"To hand over everything, what exactly do you want us to hand over?" Mo Xiaolan stared fiercely at the ghost face in the sky and laughed. "Of course it is the royal power. Everything you have established will eventually lead to the destruction of mankind. This was decided from the moment you became gods instead of humans. Give everything you have as humans back to humans." Werther immediately laughed and shook his head. "If this world didn't have you, maybe it would be a little more peaceful." "Each other." Frye said quietly, and suddenly a crimson light appeared on the surface of his body, and crimson particles flashed around his body. Among the seven divine powers, the red power is the most powerful. force. "It's really amazing, the fourth kind of divine power." As Mo Xiaolan said, Witte stared at Frye with a solemn expression. He was already planning to join the fight. Even if he couldn't catch him, he would still kill this guy. Mo Xiaolan seemed to have noticed Frye's actions. After the two looked at each other, Mo Xiaolan's right eye was emitting faint purple particles. The two people's inadvertent actions were completely seen by Frye. He instantly fell from the sky like a red meteor, the wings on his back fluttering.
There was a loud bang, and Quasimodo raised his right arm to block Frye's fist. The prominent muscles were dented, and the ground under Quasimodo's feet was dented. Frye grinned ferociously. After the attack, he flapped his wings vigorously. With a whoosh, a flash of orange light flashed in front of his eyes. Sure enough, Werther struck at the moment of his attack. Frye had already expected this. "Unfortunately, I have decided to retreat." Frye spoke to Werther, who was flashing orange light in front of his eyes and raised his sword to chop at him. A streak of yellow light particles flashed around Werther, and a translucent yellow arm suddenly appeared. , grabbed Werther by the shoulders. Swish An orange blade flashed across Fry's side in an instant, and Werther was pulled by this hand and thrown towards Quasimodo, who had already been ejected towards Fry on the ground. After feeling a twisting sensation in his legs, Fry stared at Mo Xiaolan. "Be careful." Werther slammed into Quasimodo's body and shouted at Mo Xiaolan. At this time, a yellow humanoid figure that was only as tall as the wheelchair she was sitting on appeared behind Mo Xiaolan, stretching out his hands to grab Mo Xiaolan. Mo Xiaolan was startled. Just when he was about to turn around, it was already too late. Quasimodo instantly grabbed Werther in his hand and threw him directly towards Mo Xiaolan, and then stared at the person who was already there. He turned around and planned to fly towards Mo Xiaolan's ghost face. Frye, who felt something was wrong, immediately stopped. However, the surroundings were plunged into darkness for a moment. The huge pressure made him scream. The black armor on the surface of his body creaked and cracks began to appear. . But at this time Frye was very determined and wanted to kill Mo Xiaolan first. Under Fry's control, the little man made of yellow particles had already pinched Mo Xiaolan's neck. With a few swishing sounds, a flash of orange sword light flashed through, and the orange sword in Witte's hand slashed across it. The little yellow man's body turned into scattered yellow particles in an instant. When Werther turned around, the armor of Ghost Face, who was locked by Quasimodo's telekinesis in the air, was cracking and blood was splattering. Then, Ghost Face screamed in pain. "Kill him directly without any hesitation." Mo Xiaolan gritted his teeth and shouted. It took Quasimodo a while to make up his mind to wake up, and the black particles around his body turned into black airflow. Frye felt as if his body was about to be crushed. Many of his bones had been broken and his flesh and blood were being squeezed. "To be so strong!" For a moment, Frye's eyes widened. Particles of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple colors flashed around his body. There was a loud bang, and a violent airflow bounced away the telekinesis that suppressed Frye. Frye looked at Quasimodo, who had jumped in front of him and raised his huge fist to hit him.
