The weather today is very good, the sky is blue and cloudless.
When the bright sunshine shines down, all the buildings on the ground look bright, warm and harmonious.
And quiet.
The situation on the Wasteland Continent is turbulent, and it feels like it is a vast land with few people. The buildings are all built in a spacious, sparse and bright manner. There are large gaps between the tall buildings. In the city, you can walk around casually. , you can still see many traces of ruins.
It can't help but make people feel a bit of desolation and vicissitudes, and the loneliness of the sky high and the wind far away in their occasional leisure time.
Especially in the recent period, all the residents in the city have been moved away, and even the real bodies of An Ling and Hei Cuodao are actually no longer in the city.
The whole city seemed more vigorous and lonely.
When Chu Xinggu walked in here, he fell in love with this city almost immediately.
Of course, this is not the first time he knows about the existence of this city. He has even observed all aspects of the city from various pictures and videos under his command, and has learned about the relationship between the management here and the coalition government.
But at that time, he didn't care much about the city, and he didn't come there in person. He didn't know that the atmosphere of the city before the war would suit his aesthetics so well.
Good, so beautiful, really good.
He has decided that if this city is destroyed in the battle today, it will be rebuilt on the original site and used as one of his "villages".
The layout of the city cannot be changed. The luxurious ones must be so luxurious, and the ruins must be those ruins. If there are not so many suitable scraps, of course the newly created things will be destroyed into waste.
Just kill Guan Luoyang first. The loss of resources was not among his concerns. Cheap manpower provided a more comfortable working environment for those at the top of the pyramid.
And as long as the situation in the Wasteland Continent continues, more bad uses of technology will be developed, and people will become cheaper and cheaper. Those who originally controlled the materials will naturally have wealth in their hands. It will appear stronger.
Chu Xinggu liked this prediction very much.
Some people once thought that he was wanton, unscrupulous, and extravagant, and cited some examples.
For example, it was pointed out that Chu Xinggu had acquired no less than 1,900 properties for himself in more than half a century. Some of them were given to him by others in order to establish a relationship with him, but there were also many that were Because he glanced at it when he happened to pass by, he thought it suited his eyes, so he circled it and regarded it as his own territory, and no one else was allowed to touch it.
Real estate in the wasteland is actually not valuable. At least for most people in the wasteland, they don’t care so much about houses fixed in one place. There are too many other places where you can pick up similar houses and renovate them. You can live there.
But Chu Xinggu's real estate is different, because the places he has designated have unique features, either containing certain types of rare minerals, or containing large factories that can support the vitality of the entire area.
Sometimes, these properties even contain some living creatures. Within the territory enclosed by him, whether they are rare beasts, mutated poisons, or the people who originally lived here, they are not allowed to leave here from now on. It is not allowed to ruin the appearance of this place.
Even sometimes, those scenes that Chu Xinggu considers "pleasing to the eyes" and "uniquely artistic" actually represent a backward, inconvenient, and depressing living environment.
There is no way, people's aesthetics are always very diverse. At that time, Chu Xinggu still admired the person who accused him.
He raised that person well and provided him with good food and drink. He only asked that person to have the same full mood every day, make the same article, and scold him again.
Of course the man refused to comply, but soon he found that his relatives, friends, and neighbors had all moved to the place where he was imprisoned.
They were not imprisoned, but invited.
The illnesses of their loved ones have been eliminated long ago, and they have been replaced with the most high-end bionic prostheses. They have regained clear vision, smell, taste, touch, and even physical desires. They cried bitterly and were grateful for their freshness.
Neighbors also live a life that was unimaginable before and are freed from their previous suffering.
So they all came to thank the person who scolded Chu Xinggu.
The man became even more angry. He picked up his pen again, wrote articles, read aloud, and cursed.
When Chu Xinggu occasionally thinks about it, he will ask his subordinates to take a look at the video of this person, pick out a few good ones from the speeches and curses once a day, and enjoy themselves by commenting on them.
Later, the person's level seemed to have dropped. His scolding was no longer so angry, his words were not so sharp, there were many repetitions, and the number of words became shorter and shorter.
But he lived in the midst of everyone's happiness and joyful expectations, and could no longer stop himself until he committed suicide.
