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Chapter 78 Fiatlantis Saint
Chapter 78 Fiatlantis Saint
At this time, Wakanda was suspended in the air by Searle pinching the whole person, and his hands and feet fell weakly due to the severe pain in the brain.
His face is full of disbelief, the ultimate speed given to him by the fruit ability coupled with the use of Shaved skills, since his debut, when the enemy can't even see his shadow during the battle, he will be killed by him extremely fast Speed broke his neck, or was torn to shreds by his claws, and he hadn't missed it in ten years.
But now Searle can catch him accurately from his fastest speed, and it looks very easy.
This kind of crushing others at will before being crushed by others at will is like falling from heaven to hell. This strong sense of gap made him think that I was so weak before.
"what!"
The pressure on his head made Wakanda howl in pain. Although his bones and muscles will be strengthened in the state of humanization, but now the part above his temple is pinched by Searle, like an egg being placed Putting it on the hydraulic press, it will be completely broken with a little force.
Am I dying?
Wakanda thought to herself.
Feeling that Wakanda's breathing became short, the whites of his eyes rolled up, his mouth began to gurgle and foam, and Searle relaxed a little.
Then he said: "You can hurt me, and your strength is not bad, so I will give you a chance to tell me the information about the Tianlong people here. If I am satisfied, I can save your life."
Forget your legs, though, and get ready to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair.
Searle thought silently in his heart, his heart was really dark.
"Bah! Don't dream, I will not betray my lord, even if it is death, don't try to pry a word out of my mouth!"
Wakanda spit directly at Searle, but the saliva fell vertically strangely in mid-air.
Searle laughed angrily, his eyes became extremely cold, he looked at Wakanda in his palm as if he was looking at a dead person, and then said with some regret: "Since you are so loyal, then you go to die."
"Wait……"
Searle didn't hesitate at all, and the palm of his hand instantly increased his strength, directly crushing Wakanda's head like a watermelon. The hard head was crushed into powder in Searle's palm, and the blood splashed around with the brain.
"Huh? This kid seems to have said something before he died, forget it, don't care."
Searle discarded the headless corpse of Wakanda aside, shook off the mixed liquid of blood and brain in his hands, turned around and walked over to pick up the sack containing the Celestial Dragons and put it on his shoulders.
Above Wakanda's body, there is a transparent ghost invisible to the naked eye. He looks exactly like Wakanda.
Wakanda: [Black question mark face???]
I'm just talking hard!
I*****!
After all, as soon as someone threatens you, if you give out all the information, they will inevitably doubt the authenticity of the information. Don’t question it, people are suspicious, so Wakanda also wants to refuse a few times first, and then Searle keeps asking , constantly threatening him.
In the end, he had no choice but to pretend to say it reluctantly. In the end, my good fellow, I was crushed to death directly, you are really not human!
Can't Grandma Li be more patient and work hard several times? I just recruited with ease!
But the dead can't speak, and Searle is not a person who can use common sense to judge, just pay attention in the next life.
Inside the old castle with the golden dragon flag in the manor.
In the hall, a handsome and tall young Tianlongren was sitting in front of a black and red piano. He had short golden hair and was wearing a red robe with flying dragons on his body. He was extremely dignified.
He was playing affectionately with his eyes closed, and the black and white keys were constantly being pressed under his nimble and slender fingertips, and then melodious and melodious music would come out of the piano.
But with every brisk or heavy note beating, there must be a sound of Chicken Stranger?
According to the prestige, my good fellow, a steel chain nearly [-] centimeters thick is hanging a rough man on the beam in the air in front of the piano.
He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a flat nose and a sausage mouth, and a shiny head. He is very tall, eight meters tall by visual inspection, like a little giant.
A body full of tendons, without a trace of fat on the whole body, in line with the most standard male appearance, the male index is conservatively estimated to be 1000 million times that of [Eat a peach] [Super sweet candy].
