MTL - Forty Millenniums of Cultivation-~ The enemy of Tekken (seventy-six)

"The Steam Army is losing, but they have at least created enough confusion. You see, this space has become increasingly unstable."

When the devil did not know, he got out of the steam ball.

As the time for the decisive battle came, he became more and more afraid of exposing the traces, but it was the black smoke condensed into the dancing teeth of the teeth, covering Gus's head.

Sure enough, Gus followed the demon's guidance, and found that above the yellow sky, there was a lightning crack everywhere.

In the depth of the crack, it is no longer an empty pale, but a **** crimson.

As if, the whole sky was crying.

No, not only the sky, but also the ground. There are phantom-like cracks running everywhere, harvesting life like a sharp blade.

Everyone who touches the cracks, whether Tekken or Steam Army, is sucked in by it strangely, and even screams are too late to be sent, they disappear without a trace, and they are restored to the purest data.

It is just that the two sides are fighting fiercely, and each other is either excited or numb, and has no time to take care of all this.

"The world is about to collapse."

The devil glanced at the boy. "It's also the only chance I can completely erode the boxer's brain. I'm on!"

Lu Qingchen made a leap, chopped his tail, and completely broke away from the steam ball.

This also means that he has lost the possibility of escape, seeing that he can only fight the boxer to the end.

"Oh!"

Sixteen huge black wings spread out behind Lv Qingchen, and the demon's most stupid figure bloomed without anyone.

Sixteen black wings danced wildly together, and the demon turned into a black sharp arrow, and fired at the Altar of Boxing God.

"what is that?"

The people in the chaos finally discovered the existence of the demon and were astonished.

But they were too late and unable to stop it, but they were blown away by the storm set off by the demons and gave way.

Followed by Gus's steam army, he stared at this scene in astonishment.

They saw that Lu Qingchen originated from behind Gus, but did not know what he was.

The look at Gus' eyes was full of confusion and awe.

"Charge!"

Gus gritted his teeth.

The storm set off by the demons has opened an unstoppable march for them.

The new force behind Gus is like a burning bayonet, which can easily penetrate the heart of the Tekken, that glorious altar.

Now it's time for a decision.

Is it to help the true God to suppress the devil, or to help the devil to resist the true God-creating Gus, and also the greatest creator of this world?

Gus rushed out blankly.

Rush into the battlefield eroded by blood, muddy like a swamp.

"Oh!"

He heard his footsteps and heartbeat, like an increasingly loud drum of war.

And everyone who sees up close-whether it is the steam army fighting for dignity and fate, the iron fist army manipulated by the boxing gods, and the self-deceiving priests.

Every fragmented person, every strand of incomplete soul, every blood-stained chess piece, is constantly consolidating his determination.

"Down with false gods, long live true gods!"

Gus screamed and killed behind him.

Sister Gray led the remnants of the Northern Steam Army and rushed up.

The elder sister's persistent shout made Gus laugh.

Suddenly, he had understood his mind, and determined it from the beginning.

There is no true God in this world.

Everyone, whether real or virtual, cell or data, lives in a dream of super artificial intelligence, or lives in a ridiculous story.

They should do everything in their power to become the gods who control fate.

Perhaps Lv Qingchen had speculations, and another picture.

But Gus would rather stand by the devil.

At least, the devil is the devil, but God, but not God at all!

"No one can control our destiny. I want to escape from this **** world!" Gus followed Lu Qingchen closely, following in the footsteps of the demons.

His head was getting more and more painful, as if to burst open.

Gus knew that this was the positioning procedure that the boxing champion had implanted in his brain.

Now Lv Qingchen turned his back on him, looking unguarded. As long as he touched it, he could transfer the positioning program to the devil.

Then, the boxer can pinpoint it and kill the demon.

And Gus has no doubt that the boxer will fulfill his promise and transfer him to another illusive, beautiful, eternal heaven.

But it was just another more beautiful cage, a more elaborate chessboard.

"I won't do what you want, the boxer. I've awakened. I'm my master. I'm free!"

Gus roared in his heart, smashing his head hard, inhibiting the activation of the positioning program.

At this time, Lv Qingchen had leapt to the altar.

The sudden kill of the demon made everyone on the battlefield stunned.

The black wings that cover the sky and the sky seem to cover the **** sky and the light of the boxing god.

"Boxer, didn't you think?"

Lv Qingchen laughed loudly, and a crackling purple electricity was released between the wings, turning it into a sword and sword of thousands of lightnings. "I fled from the lightning giant planet to your brain. Our battle is not over. what!"

The devil's roar rang through the clouds.

The whole world shuddered.

However, the next second, Gus felt a sting in his brain, a mysterious force that seemed to tear the skull and radiated from the depths of his eyebrows, puncturing the devil's wings.

Huh!

A huge golden arrow appeared above Lu Qingchen's head.

"This is--" Lu Qingchen's face appeared wrong and terrified.

boom!

Before he could react, a huge iron fist had blasted out above the scarlet sky, as if a meteorite fell to the sky and smashed against his head.

Lu Qingchen wanted to struggle and dodge.

However, the golden arrow split into hundreds of small golden arrows, which penetrated into his body precisely, making him unable to move, nor splitting and fleeing. He could only watch the iron fist descending from the sky before falling to his eyes.

The devil was almost smashed to the ground by this circle.

The crater is over ten meters in diameter.

The shock wave blew through the altar and smashed the steam cannon. Regardless of the iron fist army or the steam army, countless people turned into dust and scattered with the wind.

"Impossible, this is impossible, why can you lock me precisely and why can't I run?"

In the crater, there were demon wolves and screams, "You have implanted a positioning program in me. There is no reason. You have no chance at all. When ... Gus? Gus!"

The withered wings and gray-faced demon turned his head almost 180 degrees, and gave Gus a desperate glance.

Gus was groggy and had a headache.

He covered his hot brows, looked at the devil in dementia, and saw in the sky again the true creator—the King of Boxers.

"why?"

Gus completely stunned, "Isn't the champion saying that you must touch Lu Qingchen to implant the positioning program? I didn't touch him, I didn't touch him!"

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