After Chu Xinggu found out, he felt very sorry, but he did not take back the generous life enjoyed by that person's relatives, friends and neighbors.
Those people are still happily continuing their daily lives, just like Chu Xinggu's other properties, staying quietly where they should be.
After all, those little resources were nothing to Chu Xinggu. Just kill Guan Luoyang first.
"I have lived such a long life, worked hard to this day, and practiced hard day and night, just to have the power, spend money like water, and do whatever I want!"
Chu Xinggu walked in this deserted city, admiring the city while shaking his head, raising his hand, clenching his fingers, and looking directly at his fist.
"I have such great strength, such high talent, and in such a long life, I neither take pleasure in killing nor torturing others. I only enjoy collecting. For such a small pleasure, I always need someone. Come to hinder me, why?"
He raised his head, looked forward, and said sincerely, "Friends from far away, you come to judge me. You said that you are looking for trouble for nothing, traveling across the ocean, invading my home, and insisting on disturbing my little joy in life. Should this guy die?"
Guan Luoyang, whose body was burning with strands of Hanxuan Tribulation Fire, was also walking on this street, smiling and shaking his head.
"Shouldn't?!"
Chu Xinggu screamed in shock, took several big steps forward, and asked eagerly, "You mean it shouldn't be? How can such a person not die?!"
"I think it's damn good!" A voice answered his question.
Starting from the southwest corner of the city, buildings roared, cracked, tilted, and collapsed, raising large amounts of smoke and dust that spread to the side of the street.
Out of the smoke walked out a man covered in tattoos and with a body as majestic as a hill, followed by six other men with similar looks and builds to him.
The seven directors of Titan Heavy Industries are said to have reached the seventh level of psychic power ten years ago. Among the psychics of this level, they are relatively junior, but no one dares to underestimate them.
It is said that they were originally the final product of a large biological laboratory. Although the seven of them are not brothers, they are better than brothers. Together, the seven of them can increase their psychic level to a higher level. Once they were only third-level psychics. At that time, there were rumors that seven brothers had joined forces and killed fourth-level psykers more than once.
Not to mention, they have now invested all the power resources and spiritual energy reserves in their own territories into themselves. Each of the seven of them has entered the scope of the eighth level of spiritual energy. Once they attack together, the upper limit of their combat power will be as high as Unknown.
As soon as the seven Titan brothers appeared, another cold voice came.
"I feel damn good about it too."
The man, whose whole body was covered in a white military uniform and a pure white cloak, suddenly appeared five hundred meters behind Guan Luoyang.
The distance of five hundred meters made this man's figure look small, as if he blended into the urban background at the end of the street. Even if he raised his head, others could not see his face clearly, only a pair of eyes, like cold gems, inlaid with Under the brim.
"We have had our own order here for a long time. The law of the jungle and natural selection are the truths of hundreds of thousands of years of natural evolution. What's more, the existence of the Promised Land has given countless people the opportunity to climb up. They can't climb up. If you come up, you can’t compete with others, it’s just that they deserve it.”
"You unite the political power and like to be nannies for the people under your control, so just play that trick on your own territory, and don't come to provoke our territory and seize the power in our hands!"
This person was the Silver Army Master who once defeated all the players in the same period in the Magical Zone of the game world with his "psionic fighting spirit". He even defeated all the Children of Luck in the Magical Zone at that time and seized the certificate of divine power.
His most recent attack was fifteen years ago, and he was nominally a psyker at the peak of the seventh level of normality. In fact, it seems that he has stepped into the threshold of the eighth level at some point. After the blessing, The state is even more mysterious and unpredictable. It can actually absorb the spiritual energy signals blessed from the outside into the body.
With each breath, the ghostly light of spiritual energy flickered around him. It seemed that his spiritual energy did not originate from the brain, but was retracted and released in every part of his body.
Even when the Silver Army Lord spoke, every word contained a mysterious wave of spiritual energy, as if it was causing the energy in other people's bodies to surge out of control as well.
From the moment they saw the first ray of calamity fire ignited on Guan Luoyang's body, even if they didn't understand the cultivation system of "Tianhe Zhengfa", their spiritual sensitivity was enough for them to understand the nature of it.
