The fiery fire of Samadhi reignited again.

The fire cloud burning in mid-air shattered, turning into a rain of fire all over the sky.

The flames fell like rain and covered the entire land.

“Quack-”

One by one, the bats fled in panic.

However, the Samadhi True Fire seemed to have life, chasing those small and sensitive bats.

Most of the bats had turned into fuel for the true fire, and they decisively scattered and fled, dodging the flames that burned everything.

“It’s not enough.”

Sighing, Kazumi closed his eyes.

The power of thought bursts out like a spider’s web.

In an instant, Nian Power stirred the air and was evenly applied to bats with a radius of hundreds of meters.

“Crunch-”

The braincases or wings of bats are crushed, fall from the air, or turn into fuel for real fire.

The rest of the blood-colored bats also flew slowly under the lag of Nian Power, were caught up by the blazing rain of fire, and finally burned out.

At this point, millions of bats, except for a few thousand fish that slipped through the net, all turned into fuel for the real fire.

“This power, it’s really good.”

Stand on the asphalt pavement full of cracks.

Looking at the street that seemed to have suffered from a natural disaster, Kazumi grinned and smiled most sincerely.

In the air, the smell of scorching smell fills.

On the streets, the burning and exploding cars were still burning in flames, and some cars were trampled by Spartacus, turning into iron cans spilling blood.

Hundreds of civilians died here, and hundreds of millions of dollars of wealth were wiped out.

At this moment, Kazumi sang from the bottom of his heart about the greatness of power.

“Jingle bells—”

The shirt on the body is still undamaged.

In the pocket of his pants, the phone is lightly shackled.

“Crooked? Who is it? Without looking at the ID, he connected the phone directly with Quancheng.

“Makoto Kazumi !!!”

In the earpiece, there was the roar of the Zhenmu Xianma:

“What did you do? How dare you…… How dare you do that!!! ”

He was hysterical, while Kazumi just laughed disdainfully, ignoring the incompetent barking of the defeated dog.

“What was that just now! Did you detonate a cloud bomb over Tokyo? Or did you use napalm ?! ”

In the earpiece, the middle-aged man in charge of the Tokyo branch of Organ No. 3 questioned as if he had lost his mind.

And then.

“Toot toot—”

In the earpiece, a busy tone is heard.

Ignoring the guy’s incompetent fury, Kazumi directly buttoned up his mobile phone and enjoyed the scenery of this battlefield:

“Maybe I’m better suited to a place like the Middle East?”

He smiled kindly, but his words were cold.

Looking around the shattered streets, Kazumi shrugged and walked towards his estate.

At this moment, in the manor.

The Shinobi are cleaning the traces of battle at the door.

Due to the particularity of the demon Shinobi Fujie, they do not need to be rescued, as long as they are not burned out, they can regenerate themselves infinitely, and have almost unlimited immortality.

In this battle, except for some of the sacrifices of the Demon Shinobi Tomoe, who were used for self-detonation, the rest of the Demon Shinobi were unscathed.

The consumption of ammunition is large, but it is not a problem for Makoto Waizumi.

In contrast, this war on the streets of Tokyo may attract the attention of countless capitalists.

Perhaps, Hequan Makoto will use some means to appease the upper echelons of Dongying who turned into frightened birds…

“Gentlemen, I love war!”

……

Meanwhile, in an alley in Tokyo’s Shibuya district.

Here the lights are red and green, hot girls and office workers are intertwined, and every corner shows the drunken gold fans of the capitalist class.

And in a dark alley, there are no certain transactions, but two men are hidden in the dark.

“You’re ‘Black’?”

The slightly green voice became extremely hoarse and dry.

Kyosuke Takasaka, wearing a hood and a black robe, hid in the shadows and stared at the man in the corner.

The man in a black trench coat and a white mask was standing quietly by the corner and nodded:

“Yes, Takasaka-sama.”

He said, gently taking off his mask:

“Now I am under the pseudonym Li Shunsheng and contact you on behalf of the ‘organization’.”

“Please join us and shred this false starry sky.” _

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