"This is the true power of God." boom Frye arched his body, blood spurted from his eyes and mouth, and smashed Quasimodo's fist with his right fist. With a loud bang and a violent collision of airflows, the two of them flew backwards in unison. Quasimodo's huge body flew directly into the distance and hit the ground with a loud bang like a missile. After flying in the air for a long distance, Fry stopped and clutched his heart in pain. He turned around and flapped his wings towards the barrier area. In the flash of two red rings, Fry turned into a red meteor in an instant. Like, disappearing in the sky above the stench area. "You bastard, you can actually use seven kinds of divine power." Witte's back was already bloody and bloody. He was holding Mo Xiaolan with both hands. Everything in front of him was only a big pit. There was nothing left on the ground. There were bursts of green smoke all around. At this time, a rack was set up. The plane is coming this way. "Are you still alive?" Mo Xiaolan turned his head and shouted at the large pile of rubble in the distance. With a boom, a hand stretched out from the ruins, and Quasimodo climbed out of the pile of rocks, shaking his head. "Not hurt!" Quasimodo said, raising his right fist and looking at a shallow fist mark on it, but it was slowly disappearing at this time. boom Frye hit the cold and hard ground in the barrier area, and the armor folded up in an instant, turning into a small black ball with some cracks. Frye curled up in pain, and blood continued to overflow from Frye's mouth. , he coughed violently. "It needs to be treated quickly." As Frye spoke, he struggled to lift his right hand whose bones had been completely shattered. His left hand trembled and took out a seven-sided brooch from the right arm. After pressing it slightly, a cylindrical brooch appeared. With a medical injection containing colored liquid, Frye quickly lifted up his clothes. The skin on his body had begun to turn black, bulging in many places, and pustules began to appear. Some pustules had broken open and leaked out black liquid, which was alienated. The genes have gone wild, and the alienated cells are devouring his body. 呲 Frye inserted the tubular injection into his heart. The liquid inside quickly disappeared and was injected into his body. Frye howled in pain. "Something seems wrong, bad." Fry lay on the ground panting and began to tremble in pain. His right hand with broken bones became swollen, as if it was about to explode. Thick water continued to seep out of his skin. He opened his mouth and became conscious. It became a little blurry. The cold kept stimulating Fry's body. He was about to lose consciousness. Fry knew very well that he tried his best to restrain the pain of his body and the self-phagocytosis of the alienated cells. He knew very well that if he fainted, , he is dead. "You have to hold on, hold on!" Frye roared angrily, supporting his body bit by bit as he climbed up. The right half of his body had swollen to varying degrees, and some places had hardened and turned black. Frye moved his body with difficulty, and his blood had begun to swell due to the coldness of the surrounding environment. And it became slower, and I couldn't use my consciousness to control the alienated cells that were still under my control to fight against those violent alienated cells. Frye's consciousness became increasingly blurry, his eyes began to fall into darkness, and his head became dizzy. "Fry, is this all you want to do? Shouldn't a man move forward for the path he believes in? Even if you fall down on the way, even if you die, you have to become an undead and get up." In his dying consciousness, Frye saw a girl with an angry face, and his young self covered his mouth and was slapped hard by the girl. "I know, I know, don't show up in my head again!" Frye roared angrily, stood up little by little, and pressed the right side of his body. At this time, Frye completely woke up, and the swelling on the right side of his body began to subside gradually. He felt much more comfortable, and pressing the right side of his body felt a little With a crazy smile, it sank into the darkness little by little and disappeared on the hard and cold land. Mo Xiaolan stared quietly at the dark barrier area in the distance. Quasimodo had already walked over. Werther was panting. Many bones on his back were exposed, but they were already recovering. Mo Xiaolan was full of excitement. He looked at Werther gratefully. Werther had just used his maximum strength to protect himself, otherwise he might have been injured by the violent explosion caused by the collision between Ghost Face and Quasimodo's power. His own purple telekinesis was unable to defend himself against this. A collision of powerful forces. Seeing that Quasimodo was completely fine, Mo Xiaolan looked at his right hand. "Don't worry about your hands!"
Quasimodo bowed gratefully, raised his right hand, spread his fingers and moved them. "What is your body made of? If you die, leave your body to me to study it carefully." Werther grinned as he spoke, while Quasimodo put his hand on the back of his head and lowered his head shyly. "I think it's better for you to leave quickly, Master Werther. After all, you don't want to be exposed, right?" Victor nodded, and his figure disappeared into the air little by little. "I'm sorry, Mo Xiaolan, don't be so reckless next time. After all, you are the section chief of Section 2. Do you understand?" Mo Xiaolan nodded and chuckled. Now she knew a lot about the enemy. She took out a circular data recorder from her body, turned on the light and shadow screen, and Lilian appeared in front of her eyes. "Lillian, when you come here, I want you to send the video records to Section 10 in person as soon as possible!" "I understand, Master Mo Xiaolan, is the situation okay over there?" Mo Xiaolan nodded. "In great shape."