But right now his body was covered with various scars, burns, frostbite, sword slashes, penetrating wounds, and even a certain part of his skin was scary black, making people unable to help but wonder if it was poisoned.
Standing in front of him were CPs in black suits, holding various weapons in their hands, and a CP0 wearing a white robe and a bull-head mask was leaning against a stone pillar next to him.
Whenever a note is heard from the piano, a CP will attack the big man with a weapon in his hand, this time it is a flamethrower.
"Qi...chicken chicken! It's so warm!"
The big man closed his eyes intoxicated, panting heavily, and turned himself into a tram idiot. The CP holding a modified version of the flamethrower swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, pressed the button in his hand to the bottom, and sprayed The flames were a little bit stronger. I thought the bald man would show a painful expression, but I didn't expect him to scream with more enjoyment.
Everyone present couldn't help but shudder, even though this kind of thing had happened more than once, but they are still very much in the heart of this group of masculine elders, but their adults are good at this, so what can they do? Do? Do it.
With all kinds of weapons walking on the body of the bald man, the music finally came to an end.
clap clap!
The CP0 wearing a bull-head mask applauded and walked over: "It's really a perfect performance, and the performance ability of Lord Fiatlantis has been improved to a higher level."
"Well, what about Wakanda?"
Saint Fiatlantis completely ignored this kind of unnutritious flattery, and asked with a blank expression.
"Just now there was a slave riot at the Colosseum in the Holy Land. Wakanda was a little worried, so I went out to patrol."
"Have a heart."
Fiatlantis walked up to the bald man with his hands behind his back, as if he was watching a treasure.
"It's amazing physical fitness. After suffering such a serious injury, he has almost recovered. Such a slave who can play well is extremely rare."
The bald man lowered his head to look at Fiatlantis, and said with a satisfied face: "Today's massage is also very strange, Fiat sauce."
St. Fiatlantis frowned, and said to the CP0: "Santana, the progress of the magma ejector researched by the Naval Science Corps should be nearing completion, right? You can fetch it for me tomorrow."
(End of this chapter)
At this time, Wakanda was suspended in the air by Searle pinching the whole person, and his hands and feet fell weakly due to the severe pain in the brain.
His face is full of disbelief, the ultimate speed given to him by the fruit ability coupled with the use of Shaved skills, since his debut, when the enemy can't even see his shadow during the battle, he will be killed by him extremely fast Speed broke his neck, or was torn to shreds by his claws, and he hadn't missed it in ten years.
But now Searle can catch him accurately from his fastest speed, and it looks very easy.
This kind of crushing others at will before being crushed by others at will is like falling from heaven to hell. This strong sense of gap made him think that I was so weak before.
"what!"
The pressure on his head made Wakanda howl in pain. Although his bones and muscles will be strengthened in the state of humanization, but now the part above his temple is pinched by Searle, like an egg being placed Putting it on the hydraulic press, it will be completely broken with a little force.
Am I dying?
Wakanda thought to herself.
Feeling that Wakanda's breathing became short, the whites of his eyes rolled up, his mouth began to gurgle and foam, and Searle relaxed a little.
Then he said: "You can hurt me, and your strength is not bad, so I will give you a chance to tell me the information about the Tianlong people here. If I am satisfied, I can save your life."
Forget your legs, though, and get ready to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair.
Searle thought silently in his heart, his heart was really dark.
"Bah! Don't dream, I will not betray my lord, even if it is death, don't try to pry a word out of my mouth!"
Wakanda spit directly at Searle, but the saliva fell vertically strangely in mid-air.
Searle laughed angrily, his eyes became extremely cold, he looked at Wakanda in his palm as if he was looking at a dead person, and then said with some regret: "Since you are so loyal, then you go to die."
"Wait……"
Searle didn't hesitate at all, and the palm of his hand instantly increased his strength, directly crushing Wakanda's head like a watermelon. The hard head was crushed into powder in Searle's palm, and the blood splashed around with the brain.
