The Legend of Hypageton

There were not a few people as quiet as the Terrorist Jeter. They were surrounded by many followers, like a pack of wolves hiding in the shadows, staring hungrily at the crowd exposed on the square.

The broadcast that resounded throughout the City of Prosthetic Eyes continued, and the rough voice coming from it aroused the interest of the villains in just a few words.

"Hurry up and bring that up, we can't wait!" Someone waved the weapon in his hand, his eyes were full of longing for "that".

The broadcast continued: "The poisonous insects will call the poisonous insects. Now you are gathering in the artificial eye city, and you are all pursuing the genetic factor bomb made from the fruit of life."

"Yes! That's it!"

"With that bomb, I can dominate the universe!"

As if hearing the enthusiasm of the mercenaries, the voice on the radio chuckled.

"Today, many powerful evil people from all over the universe have received the invitation letter I sent and came to this magnificent city of evil!"

"However, this ultimate and strongest weapon will never be taken away easily!"

Some impatient people among the mercenaries have already started to show off their muscles, trying to make the competitors around them give up the strongest weapons.

"If you have that confidence, come and try to take it away!"

"Now, I declare that the survival battle for the strongest villain begins! Only those who survive to the end can get the strongest weapon I bestow, the Seed of Life!"

Amidst the cheers of the villains, there was a rumble in the hall of the Prosthetic Eye City, and then four gates leading to different areas appeared.

"Every villain can choose an area. In the selected area, you have to fight each other to your death. Only when the number of people is reduced to a certain level, can you open the next area!"

There is more than one hall in Yiyan City, and people who enter the wasteland from all directions are actively divided into different directions by drones.

In other words, the people who entered the four areas to fight were far more than the villains in a square where the terrorist Jeter was.

What a troublesome rule... Terrorist Jeter looked at the passages in the four areas boredly, "Really, why is Juggler moving so slowly?"

"In order to add some fun to all the villains, I have arranged a powerful guard in each area. The surviving villains must defeat the guard before they can enter the final level."

"Then, the strongest or luckiest villain in each area will decide whether to win or lose in front of the most sacred fruit of life and the most powerful weapon!"

"The one who survives in the end will not only get the strongest weapon in his pocket, but also become the strongest and luckiest villain in the universe!"

"It's a winner-takes-all game!"

"One last thing, if you are cowardly, you can take the initiative to admit defeat at any time, and withdraw from the villain's stage to become an audience. But in that case, you will no longer be eligible for the strongest weapon!"

"Dear poisonous people, do you want to participate in the bloody fight, or follow your heart and choose to become a spectator?"

"You only have 1 minute to think!"

Chapter 452 Rule Breaker

"You bastards, you only have 1 minute to think."

"Whether to walk on the road of invincibility, or choose your own lucky door..."

The voice on the radio gradually disappeared, replaced by the noisy roar of the mercenaries.

"Nine Fort Space Pirates 39 = 1, as long as we protect our pillar (boss) and get the genetic factor bomb, I will make you a word-by-arm fortress master!"

"The emperor of Star Prudence recruits warriors online, and after success, we will guarantee prosperity and wealth!!!"

Since Faralis, the organizer of the villain event, announced that he could quit midway, many people had the idea of ​​forming a team to break through the level. As long as they gave enough benefits, they would voluntarily withdraw at that time.

"What a bunch of idiots." Terrorist Jeter commented disdainfully, "Only the weak will form groups."

Aside from the most powerful on-site job fairs, there are also some villains at the star level who have gradually been called out of their identities.

"Look over there! It's the Star Alliance A-level wanted criminal Dias! The ruthless man who once led an entire fleet to jump back on the battlefield during the second interstellar sea battle and is still alive!"

"Starship Pirates? They're famous, but they're just surviving by hiding." The fearful Jeter saw the A-level wanted criminal at a glance. It was because his hat was too high, as tall as two people.

"And that one over there, the famous killer brother Naker! It is said that the commander of a military region in the Federal Parliament was killed by the killer brother in his own home!"

"Being famous for a killer is tantamount to inserting bids and selling heads." As for the burly killer brother who was surrounded by a vacuum, and his elder brother who was not half as tall as his younger brother, Jeter the Terrorist just glanced at it and took it back. own gaze.

"There are also Illusion Masters, Dominators, and Hawk Leonix!"

The person discovered this time made Jeter the Terrorist a little interested.Not to Hawk, but to his Leonix identity.

After all, as long as a Leonix is ​​not like Beria, all his strength lies in the body of a monster.

What kind of monsters can be subdued already determines the upper limit of this Leonix.

"Let me see how a decent Leonix fights..."

One after another, the celebrities and villains were recognized, and the atmosphere in the square was heated up.

Finally, the 60-second countdown ended, and the four stone gates lined up in the square opened one by one. Behind the stone gates, there was a blue light curtain like a whirlpool.

"Portal? That's right. After all, there are many guys who have bigger moves at the bottom of the box. Due to the limited space, some people will inevitably be unable to use them."

Among the crowd, some clever villains have already guessed the role of the vortex in the stone gate.

"The countdown is over."

The voice of the radio sounded again, and it was still the energetic Ferraris.

"By the way, I would like to give you a small reminder, if you haven't chosen one of the four doors within 10 minutes..."

what will happenFaralis' words aroused the curiosity of the villains, and some even stopped abruptly when they were only one step into the portal, waiting for the second half of Faralis' words.

"will die."

"Hehehehe, let's fight, poisonous insects of the universe!"

