I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Vol 2 Chapter 1069: "Yo... boy!"

Rumble.

Boom boom boom!

Pieces of land, starting from the outer edge of the ninth floor, collapsed into the void.

[Mythic Grade] Items cannot be destroyed because of this.

It was only the "battlefield" that collapsed.

One after another, dark beams of light gushed out from the collapsed crack.

The battlefield where the victory was decided seems to have lost the meaning of existence to the gods.

They are cleaning everything the way they like.

Neat.

...

For a moment.

Maybe a second.

Maybe half a second.

Maybe a shorter time.

Connor's sword fell.

A moment later, Mai Oda appeared behind Connor, her broken knife stuck in the tiger's mouth in her left hand, as if she hadn't pulled it out from beginning to end. She raised her head, her withered hair clinging to her forehead, and after she exhaled a long breath, she didn't take it back and stopped abruptly.

"good."

After a moment of silence, Connor turned around and put the great sword in the holster behind him: "I'm very happy."

"puff!"

Just after he finished speaking, his proud invincible physique, without warning, opened a hideous hole in his chest.

This opening stretched from his left shoulder to his lower right abdomen, cracks appeared in his pale ribs, and even in the depths of his ribs, he could faintly see a fresh heart beating vigorously. The blood gushed out, staining Connor's pants red. Oda Mai's knife almost cut through Connor's heart!

Boom!

Oda Mai fell to the ground.

Her pupils gradually dilated.

In her abdomen, her internal organs, slid out of the horrific blood hole.

Connor's sword destroyed her internal organs and took her life.

Oda Mai closed her eyes, the gentle smile on her face completely solidified, and it was fixed here.

At this moment, she was as quiet as a sleeping beauty.

...

"Ahhh!"

"Do not!"

"Don't go!"

"Do not!"

The red light spots are escaping from the surface of Bartholomew Dylan's body. During the escaping process, the little glow quickly completes the process of "bright" to "dim" and dissipates invisible.

When Milian officially became a "war knight", Bathermelo Dylan also lost his qualifications as an alternate.

Bathemello Dylan no longer had the calmness he had just now. He desperately reached out and fished for the light spot overflowing from the surface of his body, as if he wanted to grab the "light spot" back into his body.

After a while, he looked crazy and rushed to the altar.

boom!

He was thrown ten meters away by the light curtain raised by the altar, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, like a lunatic.

Irene let out a long sigh of relief.

But the next moment, he was worried again.

What to do next?

He had already felt the movement of the ground collapsing in the distance.

This is about to collapse.

All undead will be "cleaned".

Human beings are so insignificant, in the eyes of gods, they are inferior to dust. Saying "erasing" means "erasing". When the dust is cleaned, it will be swiped a few more times with a broom, but the undead have no time to struggle.

Conor D. Solomon, with blood gurgling from his chest, passed Irin peacefully.

His eyes first fell on Yi Rin, then on the crazy-looking Bathemello Dylan not far away, then shook his head, and said in a sympathetic tone: "Those who can't accept failure honestly, Not worthy of being called a 'knight'."

Yi Rin looked at Connor, but did not do anything.

He knew there was no point.

"You're very good," Conor D. Solomon walked past Yilin and stepped into the altar: "I don't hate what you're doing, and I can't fight with you on a bigger stage... I, Connor. D. Solomon, very sorry."

His implication was that Yi Rin was destined to die here.

No one can break the rules.

He will live as a "winner", while Yilin, as a "loser", is destined to perish completely with the collapse of the "battlefield".

He didn't bother to do it, and he was already enjoying himself.

Of course, it's not that he underestimates Yilin. Although Conor D. Solomon is very obsessed with swords, he is not stupid. The collapse is imminent. If he is dragged here by Yilin and cannot enter the altar, even he will die here.

"That woman will be a good opponent."

At the altar, Connor waved to Yi Rin. His simple and unpretentious movements revealed a hopeless meaning - "farewell".

Conor D. Solomon, disappears into the altar.

in the sky,

The fourth "agent", return to his place!

The throne made of countless weapons smelled of steel and blood, and the silver armor was draped over Connor, who endured all this calmly.

Pieces of weapons formed the armor on his body. When the silver light formed the helmet, the armor completely covered Connor's face, leaving only a cold shadow.

ended!

All the gods, the four thrones, and the figures of the four "Knights" disappeared from the sky.

The shadows representing "God" disappeared in a blink of an eye, like the audience hiding from the curtain.

The dome went out, leaving only an empty darkness.

Boom!

Irin's feet cracked open, and a black liquid surged from the crack, gradually turning into a sea, engulfing everything here.

Yi Rin understood that at the moment when the four knights were born, the world of the undead had completed the mission of the "gaming table" and was about to be wiped out by the four masters who manipulated everything.

What do you do after cheating?

Of course, it is to destroy the corpses and destroy the traces, and destroy the evidence.

This is a matter of course, if it is Yiren, Yiren will do the same.

So... what is the opportunity?

Yi Rin floated up and looked at the collapsed world. He was familiar with this scene, so he took it easy and looked for a way out.

