The Earth People are so Fierce

three days later.

Holy Mountain of Turan, Swamp of Bones.

Countless slaughtering angels as huge as the bones of giant beasts have been sleeping quietly for three thousand years in the swamp that was permanently dyed crimson with blood.

Although under the shell full of rust and cracks, through intricate gears, bearings, transmissions and coupling structures, embedded in the core of the killing angel, those mysterious and complicated magic circles still bloom every few seconds. The firm light represents the "brain" of the killing angels-their control chips are not completely damaged, but they can still represent the "ocean of light" that covers the planet, and make the most Correctness is the final verdict.

But within their scanning range, there has been no creature for a long time, and it is worthy of their "judgment".

So, the slaughter angels let the little birds and lizards dart between their once-sharp limbs and criss-crossing bones.

They concentrated, silently collected all the auras around them in their sleep, and condensed the auras into almost liquid spiritual energy, which was transformed into their own ammunition and fuel.

Until this moment three thousand years later—

boom!

Boom boom boom!

In the depths of the holy mountain, a rhythmic roar suddenly came from a wave higher than a wave.

It was as if 10,000 thunderbolts exploded in the underground rock formations at the same time.

It's like two ancient beasts chasing after me, competing with each other, killing from the center of the earth to the ground with appalling speed and momentum.

The entire skeletal swamp was filled with ripples.

The killing angel dormant in the swamp also sensed the chaotic, disorderly, fiery, and wild taste of the creatures hidden in the ripples and polluted by "chaos".

At the core of the killing angels closest to the "Earthquake", the light from the control chip was controlled, and the brightness suddenly increased by several stages.

The flash frequency has also changed from once every three to five seconds to thirty to fifty or even hundreds of times per second.

Engraved in the depths of the control chip, the database that was sealed in dust for three thousand years was reactivated in the shortest time.

They compare this chaotic, chaotic, fiery, wild life energy with the characteristics of those chaotic creatures that must be purified for the peace, order, justice and light of the whole world, stored in the database.

It only took 0.1 microseconds to come to a conclusion.

This is totem power.

A variant of Chaos Fel.

Within their monitoring range, two chaotic creatures appeared.

Evolution must be implemented, and verdicts enforced.

Bring these chaotic creatures into the orbit of absolute order.

In an instant, thousands of arcs of light like miniature lightning exploded from the control chips of the Killing Angels.

Along bundles of filaments that are ten times thinner than a human hair, they are transmitted to each gear, each bearing, and each transmission rod, lit up one by one, and they are originally engraved on these parts, overlapping and overlapping, Mysterious and complicated, there are hundreds of thousands of magic circles nested within each other.

The fuel accumulated bit by bit in the past three thousand years was instantly agitated to the limit, turning into a blazing flame and a huge wave, washing away the rust on the mechanical joints and the armor shell.

These steel puppets that jumped up from the depths of the swamp, just like they just walked out of the foundry of the Temple of Holy Light, with their heads held high, steaming, shining, majestic, surrounded by sacred and inviolable light.

Along with the divine light, like lightning hanging from the sky, it continues to fork and spread around.

More and more dormant Slaughter Angels were activated by these companions who were the first to wake up.

The criss-crossing holy lights formed a huge cobweb.

Every node of the Holy Light Network is equipped with a Killing Angel.

They trembled slightly, buzzed, and transmitted the information they had just scanned at high speed, as well as their own fuel, ammunition, and body strength after sleeping for three thousand years.

Through a series of complicated and incredible calculations, the originally independent killing angels formed a huge three-dimensional matrix.

Every Slaughter Angel in the matrix constantly fine-tuned their positions and fighting postures. From the new limbs and body, a sharp blade shrouded in holy light popped out, revealing the colorful magic circles, all of which were swept away. Adjusted to the most perfect angle to ensure that the moment the chaotic creature enters the attack range, it can output the most powerful firepower in all directions without dead ends.

However, the increasingly sharp whistling in the air, and the increasingly powerful targets, the psionic ripples that are almost visible to the naked eye, have warned the killing angels again and again in the control chip, warning the killing angels that the current attack matrix alone is not enough. It is possible to "purify" these two never-before-seen chaotic creatures.

Killing Angels can only increase the output power one at a time.

Switched to the confrontation mode again, turning the attack matrix into a defense matrix, sacrificing the sharpness of the formation, and greatly increasing the thickness of the formation.