"Asshole, when I kill you, I will make you lie down and sing "Conquer!"

The grumpy mercenaries immediately cursed, and then rushed towards the four stone gates together.

Even if all the villains in the square go in, 10 minutes is more than enough, but once someone starts to squeeze...

"Asshole, if you don't back off, I will chop you up right now!"

The crowd like sardines was all crowded together, but the not narrow stone gate could not accommodate anyone to pass through.

blah blah blah...

Terrorist Jeter's scepter sent sparks across the metal floor.

Recognizing the identity of this black evil ghost, his body suddenly trembled and he subconsciously shouted the word "exit". Then he was pushed out of the square by a sudden repulsive force and was placed somewhere. On the empty seats broadcast on the big screen.

"Huh... just be embarrassed, it's better than meeting that bastard..."

Terrorist Jeter dragged his scepter and walked out of the shadows, attracting the eyes of many villains who were also looking at the situation.

"What's that nigger up to?"

"Could it be that your brain is broken and you want to squeeze together with those smelly mercenaries?"

"It's ridiculous. If someone stabs you in the back, you won't be able to move. Really, I thought it was some kind of powerful character. I'm so disappointed!"

The horror man Jeter turned a deaf ear to him, his walking speed was not fast, and from the very beginning, he was leaning against the shadows, and there was still a considerable distance between him and the crowded crowd.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, some trashy native with no eyes has stepped on my uncle's feet!"

A mercenary looked at the dirty footprints on his newly bought combat boots made of native scalp. It must have been done by some savage, shoeless native hunter!

Roar!

After being scolded by name, the tall warrior with hairspray-like long black hair reaching his waist and red fluff covering everything except his chest, and a tail wrapped around his waist opened his sharp teeth.

"Hmph, stinky monkey, don't you know that you have bad breath?"

The mercenary who was yelled at was not timid. How could he be frightened by an uncivilized monkey who thought he was a master of the universe and a servant of the natives?

click!

The mercenary pulled the bolt, and the crisp sound was no less than thunder on the ground in the ears of all the mercenaries whose minds were tense.

Suddenly, a small space became vacant between the mercenaries and the indigenous hunters.

"Roar? Why don't you yell?" The mercenary looked at the "Red Monkey" who was suddenly depressed, thinking that the new equipment he had just acquired had played a role, and clapped the guy in his hand proudly.

"Seven steps away, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast!"

Just when the mercenary was thinking about whether to accept the native hunter as a slave, or peel off the skin to make a new pair of combat boots, he was surprised to find that he saw his own back.

"Could it be that I have achieved so much magic that even my thoughts can form a scan in my brain?"

This was the last thought of the mercenary in his life.

"Boring villains, boring rules, boring games..."

With a plop, the mercenary's body fell down, revealing the dark body of the Terrorist Jeter.

There was a sound of opening the safety of the firearm, whether it was a mercenary, a bounty hunter, or an A-level wanted criminal, or the emperor of a certain planet, all of them were full of fear of this black figure who would kill at the slightest disagreement.

"Since it's so boring, why don't I destroy it?"

"Rule Breaker!"

Chapter 453 Can those who obey the rules be called villains?

"Rule breaker? What the hell is he trying to do?"

"Aren't you too arrogant to think that you can wipe us all out by yourself?"

"No, he's—quit!"

The whispers among the crowd and the aimed guns didn't make the Terrorist Jeter pay any attention.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Terrorist Jeter directly opened his arms, and uttered a cry from the depths of his soul in a fanatical tone:

"Praise the destruction!"

"Infinity——Jeton Hell!"

Scarlet lightning burst out from the scepter of the terror man Jett. The mercenaries who had already sensed something was wrong immediately chose to withdraw from the villain gathering and became bystanders.

However, there are only a few sane people after all. When the mountain-like cosmic dinosaurs appear one after another, there are still a large number of evil people pushing towards the stone gate.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!

The deep and characteristic cry echoed across the entire square like a red bell.

It wasn't just one Jadon, nor two Jadons, but the entire Jadon army, summoned by the Terrorist Jeter, came to this grand gathering of the strongest villains in the universe.

"Incremental call!"

Terrorist Jeter took out a few cards in a leisurely manner. Before the countless laser beams hit him, he was pulverized by the barrier that appeared out of thin air.

Magga Serpent——Synthesize Magagedon!

Baltan Starman - Synthesize Baltan Jeton!

Golden Ancient Bridge - Synthesis of Pedanimjetton!

Belmonstein - Synthetic Belmontjedo!

The changes of the four-headed Jeton had just stopped, but the Terrorist Jeter still didn't stop his movements.

"EX Evolution - EX Jayton!"

"Hypa Evolution—Hypageton!"

"Death Scythe Armor Evolution-Happageton Death Scythe!"

The seven Zedons completely changed their appearance after the Terrorist Jet drew a card to fuse them.

"The Supreme God of Destruction has seven messengers, and seven is a very magical number, isn't it?"

The Terrorist Jet waved his scepter, targeting all the surviving evildoers in the square.

"Attack, Zedon Legion! Proclaim the name of the God of Destruction!"

The Terrorist Jeter sneered, restraining his brutal and destructive instincts for a long time, and finally let him find a place to vent.

The black scepter touched the ground, and the invisible shock wave centered on the place where the terrorist Jeter was standing, setting off layers of waves.

"Crazy! He is a crazy man! I want to quit—"

boom!

The huge destructive light bullet directly silenced the mercenary, leaving only a black mark that was completely evaporated.

"Uninteresting rules are meant to be broken!"