Summoner of Nightmares

898. Chapter 898

    Chapter 898

    Kashmaemer, turn off the rainbow and chat platforms.

    Just another half-day awesome with the red whale. What world position, time vortex or something.

    The other side is still as big as ever. I’m sitting on peace, changing the smell of the sun and moon.

    Unfortunately, he had seen everything.

    Red whales are indeed strong, but not as strong as he blows. That guy’s more like being pushed by theoretical and realm speculated by others.

    In essence, the other side, like him, is also a marginal person in a special environment.

    “Ugh.” He’s sighed.

    There is now a lot of cooling on the chat platform. Almost a few people talk up there.

    Unenemies, the winds of walking, jewellery processing, etc., have been divorced for a long time.

    Ever since Saint Light helped everyone to fill out the platform. It seems that all people are busy doing things in their own reality, not talking around the platform.

    “Naughty…”

    Cashea’s hand is in his pocket, abetting his neck and trying to get himself into a high-tied sweater.

    Without a chat platform, life is more boring than sleep.

    Walk on the streets of the deep fall.

    This small city of sight is a funny young girl, wearing flowers, with flowers on his head, slowly walking on the streets.

    It’s a flower festival, and at this time it is said that girls wear flowers on their heads and get lucky.

    If the flowers were sprinkled all day, that would mean good things to be done.

    Cashea has no word shaking his head.

    As a man of little power in this city, he naturally knows that this is nothing but nonsense.

    But people are dry, and people always need some tunes.

    “Well… It’s still a saucer. Unfortunately, it is hoped that purple’s time is gone, both of which are said to be girls.”

    He walked to a bar on the street before pushing the door in.

    There are several men and women in the back of the door who are miraculously disguised. A few people look back, see Cashea, and no more talk.

    “What’s the matter? What are you talking about? You guys seem to have been fighting? Why am I stopping here?” Kathia walked himself to the bar and asked for a pure hot milk.

    If there’s no one next to him to drink it.

    “Head, there’s news that White light has given us a lot of information, and the 13th envoy is trying to attack from elsewhere. Get away from the lockdown position that headquarters has given us.”

    A young man with a cross white hair in front of his chest said solemnly.

    “en? Avoid? Are you so smart on number 13?” Cashea frowned, doubtful.

    the world looks peaceful and prosperous.

    But in fact, every moment, there are two huge forces, fighting each other.

    The monumental regime governing the world, as well as the Consolidated Consortium of Resistance in the Context of the policy of the former.

    And the former is a mighty and immense thing.

    The latter is an elite from underground resistance.

    The two sides have fought for more than a hundred years, and the Consolidated Group, known as the Consortium, has been hidden in the dark and hidden in the ordinary person.

    sword net is an elite member of that group. Responsibility for this small town and the surrounding offensive mission.

    “The Apostle is a powerful hunter for me, and God has sent down.

    It’s a weapon that should not have the wisdom and the wisdom, so it must be on the back of the back! ”Cashea Ascension.

    Religious regimes and other large organizations are different.

    They float high in the sky, and bow down like God.

    On the ground, their spokesman puppet power prevails.

    No one knows what their purpose is, but there will be many mysterious disappearances every year.

    But humankind is not forced to live so hard, and the Great Section can live hard.

    So, in addition to the Consolidated Group, all the other big sections of humanity are simply silent.

    The former RUF has eliminated a number of high-ranking officials of the puppet regime and has now finally drawn up powerful weapons of ‘god’ in space.

    13th Apostle.

    It’s not monster that humans can imagine.

    It is the thirteenth slaughter weapon manufactured by the Miracle regime, which is dedicated to the integrated team capabilities on the planet.

    “Now there’s a lot of pressure at Headquarters, and 13 of them will really be assembled, ready to concentrate on killing the 13th Apostle.” A silver old man with black eyes, said solemnly.

    “So far, we have not figured out what the real purpose of the divine regime is? They clearly come from a more remote civilization.

    Their science and power are clearly far more powerful than ours. We don’t even know what they’ve been doing! ”

    A guy who looks like a gymnast coach Wilman, and some boring fiercely drinks alcohol.

    “I feel like a little mouse, and we’re being thrown on the experiment once in a row, and they fight down and kill, and then collect the data.” Kathea helplessly said.

    “Why don’t not a bunch of nuclear bombs blow up the astronomical towers of the monumental regime?” A passionate yellow boy Great Dao of Fire.

    “’Cause it’s useless.'” Kathea showed a bitter deal. “We tried to destroy the Stadium. The result is the presence of the Apostle. We tried to infiltrate it, get information.

    But as a result, the astronomical tower, is just a little bit of an extension to each other. A little bit of a force. Even if it is destroyed, they will be able to send down more Legion in an instant manner and come across the stars.

    That is why we take such a balanced policy that we can only maintain balance as long as there is no large-scale malicious behaviour on the other side. ”

    Speaking of this, that radical new guy was listening. The rest of the members known long ago have also shown unbridled colours.

    “Well, don’t think so much, and it is time for everyone to discuss how to deal with the shocks and damage caused by the 13th Apostle. That guy must be like the last time, a terrifying gang!”

    Cashea shot and attracted attention to yourself.

    The Apostle is a massive, destructive terror monster.

    Because of its extremely horrendous regeneration and pollution properties, it is possible to kill the Apostle thoroughly, and only a great number of true generals gathered in the Consortium.

    What is known to be true is that only a highly qualified, self-motivated and capable of manipulating large Mecha’s hard-won generals will be eligible to become true.

    A total of 20 genuinely integrated groups, including the small section, have been around the world, all over the planet, with silent visits and confronting other catastrophes.

    Only 13 can be mobilized.

    It is not at all a layer of presence that the body, and the messenger, is a huge thing. Only quantitative repression of quality will it be possible to defeat the messengers.

    Kashmaemmer and the crowd are talking about a response that will truly lead to the Great War of the Apostolic, and what they have to do is to reduce the destruction of surrounding cities.

    As those who are able to do so, they can at least play a role for cities, although they cannot be actively involved in fighting.

    Time slowed down, two hours later. Cashea walked out of the bar, and expression was a little bit tired.

    Once again, he looked at the rainlight chat platform on the menu, and most of the talk on it was something that wasn’t nutritional.

    Since Saint Light helped to hope for it and the others to save everything, several older people in the chat room, although not clear, have actually held Saint Light with great vigilance after testing the search and the others.

    (This chapter is over)