Do not,

As long as Greene didn't cheat him, the opportunity would definitely appear here!

"Hell" has been abandoned, if Yi Rin guessed correctly, this place has been out of sight of the gods!

There will be no more sight, pay attention here!

Yi Rin stretched out his hand calmly, the aura of Zi Zi Dharma surging between his wrists, and he tried to open the portal to see if he could escape in this way. But the reality is cruel, Yi Rin can't understand the coordinates "outside the world", and naturally can't escape from this hell!

"Ah...ah...ah..."

suddenly.

Desperate Bathmelo Dylan, frantically scratched his handsome face with his own hands. On his face, the sharp fingernails left scary wounds, the skin was open, and the fat layer under the yellow face was clearly visible. Bathermelo Dylan's "Magic Eye" was glowing with a strange green light, and his body began to swell and twist. The broken body surface stretched out pale twisted limbs to wrap him.

Yi Rin's expression changed as he looked at the gradually "perverted" Bathermelo. There is no accident, Bathermelo will become Yilin's last enemy. Due to Yilin's intervention, Bathermello Dylan lost the last chance to become a "war knight". In the collapsing hell, Bathermei Luo has only two choices, either accept death calmly or take revenge. Obviously, Bartholomew broke down and opted for the latter.

"Die, die, die, die!"

Barthamello twisted into a "sphere" made entirely of stumps, and he became a ball. One after another, the faces of Batamello opened from the twisted flesh and blood. Yi Rin's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't had time to experience the power of his magic eyes. In a blink of an eye, the pair of magic eyes turned into N pairs. This is a bit bad. .

Yi Rin took out two spears and hurriedly charged up.

No, it's too late.

"Snapped!"

Yi Rin slapped her palms forward, put her palms together, and her two spears joined together! Swipe again.

"Moon Cannon!"

The two revolvers turned into red and white light, and the two-meter-long giant cannon was formed in Yi Rin's hands. But just when he was about to pull the trigger, Yi Rin's movements suddenly stopped, and this strange "pause" made Yi Rin frown, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"Hahaha! Die, die!"

Countless demon eyes lit up with green light, followed by a white light rising from the "flesh sphere". In the pitch-black void, strange "balls" appeared one after another. Each ball floated in the sky and began to move axially according to certain laws and orbits.

"Astral Magic!"

There seemed to be countless artillery turrets in the void, and they began to bombard the collapsed ninth floor.

The blazing white light drowned everything.

Yi Rin ate a meal, and his tattered body was shattered, but the bloodline in the body began to repair Yi Rin's damage, and the wriggling flesh rebuilt his body.

The physical energy was rapidly lost in an instant, and a strong sense of exhaustion struck, Irin looked at the "Bathermelo Ball" in surprise. At the moment when the demon eye was watching, what was that strange feeling? Not only that, Yi Rin clearly wanted to dodge just now, but his body didn't obey.

Controlled?

No, not so simple.

The intertwined "reasons" were like spider webs, showing "truth" in front of Yi Rin's eyes. Yi Rin took three seconds to understand the current situation.

The true face of Bathemello's "Magic Eye", and his "Astral Magic"!

"I see."

In the violent astral artillery bombardment, Yi Rin endured the continuous artillery fire, and the only remaining left hand grabbed five "blood spheres" that only he could see from his eyes and slapped them into his chest.

"It's not me that's wrong, it's the world!"

The blood-colored beam of light rose into the sky, lighting up the darkness, bringing the last ominous light to this broken undead world!

According to the normal rhythm, once this skill is released, it will be rolled and pushed, and the opponent will be taken away without a trace of cloud.

But this time, it's a little different...

...

【Zizzizi...】

...

Irina felt like her head had been hammered.

He was stunned.

When you open your eyes again.

He found himself in a somewhat familiar place.

Spacious room, bare on all sides. White LED lights brighten the airtight room like daylight.

Where is this place?

Isn't he in hell?

Wasn't he going to fight against the wind to kill Barthel Mello?

His skills are almost ready.

Getting ready to hit hard.

Yi Rin bowed his head, he was holding a notebook in his hand.

On the notebook, a line of words was written—【Round】.

In front of him,

A man with sunken eye sockets, like he hadn't slept in more than ten years, or a man with unique hair like a bird's nest, who hadn't slept in more than ten years, was holding a stick and staring at himself with a smirk.

Pan, Pan, Pan Zhengyi? ? ? ?

Yi Rin tilted her neck, and countless small question marks popped up on her forehead.

As for how to distinguish the two personalities of "Pan Zhengyi" and "Pan Xiaozheng" at a glance.

Simple.

Pan Xiaozheng~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The person who likes to roll a stick and pretend to be deep is Pan Zhengyi.

Pan Zhengyi,

Why are you finally dead?

At the moment of seeing this face, Irin's brain had a momentary crash.

After living in **** for a long time, there is a sequelae, and anyone who sees an active person will subconsciously think that he is a "dead person".

Pan Zhengyi held up "Harley Quinn's good friend" and waved at Yi Rin:

"Yo, welcome back... boy!"

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