"Give everything up, what do you want us to hand over?"

Mo Xiaolazy stared at the ghost face in the sky viciously, and he laughed.

"Of course it is kingship, and everything you have built up will eventually lead humanity to its demise, which is decided from the moment you become gods and not men, and give back to people what you are human."

Immediately Werther laughed, shaking his head constantly.

"If there were no you in this world, maybe it would be more peaceful."

"Each other, each other."

Frye said quietly, and suddenly a crimson light appeared on the surface of his body, and crimson particles flickered around his body, among the seven divine powers, the red power was the most powerful divine power.

"It's really amazing, the fourth divine power."

Mo Xiaolazy said, Werther stared at Frye with a solemn face, he was already planning to join the battle, even if he couldn't be captured, he would kill this guy, Mo Xiaolazy seemed to notice Frye's actions, after the two exchanged eyes, Mo Xiaolazi's right eye exuded a slight purple particle.

The casual actions of the two were completely watched by Fry, and he instantly fell from the sky like a red meteor, and the wings on his back fluttered.

With a loud bang, Quasimodo raised his right arm to block Fry's fist, and the prominent muscles dented a little, and the ground under Quasimodo's feet sank.

Frye grinned, and after the blow, he instantly flipped his wings with all his might, and with a whoosh, an orange light swept in front of his eyes, and sure enough, Werther moved at the moment of his attack, which Frye had expected.

"It's a pity that I've decided to retreat."

Frye said as he said to Werther, who was slashing at him with a knife full of orange light, and a yellow light particle flickered around Werther, and suddenly a translucent yellow arm appeared, grabbing Werther's shoulder.

swish

An orange blade slashed past Frye's side, and Werther was dragged by the hand towards Quasimodo, who had already catapulted to the ground.

After feeling a twisted sensation in his legs, Fry glared at Mo Xiaolazi.

"Be careful."

Witt slammed into Quasimodo's body and shouted at Mo Xiaolazi.

At this time, a yellow figure as tall as the wheelchair she was sitting in appeared behind Mo Xiaolan, and grabbed Mo Xiaolan with both hands.

Mo Xiaola's heart was shocked, and when he was about to turn his head, it was too late, Quasimodo instantly grabbed Witt in his hand, and threw him directly towards Mo Xiaolazi, and then his eyes glared at the ghost face who had turned around and was about to fly towards Mo Xiaola.

Sensing that something was wrong, Frye immediately stopped his body, but in an instant, he was plunged into pitch darkness all around, and in an instant, the huge oppressive force made him scream, and the black armor on the surface of his body creaked and began to crack.

But at this time, Frye's will was very resolute and he would kill Mo Xiaolazy first.

Under Fry's control, the villain condensed by yellow particles had already choked Mo Xiaolazi's neck, and with a few snorts, a touch of orange knife flashed, and the orange knife in Werther's hand slashed across the body of the yellow villain, and in an instant the yellow villain turned into scattered yellow particles, and when Werther turned around, the armor on the upper and lower body of the ghost face locked by Quasimodo's power in the air was cracking, blood was splashing, and the ghost face screamed in pain.

"Just kill him without any hesitation."

Mo Xiaolazy gritted his teeth and shouted, Quasimodo woke up for a while, and the black particles on the periphery of his body turned into black airflow.

Frye felt as if his body was about to be crushed, his bones had been crushed and his flesh was being squeezed.

"It's so strong!"

For a moment, Fry's eyes widened, and the particles of red orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple flickered around his body, and there was a loud bang, and a violent air flow bounced off the mental power that suppressed Fry, and Fry looked at Quasimodo, who had jumped in front of him, and smashed it towards him with a huge fist.

"This is the true power of God."

bang

Frye hunched over, blood splattering from his eyes and mouth, and slammed his right fist into Quasimodo's fist.

With a loud bang, accompanied by a violent air flow collision, the two of them flew backwards in unison, Quasimodo's huge body flew directly into the distance, like a missile slammed to the ground, Frye flew in the air for a long distance, stopped and clutched his heart in pain, turned around and flapped his wings towards the barrier area, in the flickering of two red circles, in an instant, Frye had turned into a red meteor and disappeared into the sky above the foul smell area.

"Bastard, you can use seven kinds of divine powers."

Werther's back was already blurred with flesh and blood, he was holding Mo Xiaolazy with both hands, everything in front of him was only a big pit, there was nothing left on the ground, and there were bursts of green smoke all around, and at this time, a take-off and landing plane came towards this side.

"Are you still alive?"

Mo Xiaolazy turned his head and shouted at the large amount of rubble piled up in the distance, and with a bang, a hand reached out from the ruins, and Quasimodo crawled out of the pile of stones, shaking his head.

"No....... Wounded! ”

Quasimodo said, holding up his right fist, looking at a shallow fist mark on it, but it was slowly disappearing.

bang

Frye smashed into the cold and hard ramparts of the wall, and the armor was instantly retracted, turning into a cracked black ball, Frye curled up in pain, blood spilling from Frye's mouth, and he coughed violently.

"Gotta ........ Hurry up and treat. ”

Frye said, struggling to hold the right hand whose bones had been completely shattered, his left hand trembled and from the arm of his right hand, he felt a heptagonal brooch, and after a slight press, a cylindrical drug injection with colored liquid appeared, Frye quickly lifted his clothes, the skin of his body had begun to blacken, and many places bulged, and pus began to grow, some pus pockets had broken open and flowed out of black liquid, and the alienation gene had gone berserk, and the alienated cells were devouring his body.

Ugh

Frye stabbed the tubular injection into his heart, and the liquid inside quickly disappeared into his body, and Fry howled in pain.

"It doesn't seem right, bad."

Frye gasped and lay on the ground, began to shiver in pain, his bone-shattered right hand became swollen at this time, as if it was about to explode, thick water continued to seep out of the skin, his consciousness began to blur a little with his mouth open, the cold continued to stimulate Frye's body, he was about to lose consciousness, Frye knew very well, tried his best to restrain the pain of his body, and the self-devouring of alien cells, he knew very well that once he fainted, he would die.

"Must ....... Hold on, hold on! ”

Frye roared angrily, supporting his body little by little to get up, the right half of his body had been swollen to varying degrees, and some places had become hard and black, Frye was struggling to move his body, his blood had begun to slow down because of the cold of the surrounding environment, and he couldn't control the alienated cells that were still under his control through his consciousness to fight against those violent alienated cells.

Fry's consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and his eyes began to fall into darkness, and his head was groggy.

"Fry, is that all you say? Shouldn't men go for the path they believe in? Even if I fall on the way, even if I die, you will turn me into an undead and get up. ”

In the consciousness of dying, Fry saw a girl with an angry face, and her younger self covered her mouth and was slapped hard by the girl.

"I know, I know, don't show it in my head anymore!"

Frye roared angrily, stood up little by little, pressed the right side of the body, at this time Fry completely sobered up, the right side of the body began to gradually swell, he felt much more comfortable, pressed his body a little crazy smile, in the hard and cold earth, little by little sinking into the darkness, disappeared.

Mo Xiaolazy stared at the pitch-black barrier area in the distance, Quasimodo had already walked over, Werther gasped, many bones on his back had been exposed, but they were already recovering, Mo Xiaolazy looked at Werther with gratitude, just now Werther used the maximum strength to protect himself, otherwise he might be injured by the violent explosion produced after the collision of the power of Ghost Face and Quasimodo, and his purple telekinesis could not defend against the collision of such a powerful force.

Seeing that Quasimodo was completely fine, Mo Xiaolazy looked at his right hand.

"It doesn't matter if you have your hands!"

Quasimodo bowed gratefully, raised his right hand, and opened his rootless fingers to move.

"What the hell is your body made of, if you die, your body will be handed over to me to study carefully."

Werther grinned, and Quasimodo pressed the back of his head with one hand, his head a little shyly lowered.

"I think you'd better get out of here quickly, Lord Werther, you don't want to be exposed, do you?"

Vita nodded, and his figure vanished into thin air.

"I'm sorry Mo Xiaolazy, don't be so reckless next time, after all, you are the section chief of Section 2, do you know?"

Mo Xiaolazy nodded, giggled, now that she knew a lot of things about the enemy, she took out a circular data recorder from her body, turned on the light and shadow screen, and Lilian appeared in front of her.

"Lilian, when you come here, I want you to send the video recording to Section 10 in person!"

"Knowing Lord Mo Xiaolazy, is the situation okay over there?"

Mo Xiaolazy nodded.

"It's in great shape."