But even if they tried to shrink the formation and triple the thickness of the formation, the control chip still issued increasingly sharp and even hysterical warnings.

The cores of dozens of Slaughter Angels are all emitting green smoke in the ultra-high-speed computing.

There was even a "crack crack" sound.

And they finally came to the conclusion that they could only perish with the two chaotic creatures.

No, it is impossible to die together.

Even if they all self-destruct, it is impossible to destroy these two tyrannical chaotic creatures.

At most, it can only cause heavy damage. By the way, the holy light of a specific frequency is used to "brand" the two chaotic creatures, so that the future holy light warriors can more easily find and lock these two terrifying existences.

However, these killing angels have not had time to convert the conclusions into instructions, and then compile the instructions into holy light of a specific frequency, which is transmitted to every part of the body engraved with the magic circle at the speed of light.

The two chaotic creatures swallowed thousands of steps at a speeding speed, and slammed into the defense matrix of the killing angels.

Blessed by the Holy Light, it should be like a solid defense matrix like a copper wall.

But it is as vulnerable as a fence wall with a layer of straw paper.

Every magic circle around the body is shining brightly, even the sharp blades are burning, the killing puppets that should attack like a chain of lightning.

It's also dull, clumsy, and in a hurry like a broken piece of iron stuck in the mud.

The first few Slaughter Angels didn't have time to raise their sharp blades to the two chaotic creatures, and they were hit by the sound barrier lifted by the two chaotic creatures flying at supersonic speed, as well as the sword, light and sword shadow hidden in the sound barrier.

The following killing angels managed to lift their limbs full of sharp blades, but that was all.

Just as they raised the blade to the top, all the joints around them, as well as the gears, bearings and transmission rods connecting the joints, all experienced a series of small explosions.

The totem power, which is as turbulent as a mudslide, has a level of surgical refinement. It penetrates into their bodies through the cracks in their shells that were torn three thousand years ago, and instantly destroys and paralyzes their internal structures, making them become Statues of majesty—just statues.

The next few Slaughter Angels managed to wield gleaming sharp blades.

But far from being able to stab the two chaotic creatures, these sharp blades failed.

On the contrary, under the interference of the two chaotic creatures, the movement trajectory was changed, and they were deeply embedded in each other's most vulnerable joints, causing the seven or eight killing angels to melt together in a series of extremely gorgeous fireworks.

Fortunately, the flames, frost and lightning output by the last few killing angels finally hit the target.

Unfortunately, the two chaotic creatures, shrouded in a torrent of aggressive magic, showed no signs of being injured or hindered.

Even, they seemed to take the initiative to slow down and were deliberately hit by the killing angel - in this way, to test how terrifying their defense was.

The test was completed in half a second.

In the next half second, the two chaotic creatures stood in front of the slaughtering angels with the flames, frost and lightning frantically output by the slaughtering angels. superior.

boom!

These slaughter angels, before they could explode themselves, were all decomposed, burned and melted into lumps of dark red scrap iron that were as ugly as cow dung in the deafening sound of explosions and insanely expanding fireballs.

At this moment, not far away, the earth shook.

A seven- or eight-story "Angel of Power" emerged from the depths of the swamp of bones.

The mud covering his body hasn't run out, and its outer shell seems to be on fire, turning into a crystal clear translucent state.

From the wave after wave, the ripples of psionic energy visible to the naked eye can be seen that this "Angel of Power" issued the "self-destruction" order at the moment of awakening.

Only by self-destruction can there be a theoretical possibility of severely injuring these two chaotic creatures.

The two chaotic creatures looked at each other.

Instantly went from extremely quiet to extremely moving.

The speed has increased by an order of magnitude on the basis of the speed just now.

Like two beams of light, drilling into the body of the angel of strength.

The self-destruction process of the force angel came to an abrupt end.

As if it was spread out from the body, the invisible and invisible vines and chains were tightly bound to all limbs and could not move.

The more it struggles.

The louder the cracking, shattering, and explosions from the joints of the limbs.

In the end, colorful smoke billows out from the shell that is riddled with holes.

The thick smoke dances wildly like dragons and snakes crossing over from the ancient battlefield.

Under the raging smoke, this behemoth cast from sacred metal decomposed from the inside to the outside, like a slaughtering ox.

All parts except the ammunition depot and fuel tank turned into "red-hot bullshit" and smashed to the ground.