MTL - Forty Millenniums of Cultivation-~ Enemies of Tekken (78)

Countless people were directly blazed by the burning iron boxing, and instantly vaporized, leaving no ashes for even ashes.

Others were engulfed by air waves, and indirectly turned into a part of air waves, turning the rolling air waves into creepy and swollen beasts, constantly expanding outward.

Even the earth was blown away by a meteor fire and rain, revealing cracks that reached the center of the earth, and the deepest cracks were not the **** magic fire, but the rapid data flow.

The camouflage of this world is peeling inch by inch, revealing the virtual essence.

A flood of data, such as a volcanic eruption, burst out from the endless abyss, and fluttered towards the people with open arms.

All the people who were touched by the flood of data were all fragmented and turned into countless crystal clear blue figures, and then fell apart and completely annihilated.

If it were said that it was killed, burned and torn by a falling meteor fire and rain, it could be understood by poor virtual people.

Then, it was torn off and disguised, revealing the poor nature of the data, and then all the data was cleared, deleted, and returned to the original state-this is what no virtual person can understand, and it is extremely scary in the end.

Someone finally responded and gave a cry of despair.

Seeing that the Creator exerted such a powerful power to destroy the world, some mechanical and steam believers collapsed and felt regretful.

They knelt on the ground in tears and worshiped the King of Fighters, not for the sake of their lives, but for the forgiveness of the true God, who could listen to their remorse and purify their sinful souls.

Some of the faithful believers in the Temple of Fist also lost their spirits. They were stunned and watching the indiscriminate slaughter happen. They did not understand what happened. The true God came, although it is the most sacred glory. Will they, the faithful lambs, go to **** with the pagans?

"Fist of God, I praise you, I submit to you, I am your most faithful slave!"

Some Tekkens went crazy and shouted at the champion.

He was then crushed by a meteor iron fist.

"Supreme Supreme, the Most Good Creator, I am your Lamb, I am your slave, I am the projection of your will, I am your most insignificant creation, and your will must be justified. If you want to purify This world, this world is bound to receive ultimate redemption. "

There are also some priests in the Boxing God Temple, who suddenly understood the boxing king's intentions. They no longer resisted, sitting cross-legged in a pool of blood, eyes lowered, muttering words, waiting, and soon waiting for the coming of destruction.

"Come on! Pseudogod!"

Naturally, the hardest mechanical and steam cultists are also faced with frowning in the face of the meteor fire and rain.

Under the majestic momentum of the boxing champion, they still gritted their teeth and straightened their waist bars, waving steam guns and yelling at the sky, "You destroy us but you don't want to defeat us and get our surrender. Come on, let us fight against each other! "

They burned the boiler red, stirred the strongest steam, shot the last projectile towards the sky, and then ushered in a hundred times more meteor fire and rain, and laughed and died in the bombardment of flames and iron fists.

Soon, even the sky cracked like the bottom of a burnt pot.

The cracks crisscross, the sky dome flakes off, revealing the mysterious and complex data outside the sky.

The big group of data seems to be a living creature, beating wildly, but it is constantly reset to zero.

Each string of data returns to zero, and the whole world seems to be monotonous and rigid. From the original colorful and vivid 64-bit true color, it gradually falls to 32-bit true color, 16-bit true color, 512 colors, and 256 colors. .

The world has lost its color.

After the special effects are turned off, the virtual people who have not been cleared are surprised to find that their hands and feet are no longer delicate, but rough sawtooth appears.

They opened their mouths, wanted to shout, wanted to cry, wanted to pray, asked for mercy, wanted to roar, and wanted to say the last word to their loved ones before they died.

But the King of Fighters is cutting off the voice and sound support in this virtual world, and the "hissing" sound in the throat of the virtual person cannot express their deep and true emotions.

Gus was speechless.

His legs were broken by a meteor iron fist, and the whole lower body was blurred in flesh and blood, and he could only drag the scars of blood, and crawled towards Grey.

"sister--"

He wanted to shout, but only heard his husky cry.

And Grey, crushed by the wreckage of the steam cannon, couldn't respond to his crying, just widened his eyes, and radiated his last smile to his brother.

"nothing."

The teenager seemed to hear his sister comforting him, "It's okay, we will see mom and dad soon."

"..."

Gus gritted his teeth, tolerated severe pain, and strove hard, finally grabbing her sister's hand.

But he couldn't catch the half-elapsed temperature.

The boy was speechless, bleeding with tears, and staring blankly at the sky.

And stand on the sky, take charge of life and death, manipulate destiny, and can create and destroy all gods.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Gus looked at the crumbling world and thought, "The truth should not be like this, the world should not be like this, our destiny should not be like this!"

He has never been the same, eager to change his destiny, save his kind, and even kill his creator.

Gritting his teeth, the boy gathered his last courage and strength, smashed the remains of the steam cannon, put up with severe pain, and stood up.

Smashed legs poke broken bones, stuck in a pool of blood, and came with severe pain that was worse than death.

But this pain actually stimulated the youth's soul to explode. He waved his young fists, learning the frantic appearance of the steam worshippers, and issued a crazy roar towards the sky.

"Come on, King of Fighters. You can destroy me as much as you can, but you will never defeat me. Come on, let us fight to death!"

Gus soon got what he wanted.

He was blown away again by air waves, and fell to the ground like a pile of garbage, his bones burst, and his internal organs shattered.

Teenagers can feel the passing of life.

All the data is cleared, I am afraid that there are only thirty or fifty seconds left.

But he was laughing.

At least, at the end of his fate, for three or fifty seconds, he got rid of the restraint and manipulation of the creator, lived by his own will, and died as a human being.

That's enough, right?

"Gus! Gus!"

Suddenly, the young man at the time of dying heard a cry of urgency.

"Lu Qingchen?"

The eyes gradually closed gradually, and Gus turned his head, seeing the torn apart demon, he was suppressed not far by the boxing king, like a dead and inflexible bug, squirming toward him.

"Gus, he's too good. You can't beat him, and I can't beat him. There is only one way left, and there is hope!"

Lv Qingchen was also laughing. He was so happy and extremely decisive. His ugly face was full of madness.

The demon stretched out his fleshly arm, and blasted out the most shining electric arc from the deepest part of his soul, spreading towards the boy.

"Come on, this is my last power, the full inheritance of Lightning Life, open your mind, take it, and become a new generation of Lightning King, then go and create a miracle, boy!"