The towering body of the Spire Throne was getting further and further away.
Fan, who was riding on Bolaher's back, was silent.
He subconsciously touched the huge penetrating wound on his chest, and his expression became even more gloomy.
Seven days have passed since the last tragic battle, but this fatal wound has still not completely scabbed over.
Yifan's terrifying recovery ability is still like this, which shows the horror of Jessor's blow.
The corpses of Jessore and the dragon Van have been properly buried.
It is a tragedy worthy of sighing for no matter who the tragic father and son ended their lives.
For the dragon's behavior, Fan can only repay the purest revenge.
That "it" hiding in the shadows will soon be found by Fan himself.
After experiencing the First World War, Van's growth after surviving the catastrophe was terrifying.
Whether it was Dar, Lancelot, Mist, or Radas who died first, their bodies were not wasted.
In the secret room where the people were, Brahman swallowed them with his power.
Therefore, Fan's strength has now reached an unimaginable height.
In fact, he could have become stronger, but the price was that Jessor and Long would be added to the list of being devoured.
Of course, he could not accept this result.
Recalling the devouring process at that time, Fan was inexplicably retching.
The act of devouring a corpse would not be pleasant anyway, not to mention that the other party was also a human being.
In the past, Fan had been restraining his ability, because he really couldn't cross this threshold, but now everything has changed.
Jessore's power made him realize that there are such terrible people in this world, so His real opponent hiding in the shadows will only be stronger than Jessore.
He had to cross this hurdle, he had to.
Bolaher's speed was very fast, as fast as a shooting star, but Fan was still not satisfied and kept urging it to speed up.
The vague palpitations in his heart became more obvious the closer he got to the white-clothed church.
This had already upset Fan at the end of the battle seven days ago.
It was precisely for this reason that Fan was injured in the wound.
He hurried on the road before the scabs formed.
He always felt that something terrible had happened in the white-clothed church far away from him.
Never think like this silently in your heart.
Quietness, stepping into the sphere of influence of the White Temple, what Fan can feel most is the quietness, the empty wilderness, empty everything, without any living beings, including the Zerg.
The abnormal sight made Van even more upset.
As Bolaher ran with all his strength, the holy city of the White Cathedral was right in front of him.
And the various visions along the way finally poured a basin of cold and biting water into Fan's heart under the defenseless situation of the Holy City.
Fan rushed into the city without thinking, and what he saw next made his already cold and heavy heart fall to the deepest valley in an instant.
His widened eyes reflected the horrific human tragedy.
Blood was everywhere.
Dried and black blood stains covered every corner of the city.
Stacks of corpses are densely packed in every alleyway in the city.
Quickly approaching a corpse, the expression of the dead soldier remained on the pain of the last moment.
His entire body was torn apart, and his internal organs were spread out on the floor.
Under the corpse was the weapon that tore his body apart.
The giant insect, a reaper with a level up to level six, was beheaded by others after killing this warrior.
Continuing to run forward, more and more corpses appeared in front of Fan.
Their strange death postures proved to those who came after them the brutality and madness of this battle.
A huge lurker fell on the central avenue of the city.
Five dead soldiers were hanging on its body, and at its feet were more broken corpses.
Judging from their clothing, most of these people were civilians.
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The battle process he had deduced flashed through Fan's mind.
After killing many unarmed civilians, this seventh-level lurker finally aroused the fiery anger of the Templar warriors.
They rushed towards it desperately, After paying the price of many lives, it was finally killed.
Continuing forward, more and more tragic scenes came into Van's field of vision.
The stench from the rotting corpses made Boraher unable to help but retching.
The bell tower in the center of the holy city was in front of him.
Before he was about to push open the blood-stained door, Fan suddenly hesitated.
This was the place where the fighting was the most brutal.
There were too many densely packed corpses surrounding the bell tower.
The vague feeling of annoyance was at its maximum at this moment.
He took a deep breath and finally pushed the door open with force.
The heavy iron door creaked open and closed, and a strong stench hit his face.
