Warwick the Godfather of Terra

But now she is like a drowning person grabbing the last straw.

Even if you know there is no hope, you still have to try your best.

"Can you, can you help me..."

The werewolf's eyes suddenly became sharp.

My upright niece has never contacted me, let alone asked me for help.

"Son, tell me."

While sitting on the ground and stroking Ceobe's little head, making the silly dog ​​smile, he answered Sir Chen on the other end of the phone.

The tail behind Chen Sir was tightly wrapped around the leg of the stool. This was a little subconscious movement when she was struggling.

Whenever he thinks of something or feels embarrassed, Chen Sir's tail will involuntarily want to wrap around something.

"Are you guys in Chernobyl..."

Sir Chen opened the glass window of his office, stuck his head out, and looked up at the sky.

The starry sky before my eyes was just as bright as the one I had seen with Xiaota many years ago.

"Can you take me to see it?"

At this point, Mr. Chen's words had already begun to sound like they were filled with glue.

He spoke with difficulty, word by word.

By this time, she no longer expected the werewolf to agree to her request.

Sure enough, on the other end of the communicator, the werewolf said "Oh" and hung up.

Suddenly, Da Long Nu collapsed on the chair as if all her bones had been pulled out.

A sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

really.

How could anyone help me, such a bad person like me?

"I'm sorry, Xiaota."

Lying on the chair, the scenes of the white-haired loli and the blue-haired little girl playing together kept flashing back in Chen Sir's mind.

A cold touch passed through the corner of my eye.

"Hey, niece, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

However, before her tears could flow from the corners of her eyes to her chin, a powerful voice sounded in her ears.

Shocked, Sir Chen sat up suddenly.

Glancing sideways, she saw a burly giant wolf sitting next to her, looking at her.

There was care and inquiry in his eyes.

The werewolf looked at Sir Chen, who had tears in his eyes, and felt puzzled.

No, this is too childish.

Why are you crying?

Not to the point.

"fertile..."

Before Sir Chen could even open his mouth to say that, she gritted her teeth and swallowed the words back.

"uncle."

The werewolf nodded.

"Okay, drink this first, and then we'll go."

He took out a bottle of glimmer liquid that he had prepared to mix with beer and handed it to Sir Chen.

Da Longnu took the liquid in the bottle, looked at the green light, opened the lid without hesitation, and drank it all in one gulp.

If these four old bitches saw this, they would definitely jump up and down and curse.

Such a waste.

However, it must be said that the effect of pouring in a large amount of faint light is very significant.

The knuckles of Sir Chen's hands, which had been torn several times, and his body, which was as thin as a dead tree, were instantly healed by a large amount of technology and ruthless efforts!

Even my dry throat returned to normal.

After putting down the bottle, Sir Chen's eyes widened.

What is this? Why is the recovery effect so fast and I don’t even know it?

"Okay, that's it, now it's neat."

However, the werewolf watched Sir Chen finish drinking the glimmer and nodded.

"Let's go."

Sir Chen was stunned.

go?

Before she could react, Da Long Nu felt her feet lighten, and a feeling of weightlessness came over her, and her body swayed.

Once he stabilized himself, he lay horizontally in the werewolf's arms.

"Aren't you going to Chernobog?"

Holding his oldest niece in his arms, the werewolf's figure flashed with golden light.

"Let's go now."

The scorching flames enveloped the werewolf's body, and scorching wings spread out from behind.

Before Sir Chen could react to what was happening, she felt her body lighten.

A blazing meteor streaked across the sky.

The red light shines...

The swearing voice of a fat penguin.

"A double dose of Columbian new-style slang and Victorian old-style slang"

"Longmen's foul language sung in the elegant intonation and aria-like vocalization of Leitania"

"You damn wild dog, next time can you land somewhere where normal people stay?

There are so many places in Longmen, you have to jump down from here!"

Seeing his bar turned into ruins again, the emperor was so angry that his nose was crooked.

At this time, Qi Cheng was still fighting.

The sounds of sharp slashing and fighting continued to be heard.

"Qiang!"

"Ding Dong!"

"Oh!"

A series of sounds like hammering iron came from the pit.

The great sword named Jiangzhan danced out dense and fierce sword flowers that were impenetrable and water could not penetrate.

The greatsword in the old general's hand was not as elegant as Lappland's, but a sword-fighting move that was simple to the extreme.

Chop, hack, cut, poke, stab, various sword styles, each move is deadly.

His many years of military career meant that he would not waste any extra energy.

The two inner guards were forced back by the sharp sword light.

Although this ordinary greatsword made of Eastern materials could not completely cut their heavy armor in half with one blow, under the general's fierce attack that was as dense as a torrential rain and locusts, they found that this sharp sword was cutting scars on their armor little by little, and then cutting it into pieces bit by bit!

"call!"

Finally, after the two guards were sure that they could not take down this battle-hardened general through ordinary physical attacks, they simultaneously extended their other hands to each other.

"ton..."

A heavy and sticky black stance unfolds.

The black snow fell, and in the air, the black and red shock waves were like grease dripping on a chopping board, spreading everywhere stickily.

Heragh suddenly felt his feet and arms become heavy, an unknown force was pulling at his spirit, and the inexplicable texture under his feet and wrists made his sword-swinging movements slow down.

The power of the inner guard is called the kingdom.

This power is gained by stimulating the inner guards' bodies with the demon fragments that were stuffed into their bodies by the warlocks and priests of Ursus after passing through layers of restrictions.

The method of its attack is not any known offensive method.

But simply..

Annihilation.

The ground around Hellagur was melting with black snow.

They are like vaporized bubbles.

But there was no smoke.

But this terrifying black snow could not faze Hellagur.

Sharp sword, black snow.

With understatement, the old man's posture was as neat and nimble as when he was young.

With a few rises and falls, he dodged the shock wave that was as heavy as a water droplet.

With a flash of his figure, when Hellagur appeared again, there was a girl covered in blood-stained clothes between his arms.

To be precise, it was a female corpse.

The little white-haired Carters girl closed her eyes.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and she looked still proud as if she were alive.

"Stop it."

Tallulah’s voice rang out.

Walk out from behind the inner guard.

At this moment, the left half of her face was covered with thin and rugged traces as if it had been burned by magma.

Not only did these red marks not ruin her beautiful face, but they made her look even more seductive.

Like a broken red rose.

"General, you may leave now."

The burning flames on the hand that had almost merged with the sword were extremely dazzling.

Tallulah stood in front of the inner guard.

It was as if the kingdom had no influence on her at all.

"Ursus's methods are still so dirty."

The greatsword was sheathed.

Hellagur had no intention of continuing the fight.

He came down this time just to fulfill the entrustment of an old friend.

It was just like he was entrusted with Nayin by someone many years ago.

"But everything now has nothing to do with me."

He took off his cloak, which had brought him countless honors and accompanied him through the lives of thousands of soldiers and horses, and wrapped the body of his comrade-in-arms' deceased daughter.

He turned around, and his tall and thin figure rose and fell a few times, and he had already stepped out of the tiankeng and left.

Tallulah frowned as she looked at Hellagur who suddenly left.