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Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Seven: The Head of the Great Show

"Boom boom boom!"

The energy balls above rushed to the ground and exploded violently. The dense energy balls shot one by one like pouring rain. The explosion area directly covered a large forest in front of the entire Jiyue Pass!

The players who are rushing to avoid the "Shit God" are like little ants when the rain is pouring, but what they are afraid of is not explosions, but "Shit"!

"I'll go, your sister lollipop! What a spicy chicken thing, this shit will explode!" A player who was blown to death and turned into a small golden ball shouted excitedly.

"Ahhhh! I'm covered in shit! I'm not clean anymore! Dad! Hut! Garbage! Hut to purify me!" Qingniang's shadow hid beside the door and shouted loudly at the nanny players around her.

What he didn't know was that the black and sticky things on his body were not what he thought, but that the explosion of the energy ball sputtered the mud in the mud on the ground and sputtered him.

But he didn't know! Because the three of them became tigers, everyone said that "shit" had arrived, so he would think so.

And the smell of this mud is not very similar, and it looks really similar.

"I can't save it! Wait for death! Goodbye!" However, when the dad players around him saw this, they hurriedly retreated three miles away!

And the nurses and ladies have long disappeared!

"Damn it! Don't come over!" When other players saw him rushing over, they hurriedly dodged.

At this moment, he is like Lu Bu in the world, and the human and gods give in!

The chaos from the inside made it even more difficult for a group of players to avoid the bombing of the sky, and tens of thousands of players were killed in a short period of time.

Fortunately, Ophelia, who had already brought the Aili tribe to the distance, felt the violent movement from the rear, and accelerated her pace and led her tribe members to the player camp.

There is a place where players agreed to place the Aili tribe, after all, the wasteland is large!

While guiding the tribe, Ophelia was also watching the violent explosions behind her, her eyebrows were full of concerns about the players!

Although they knew they would not die, they were facing the leader of the Ista clan, Landau Sith, who was once the dean of the Imperial Steam Academy.

Ophelia had the impulse to rush back and fight with the group of sand sculptures, but thinking about what she had planned with them before, she finally made up her mind to take her tribe members to a safe place.

If you can't cause trouble, just letting your clans go out is the greatest help to those spirits!

In the sky.

Landau Sith was shooting at Mother Earth. His body, which was about to explode, just now, trembled with the squirming after the squirting, leaving only endless emptiness.

He slowly fluttered his big bat-like wings behind him, and suddenly pierced his head, rushing straight towards the players' places.

At this moment, he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when these star spirits were not gathered together, and take advantage of their panic to rush in and kill all directions.

To be cautious, when he was diving down, he emitted a wave of strange energy rings like sound waves. The rings spread out in all directions and spread to the 450,000 Ista family members who were forced to be locked in the polar day basin by Li Zhiwen.

The Ista clans, who had already felt the explosions and fires soaring into the sky, had already gathered teams inside and were ready to go out to help the presiding judge perform the blood sacrifice of the creatures.

At this moment, a strange energy ring emitted by Landau Sith spread directly across their bodies, and the Ista clans who were already very anxious became calm.

The dark green eyes flashed, revealing a fierce and bloodthirsty smell.

At this moment, they were like a group of robots, no longer having an autonomous consciousness, but were controlled by Landau Sith.

"Tait!"

The neat team made a consistent sound of footsteps, and the huge square slowly marched from the basin toward the polar day pass.

"Hmph!" Langdao Sith felt the huge number of low-level families below and smiled. If it weren't for the blessing of the evil god's power in his body, he wouldn't have controlled such a huge army at all.

Looking at the huge army that had reached the gate and was opening the gate, he felt a little happy.

He also wants to use his number to crush this group of star spirits who are ignorant of the sky and the earth.

"Die for me!"

Under his rapid dive, his claws condensed two energy balls larger than the basketball, and directly swung them towards the player camp that was dodging randomly.

The two energy balls exploded violently, and the rising fireball was dozens of meters high!

A large group of people were destroyed in an instant.

“Death is the highest respect for God!”

Landau Sith closed his eyes slightly, and his two huge flat nostrils took a deep breath, revealing a comfortable face.

At this time, he was twelve meters tall, standing on the ground and watching the group of short players, as if he was watching real ants.

“Gun and dirty race!”

Landau Sith looked at the players hiding on the ground with disdain. He slowly flapped the two huge wings behind him and made his tall body float slowly.

The wind blowing its wings blew out the flames and smoke remaining on the explosion on the ground, and the shrubs and jungles were shaking the branches and making rustling sounds.

"The power of the divine is in control!"

With a chant by Randol Sith, a huge weapon symbolizing the Pope's scepter was condensed on his right claw, which was more than 8 meters high.

At the top is a huge vertical eye pupil, which is slowly wrapped by eight dark green tentacles below, and the tentacles are connected to the long handle of the stick below.

The entire scepter does not look very gorgeous, but it has an extremely strange feeling, especially when staring at the vertical eye pupils on the top of the scepter, it seems that even the soul can pull it out.

Landau Sith raised the scepter that had just condensed in his hand, and a light gray light directly swept across the radius of 500 meters.

[Ding! You have been stared by the fetal holy light, and now compare the intelligence judgment between the enemy and us!]

【Eneme Randol Sith (Demonized) intelligence is 43.6% higher than you】

[If the judgment is not passed, you are already in a state of confinement!]

...

Any player who has been swept by this holy light has received an intelligence judgment prompt. However, as a powerful force of the evil god, the attributes of the Landau Sith are far higher than those of the players.

Therefore, all players in this area were judged to fail and entered a state of imprisonment.

"Damn it! Are you kidding me? My qigong master who relies on his intelligence to make a living is not as good as the boss who is so popular everywhere?"

A Qigong master player holding 12 weapons said in great resentment.

However, Landau Sith did not intend to talk nonsense with him, and directly stomped the scepter held in his hand on the ground. The scepter as thick as a telephone pole made a "bang" sound on the ground.

Later, a light gray tentacle as thick as a thigh grew on the players' bodies. This tentacle is composed of energy and specializes in seizing the souls of living beings.

However, the tentacles were all tied on the players' various dressed Q-version sand sculpture heads, but after playing for a long time, they couldn't pull it out, and even the players' souls were not found in that position!
Chapter completed!
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