Clenching his palms, Fan pushed away the piled corpses in front of him and walked upstairs step by step.
The tragic battle left too many traces here.
When Fan left last time, everything here was vivid, but now it has become a hell, with corpses everywhere filling all the spaces, even the long and narrow stairs. step angle.
The corpses of humans and bugs were mixed together, and the smell of decay was suffocating.
At the corner of a staircase, Fan suddenly froze his body and saw a familiar face.
The dead warrior held the weapon tightly with both hands.
His stiff and pale face was frightening due to swelling and edema.
The lightsaber, which was still shining, penetrated a huge Zerg, but his opponent also used it.
The arthropod impaled him.
The wounds all over the soldier's body proved the brutal battles he had experienced before, and his unusual attire also proved the glory he had during his lifetime that was different from ordinary people.
The captain of the temple guard, Rasef, was the temple warrior who once wanted to kill Van but was imprisoned by Lin.
Angelil once interceded for him.
Although excessive decay made him somewhat unrecognizable, Van still recognized him at a glance.
He was indifferent to Rusev's personality, but he didn't expect that when they met again, he would already be a corpse.
After staying quietly for a while, Fan continued to move forward.
The closer he got to the top, the slower his steps became.
His tightly clenched fists made a clicking sound.
He didn't dare to think about anything now.
He seemed calm.
There was the most terrifying undercurrent hidden in his eyes, and the heavy worry was about to overwhelm his broad shoulders.
At this moment, he was extremely eager to rush to the top, and because of this, he hesitated more and more.
His perception ability was completely shut down at this moment, because he was afraid that he would not be able to accept the cruel result.
When the familiar corridor finally appeared in front of him, Fan stretched out his trembling hands and slowly pushed open the door in front of him.
This is Lin's room, his mother's residence.
The putrid stench assaulted his nostrils, and there were corpses and insects scattered around.
The northernmost wall of the hall had been completely hollowed out, reflecting the empty sky in the distance.
Fan closed his eyes and took a deep breath slowly.
There was a black blood stain on his hand.
He gently touched it with his finger, and the original red power told him again and again.
The owner of this dried blood is none other than his mother.
The air suddenly stopped flowing at this moment, and when Fan opened his eyes again, the deep and strong anger almost made the entire sky dark and terrifying.
The red eyes are full of the most primitive violence, and the protruding veins are fierce boom The violent sonic boom swept through the entire holy city and at the center of the explosion, the dilapidated central tower had long been wiped out.
Fanli flew up in the smoke and dust, and the flying black sprayed out angrily in the flying sand all over the sky.
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The extremely terrifying aura pumped out of his body like a volcano, like a huge mountain falling from the sky.
The thick and crazy momentum pressed the ground of the entire holy city several meters deep.
The city collapsed amidst the roar, burying all the dead bones that had struggled, but it could not bury the most primitive rage deep in Vanna's heart.
The pulse of perception is almost out of the body, just like the airflow generated after a bomb explodes, sweeping the entire land in an instant with the Holy City as the center.
One hundred meters, one thousand meters, ten thousand meters, one hundred thousand The crazy pulse hurricane roared in, and everything in its path was frightened.
The high-altitude clouds were forced by it, and pieces were broken into mottled scales, and then disappeared in the next moment.
What a terrifying power this is.
This is already a divine power that only gods can possess.
It was at the far edge of the horizon that a huge Zerg with a size as far away as Bolaher was galloping.
Under the dazzling sunlight, the fifteen golden insect marks on its forehead shone in an extremely dazzling way.
Looking at the two nearly dying humans who were fleeing in front of it, it suddenly felt some inexplicable mental tremors.
Just when it was about to swing down the giant turtle and prepare to end their lives, a sudden impact that shook the mountain almost made it lose it. balance And there was a strange murmur in its ears, accompanied by the rotten smell of death, and a pair of crazy and red eyes.
An illusion, but an illusion that is close to reality.
Both in the distant horizon and very close at hand.
"I saw you." 8: