Qin Jue often thinks about how to end this chaotic and dark era.
Do you really want to fight with swords and fire until the end of your life?
What if my life span is exhausted and completely disappears?
The giant red fish [Endgame] is just the first alien species to arrive in the starry sky.
There are many, many alien species hiding in the depths of the starry sky, staring covetously at the Blue Star.
What's more, there are those strange stars in the sky, which are constantly coming towards the Blue Star.
Is Blue Star's future really only doomed?
Will all your efforts be in vain?
After thinking for a long time, Qin Jue slowly figured out one thing, that is, staying in Blue Star for development is equivalent to waiting for death. Only by expanding outside Blue Star can there be a possibility of survival.
If he waits for him to kill all the weird, alien, mutated creatures, sons of gods, etc. in Blue Star, he doesn't know how long it will take until the year of the dog and the moon of the horse.
If he hadn't waited for him to finish killing, or if he died unexpectedly early, wouldn't all the previous efforts be equally meaningless?
As a result, Qin Jue's thoughts changed dramatically.
He would rather not clean up the interior of Blue Star, but expand to the starry sky!
"After killing the prophet and guarding against the Mayan treacherous realm, we will begin to march into the solar system!"
With this goal in mind, Qin Jue crossed the Hoh Xil Mountains and came to the Himala Mountains.
The endless Himalayas seemed to always be covered with snow at the top. After looking at it for two seconds, he lowered his head and looked at his watch.
Now the genetic army should be almost advancing to the top of the mountain.
tread!
Qin Jue took a step forward and set foot in the Himalayas.
He stretched out his scorching angel wings from behind and rushed towards the top of the mountain at high speed.
Many soldiers from the Prophet Legion spotted Qin Jue on the way.
Those pair of distracted eyes conveyed all the scenes they saw to the prophet's temple.
In the temple of the Prophet.
The huge triangular mirror hangs quietly in the air.
In the mirror, it was the scene of Qin Jue charging with his angel wings.
The prophet's eyes with slightly rotating gears looked at this picture quietly without any change in his eyes, like an extremely cold machine. This expressionless mechanical face was instead filled with a mocking smile.
"In my field, thousands of believers are my eyes."
The prophet turned to look out the window, his emotionless voice echoing slowly.
"You think you are hiding enough, but you have nowhere to hide in my eyes."
"The inheritance of ancient Daxia should come from me."
"How can you, who is so blindly confident and foolish, be qualified to carry the fire..."
In front of the prophet, a light blue light curtain appeared.
He stretched out his fingers engraved with mechanical symbols and tapped twice on the light screen.
Then four red dots appeared and slowly moved towards the place where Qin Jue must pass.
"All four new century warrior captains are dispatched, which can be regarded as a sign of respect for you."
Among the towering snow-capped mountains, halfway up the mountain.
A huge boulder more than twenty meters high and covered with heavy snow suddenly fell off, revealing a pair of pure white prismatic eyes.
Then heavy snow fell, and a slender figure holding a thirty-meter silver sword slowly stood up.
There are also three identical humanoid fighting mechas slowly standing up from three different directions.
Their streamlined heads, which are full of science fiction, resound with the prophet's orders.
Their heads all turn in the same direction.
"Lock the target..."
The thirty-meter silver swords in their hands emitted white light.
"The weapon system has been activated and is infusing energy..."
Buzz!
All four silver swords made crisp sounds.
The white light that was originally expanding shrank into the surface of the sword in an instant.
"Weapon systems are ready."
"The energy transmission system has completed its operation."
"Energy core activated!"
As the last mechanical synthesized sound sounded in their heads.
The four humanoid combat mechas suddenly shot off on the spot. Amidst the sputtering snowflakes, a pair of orange-yellow wings full of science fiction were spread out from their backs. Each wing was composed of seven mechanical wing bones. There are hexagonal orange mesh-like wing membranes in between.
Bang bang bang bang! ! !
In front of Qin Jue, four new century warrior captains appeared in unison.
Qin Jue was surrounded by the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.
"Huh? So fast?" Qin Jue had a strange smile on his face.
"The prophet is so confident, can you four mechanical lumps kill me?"
It seemed that Qin Jue was not surprised or cared about his whereabouts being exposed.
"Lock the target and start hunting!"
Four combat mechas carried 30-meter machetes and charged at Qin Jue.
Qin Jue smiled indifferently, and his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot.
When he reappeared, he was standing above four battle mechas.
In his left hand is the hot red sword of Zhong Kui.
On the right hand is a wheel-turning king circle burning with purple flames.
Under his crotch is a huge war horse wrapped in pure black armor.
Behind him is a huge, illusory shadow of the Yin God.
"Please be a person who has a taste of the power of the King's Circle."
Qin Jue smiled slightly and raised his palms high.
The King's Circle flew out of his hand and spun wildly under the snowy sky.
These are two layers of flying circles, representing life and death.
Each layer has six blades, representing the six paths of reincarnation.
The first layer rotates counterclockwise, but the second layer rotates clockwise, representing impermanence.
At this moment, Qin Jue revealed his new trump card: the Divine Pattern of the Chakravartin King!
Representing the cycle of life and death, the six-path impermanence of the wheel-turning king circle carries an increasingly powerful purple sword light.
However, there is no doubt in the program of the four combat mechas, only pure offense.
They rushed towards Qin Jue without hesitation, raising their 30-meter silver-white sabers, trying to smash the Wheel King's Circle that was blocking Qin Jue.
However, they were sucked into the purple sword light of the Wheel King's Circle, just like entering a meat grinder, spinning with the rotation speed of the purple sword light, and directly lost all mobility.
"Lock the target..."
"Start...the hunt."
Intermittent mechanical synthesized sounds came from the wheel-turning king circle.
The wheel spins faster and faster until it produces a purple phantom that is invisible to the naked eye.
Soon, the broken-arm remains of the four combat mechas were thrown out.
Those mechanical synthesized sounds finally disappeared completely.
Looking at the broken arm remains that were constantly thrown out, Qin Jue's eyes calmly raised his head and looked at the Prophet's Temple not far away.
That extremely calm look seemed to be provocative and mocking.
In the prophet's temple, looking at Qin Jue's eyes in the prismatic mirror, a rare emotion of anger appeared in the prophet's heart.
Just killing four new century warrior captains, is it worth being so arrogant and domineering like you, the fire type! !
The prophet reached out again and tapped the light blue light screen several times.
"Do I have to use the New Century Judgment Roulette to punish you?"
This time, magnificent and majestic mechanical music sounded in the prophet's temple.
A silver-white roulette floated from the top of the Himalayas. The snow and rocks on the surface were scattered, and the snow-capped mountains continued to tremble.
