Chapter 37 End

"The secret method "soul light" is by no means simple."

"After the "big event" of that year, the information about alien monsters and evolutionists spread on the earth at an explosive speed, from the high-level government-military level to the survivors struggling with food and clothing."

Chen Qinghe rubbed his temples and recalled the memories of his previous life, but there was unconcealed fatigue on his face. A large amount of dark energy was consumed, which had a great impact on his mental and physical strength.

The first natural month since the end of the world will be a wave of evolution on the whole earth. More than 60% of the evolutionists in future generations will wake up in these 30 days.

However, the thirty-first day!

A "big event" will happen to the whole earth. The exact information of monsters and the secrets of evolutionists will spread all over the world in just a few days by means of leaflets, rumors, telecommunications, broadcasts, etc. And this is just the beginning. Since the big event, a scientist or a self-proclaimed intellectual evolutionist has published research reports, including equipment design, materials science, industrial parts, computers, evolution and other fields.

ET's fantasy masterpiece "Dark Notes" was announced after the big event and caused a sensation around the world. It was tried by countless evolutionists, but the result was extremely bleak.

All of a sudden!

-squeak,

The sad hiss suddenly sounded, and under a violent shock wind, behind the only remaining monster bat in the scene, rushed like an arrow from the string. The narrow and short space speed faintly broke through Mach, and the roaring sound burst sounded out at the subsonic boundary.

The bat wing brought two beautiful sound burst rain lines, and in the blink of an eye, it suddenly approached less than 20 meters of Chen Qinghe.

Too fast, too fast!

Chen Qinghe found a strange movement and instinctively raised his head, but did not react. He just stood and was not afraid of the bat that flew at a near subsonic speed.

Wh.

A dark shadow jumped out from behind him, stepped on the collapsed metal bracket, and casually shook off something. His posture jumped three times in a row like a triple jump, at the same horizontal line as the back of the bat.

"ho~"

Huang Zicheng shouted loudly, like thunder.

The right hand was in the state of the god of war, and the five fingers burst into the five-level knife-shaped metal knife stab. The bat was not fully approached. The wind had roared, scratching the face like a knife, and the vision of the eyes was completely covered by the purple-red bat wings.

He raised his hand and waved, violently and directly.

The back wings of the bat vibrating, changing the track at a high speed, obliquely across the body, trying to divide the human into two halves with bone spurs all over the edge of the bat's wing, and taste the sweet blood.

Metal knife thorn, bat wing bone thorn!

The two collided strongly, and the sound explosion of the wings behind the bat suddenly stopped. Huang Zicheng was hit by a huge speed close to the subsonic speed, and the back half of the bat was torn open, and one side of the bat wings was completely out of balance. It was like a shaky bird falling into the ruins.

Peng - The rainwater is splashed high, accompanied by sour bat blood.

"Which one is the monster!"

Seeing this scene, the South Koreans were stunned. They looked at the figure that flew into the other end of the exhibition hall and was buried by the wreckage of the booth, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

No matter how strong the evolution's body is, it can never be compared with the owner of the nest that far exceeds the soldier bat. This boy is so crazy. If it hadn't been for the Furious God of War to be too terrible, he could easily tear open the back skin of the bat, which can only leave white marks from ordinary metal tools. Under this near subsonic impact, he will never be attacked by the flesh and wing bones behind the bat. The body is stabbed.

"Cough, cough."

Huang Zicheng dialed out debris and gasped heavily.

If it hadn't been for the metal material of the Furious God of War, which removed most of the impact force of the subsonic speed behind the bat, it would have been a slight viscera bleeding and concussion, which was so simple.

Although it is completely meaningless for him to take action this time, as Chen Qinghe's sword, this is his mission to kill everything that poses a threat to the master and is hostile to the master.

"A big fuss!"

"A stick from a remote place, how can you understand Brother Huang's sincerity to adults?" The Indian snorted, and the corners of his eyes looked at the South Koreans with disdain and despised them.

Hearing this, Jin Xiyuan smiled.

Unexpectedly, he lost his arrogant attitude. He looked up at the Indians with flattering eyes, rubbed his hands, and a lot of wet dandruff fell from his palms. He flattered him with stammering Chinese: "Mr. Wei... Cass..., you're right. Teaching (training), I don't understand--"

"Bangzi, you have to find out who you are now."

"And please note that you can call the name Vikas?"

The Indian sneered and reminded the stick to pay attention to the identity of his prisoner, as well as the obscene thoughts of the South Koreans, which had already been completely seen through by the elegant and wise man.

It is impossible to deceive a wise Kshatriya with a kindergarten-level Chinese!

"Yes, yes..."

Jin Xiyuan nodded repeatedly, and his attitude was extremely humble.

"Just understand."

The Indian's eyes turned, and their eyes fell on the "thing" thrown by Huang Zicheng.

It is said to be "something", but in fact, he is a Vietnamese Li Wenlong!

However, the Vietnamese are no longer in their previous wild image. He himself is lying unconscious in the wreckage, with skin and flesh all over his body, which is unbearable. There are wounds left by hundreds of sharp weapons. Blood is oozing out little by little along the cracked muscles, mixed with the surrounding rain.

"Tut, it's so miserable!"

The Indians were so impressed that they saw a figure coming out of the water vapor in the distance. His expression suddenly changed, like a servant who greeted his master, with a flattering face and saying respectfully, "Your Excellency, you are coming--"

"Hmm."

Chen Qinghe nodded slightly.

He stopped, withdrew his eyes from the Vietnamese, and looked far away at the end of the exhibition hall in Area C. Huang Zicheng pulled out a pile of ruins and pulled out the hidden Tieling.

"My lord, what are you going to do with this stick?"

Singh glanced at the South Koreans and asked.

This saying!

Jin Xiyuan was stunned and secretly scolded the eighteen generations of Indian ancestors in Korean. Unexpectedly, he didn't mention any pot in this evil boy. In order to please him, he did everything.

He quietly glanced at him and heard Chen Qinghe speak.

"I don't care about him for the time being."

"What matters now is our trophy and get the bluebird." Chen Qinghe looked around the messy exhibition hall, and it was not easy to find the American Bluebird school bus that Land Rover was invincible.

However, at present, the nest is empty and the monsters have been eliminated. At least before the foraging bat returns, they still have a lot of time to find the school bus and sort out the materials of the Jinhua Gang.

Hearing this, Jin Xiyuan was secretly relieved.

Anyway, his life was at least saved, but he himself knew that the reason for it was that Chen Qinghe wanted to ask where the remaining Vietnamese were from his mouth.

"Your excellency, thank you for your hard work"

"The next work is up to Vikas--"

The Indians glanced at the South Koreans, as if they were looking at a young and strong pig.