Survival In the Crypt Starting In Tokyo

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Lin Anlan did not argue with him, although he knew—

The death of the White Throne was because he was greedy for meritorious advances, vainly attempting to kill Niederhogg and Odin at once. His actions were too great to be targeted by the followers of the hunting **** who had entered the lower realm "Dragon Race" in advance.

The weapon warrior has not pure motives since he was listed on the human nature. His path of mechanical ascension will affect the number of human survivors with a sparse population, and the final code of this extraordinary profession is controlled by the weapon warrior, which means to take the mechanical ascension. The transcendents of the road must be controlled by the weapon warrior.

What's more, that guy is no longer a friend he knows, just a fake draped in his body, kill it if he kills it.

It's the Black Emperor...

Thinking of what the Black Emperor said before his death, Lin Anlan's expression was slightly bitter, and this guy just gave him a big pot.

"Are you finished? When you are finished, you are ready to go on the road."

He moved his arm slightly and took his right hand out from behind him.

The palm of his right hand shook into an afterimage, holding a twisted fog balloon. He glanced at the fog balloon, and the fox's eyes revealed a little cruelty:

"Positive and anti-matter annihilation energy? What kind of sci-fi side lower realm? Isn't it a good information sharing? Now it seems that the Skydome Base City...or you, hide a lot of things!

I don't know where you found the good stuff, but you are willing to use it on me, but the method is not secret enough, and you have to learn more. "

Lin Anlan waved his hand, and an inflated bone wall pushed the panicked middle-aged commander back and stumbled in front of him. He stepped on the commander's chest and bends slightly:

"As a thank you gift, please experience this ‘gift’ yourself!"

He stretched out his hand to pinch the commander's mouth, raised his hand and stuffed the fog balloon into the commander's mouth, watched the frightened commander turned around and snapped his fingers, laughing.

The commander's body exudes a metallic luster, trembling uncontrollably, the fog balloon glows in his body, his skin instantly chapped, like a drought-hardened earth, he pinched his neck and let out a hoarse roar:

"Why... you have the power of the Black Emperor? No~No~ Even the Black Emperor can't hold it—"

"Wuhu, the "survival of the fittest" produced by "mutants" in the lower realm? I heard people say that the body of that very cherished mutant mysteriously disappeared, and I felt that there was an inner ghost.

But you can hide it so well. I have never heard anyone say that you have this ability. Your kid has a lot of mind.

The ability "survival of the fittest" is not what you use. As for why I have the power of the Black King..."

Lin Anlan raised his hand and released a "Mordenkain's cracking technique" to him. The commander who was fighting against the annihilation of positive and negative matter stiffened his body for a while, his soul was dead, but his body seemed to be still instinctive. Conflict against energy in the body:

"Go to the underworld and ask the underworld gods! I will accept your body."

A skeleton ripped apart the muscles and skin of the man, stood up from the vague flesh and blood with difficulty, and slowly followed him out of the cell where he was being held.

No, in other words, this cell couldn't hold him in the first place, but he put a lock on himself and locked himself here.

When he walked out of the cell, his pupils shrank slightly after turning the corner. Outside the cell, an old friend knelt down on the ground with his eyes absent. A weird-looking sword penetrated his body. The tip of the sword was exposed in front of his chest, and the ground was stained with blood. .

He frowned slightly: "Blade of Extinction?"

Kneeling on the ground and stubbornly not falling down, the old friend is the real commander-in-chief of the Skydome base, and Mitchellson, a specialist mage of the plastic energy system known as the "arms base".

He walked over and patted Mitchellson's face: "Mitch, wake up."

Due to excessive blood loss, Mitchelson, whose pupils were already slightly pale, barely showed a slight reaction:

"Ahem~you're out~come out, I~I know, he~he is searching for himself~hehe~the way."

His anger was like a gossamer, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and his body worked hard to move forward, struggling to get closer to Lin Anlan, a force of strength was born out of thin air in his body, and he was noisy like a bellows when he inhaled:

"You said... it will prove that no matter whether it is light or dark, justice or evil, all have the same value, now... prove it to me!"

After stepping out of the prison where the sound insulation spell was applied, Lin Anlan heard the constant blasting sound. Hearing this sound, it seemed that the enemy had already hit the base of the sky.

Without letting go, someone is eager to usurp the throne?

He glanced at the old man who had lost his life. Is this the so-called backstab of justice? A generation of demi-god mage died aggrievedly under the backstab of a friend, using the Blade of Destruction. This time the opponent is extremely well prepared!

A bone staff appeared in his hand, took out a small bottle of wine from the ring and placed it in front of Mitchelson:

"I also learned that you often drink, because occasionally I want to be a desperate man, old man, in your long and short life, you will carry out your beliefs. In this regard, you are much better than me. ."

With a wave of the bone stick, he flashed into the sky base.

Outside the base is a huge cave that you can see from the top of your eyes. Fluorite pillars that provide light are inserted in the dome. There are ripples and flashes in the mid-air, and meteorites burning magic flames are summoned out of thin air and smashed. On the barrier of the Skydome base.

Outside the city, giants and various ancient species blocked the main transportation hubs of the Skydome base, fighting with the human transcendents who stepped out of the barrier.

In the city, a group of luminous creatures holding burning giant swords have destroyed the base command room. Seeing that it is raging in the city, it is difficult for anyone to stop it, and I am afraid that all members of the Human Security Council of the sky have been wiped out.

There was a sudden bang in the sky, and a giant fish-shaped creature covered the sky and covered the sun. After breaking through the dome of the crypt, it still slammed into the protective barrier of the dome star.

The semi-circular protective barrier uttered an overwhelming wailing, and a big hole was opened on the top, and it crashed into the base. Half of the city was crushed by the giant kun. The ground near the base was shaken, and the land cracked. Stand firm.

Lin Anlan stood in the sky, staring at the doomsday scene caused by his opponent, and sighed in a low voice:

"So, mankind has never had a protector. You are always forced to bow to a **** who has one. Even so, you are unwilling to accept it and let the demons become the savior of mankind.

But I am not the same. I only long for power, even if the power is not coming from the right way. "

Obviously there is no one around, but Lin Anlan is still thinking about it in mid-air, as if these words... are not meant to be heard by others!

When he raised his head again, the meaning of pity in his eyes was shrouded in indifference and cruelty:

"Even the devil has its own allies—"

He held up his staff, filthy and evil mana rushed into the sky, and the gates engraved with the purgatory scene of the Buddha's Buddha in the Underworld appeared:

"No matter how hard the demigods work, they can't defeat the supreme divinity, but even so...I still have to try, open it, the gate of the underworld!"