"Huh? This kid seems to have said something before he died, forget it, don't care."
Searle discarded the headless corpse of Wakanda aside, shook off the mixed liquid of blood and brain in his hands, turned around and walked over to pick up the sack containing the Celestial Dragons and put it on his shoulders.
Above Wakanda's body, there is a transparent ghost invisible to the naked eye. He looks exactly like Wakanda.
Wakanda: [Black question mark face???]
I'm just talking hard!
I*****!
After all, as soon as someone threatens you, if you give out all the information, they will inevitably doubt the authenticity of the information. Don’t question it, people are suspicious, so Wakanda also wants to refuse a few times first, and then Searle keeps asking , constantly threatening him.
In the end, he had no choice but to pretend to say it reluctantly. In the end, my good fellow, I was crushed to death directly, you are really not human!
Can't Grandma Li be more patient and work hard several times? I just recruited with ease!
But the dead can't speak, and Searle is not a person who can use common sense to judge, just pay attention in the next life.
Inside the old castle with the golden dragon flag in the manor.
In the hall, a handsome and tall young Tianlongren was sitting in front of a black and red piano. He had short golden hair and was wearing a red robe with flying dragons on his body. He was extremely dignified.
He was playing affectionately with his eyes closed, and the black and white keys were constantly being pressed under his nimble and slender fingertips, and then melodious and melodious music would come out of the piano.
But with every brisk or heavy note beating, there must be a sound of Chicken Stranger?
According to the prestige, my good fellow, a steel chain nearly [-] centimeters thick is hanging a rough man on the beam in the air in front of the piano.
He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a flat nose and a sausage mouth, and a shiny head. He is very tall, eight meters tall by visual inspection, like a little giant.
A body full of tendons, without a trace of fat on the whole body, in line with the most standard male appearance, the male index is conservatively estimated to be 1000 million times that of [Eat a peach] [Super sweet candy].
But right now his body was covered with various scars, burns, frostbite, sword slashes, penetrating wounds, and even a certain part of his skin was scary black, making people unable to help but wonder if it was poisoned.
Standing in front of him were CPs in black suits, holding various weapons in their hands, and a CP0 wearing a white robe and a bull-head mask was leaning against a stone pillar next to him.
Whenever a note is heard from the piano, a CP will attack the big man with a weapon in his hand, this time it is a flamethrower.
"Qi...chicken chicken! It's so warm!"
The big man closed his eyes intoxicated, panting heavily, and turned himself into a tram idiot. The CP holding a modified version of the flamethrower swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, pressed the button in his hand to the bottom, and sprayed The flames were a little bit stronger. I thought the bald man would show a painful expression, but I didn't expect him to scream with more enjoyment.
Everyone present couldn't help but shudder, even though this kind of thing had happened more than once, but they are still very much in the heart of this group of masculine elders, but their adults are good at this, so what can they do? Do? Do it.
With all kinds of weapons walking on the body of the bald man, the music finally came to an end.
clap clap!
The CP0 wearing a bull-head mask applauded and walked over: "It's really a perfect performance, and the performance ability of Lord Fiatlantis has been improved to a higher level."
"Well, what about Wakanda?"
Saint Fiatlantis completely ignored this kind of unnutritious flattery, and asked with a blank expression.
"Just now there was a slave riot at the Colosseum in the Holy Land. Wakanda was a little worried, so I went out to patrol."
"Have a heart."
Fiatlantis walked up to the bald man with his hands behind his back, as if he was watching a treasure.
"It's amazing physical fitness. After suffering such a serious injury, he has almost recovered. Such a slave who can play well is extremely rare."
The bald man lowered his head to look at Fiatlantis, and said with a satisfied face: "Today's massage is also very strange, Fiat sauce."
St. Fiatlantis frowned, and said to the CP0: "Santana, the progress of the magma ejector researched by the Naval Science Corps should be nearing completion, right? You can fetch it for me tomorrow."
(End of this chapter)
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