Overcoming the tribulation can represent the strength after the tribulation, but also represents the fatal flaw that is easily disturbed during the tribulation.
The Han Xuan Tribulation Fire was originally transformed from Tianhe's mana to burn the Dao Foundation. Although the Nine Tribulation Fires also meant the nine transformations of the Dao Foundation's mana.
However, while the calamity fire is burning, the mana in the body is in a state of constant depletion.
Moreover, psychic energy comes from the power of the soul, and one's own mentality is sometimes very critical.
While they were talking, they looked back on their past, not only to wait for Guan Luoyang's low point, but also to build up their own momentum and polish their murderous intentions.
At this time, a one-eyed figure covered in bandages also appeared in the glass display window of the cake shop on the right side of the street.
"Guan Luoyang, I heard that you lived three hundred years ago. Humph, I must have seen all the vicissitudes of life. But do you know what the life of a person who encountered a catastrophe was like when he was just born?"
The bandaged man’s voice was weird, and when he spoke, there were countless echoes stacked together, “I have struggled to survive in the catastrophe since I was a child, fighting for a little dirty water among my companions, doing odd jobs in underground clinics, step by step. Yes, I have been through gangs, escorts, warlords, and semi-mechanical groups. I have fought many intrigues and worked hard to achieve my current position."
"We are able to stand above tens of millions of people because of our hard work. God rewards hard work. If you want to change all this, you are going against the law of God. Shouldn't you die?"
This shouting question spread with heavy echoes.
Things like sound waves have always been getting weaker as they spread, but this shout, under the influence of psychic energy, went against common sense.
At first, it was just a loud shout, but the more it spread, the more it stirred up the air. All the fragile objects buzzed, and the water on the ground also trembled, sputtering out layers of spray.
This is not just the psychic energy emitted by the bandaged man, but the sound wave that is heightened again after being resonated by powerful psychics from all directions during the spread of sound waves.
They haven't shown up yet, they are just ambushing in all directions of the city, southeast, northwest, heaven and earth. The sound waves at this level have already represented their answer.
When the sound waves spread beyond this urban area, not only thin and fragile objects, but also reinforced concrete buildings will be shaken and roared.
All doors and windows were destroyed, shop signs were blown to pieces, walls were cracked, and heavy pillars were shaken like loose building blocks.
As a result, a strange scene appeared throughout the city.
The urban area where the sound wave originated has retained a generally intact architectural appearance within a circular area of about five kilometers in diameter.
Beyond this area, urban buildings, whether tall or short, were shaken by the spiritual sound waves that were rising and resonating. They were shaken here and there, sometimes collapsed, and were devastated.
Wherever the sound wave passed, it was like a huge wave of dust and smoke that shook the sky. In the end, it even expanded to exceed the height of a skyscraper. It roared with strong winds and debris, and was blown outside the boundaries of the entire city.
Cups, basins, clothes, trash cans, window frames, deck chairs, half a car, etc., as well as countless daily clutter, were just thrown into the wilderness outside the city, blown by the strong wind, and scattered on the ground. Roll and roll.
The terrifying power of more than eighty high-level psychics gathered together was displayed just like this, with just one sentence and without even making any clear attack movements.
When they have the same will, they only need a few syllables, a kind of acquiescence, to destroy cities and exterminate living creatures.
Ever since Chu Xing invited everyone to the banquet, these eighty-odd people had been accumulating murderous intent, fighting spirit, and desire for destruction every minute and every second.
Finally reached the peak at this moment!
"I mean, I don't argue with mentally ill people."
Guan Luoyang's smile disappeared and he said in a calm tone, "Should I do it, should I not, what kind of pretentious and silly question?!"
"After I kill you all, I will lead the people on this continent with my friends to a path that can make people live more peacefully. How can I have time to chat with you?"
He opened his arms and the calamity fire surged.
"Stop talking nonsense and come forward to die!"
The first level of calamity fire has not subsided, but the second level of calamity fire has already surged and erupted. It looks like the fire of Han Xuan is expanding again and again, first level, second level, third level, fourth level, fifth level, sixth level. …
In the blink of an eye, the nine levels of calamity fire were released, and all Tianhe's mana poured out of the body and turned into calamity fire. The controllable mana energy in the body fell to the lowest point.
Chu Xinggu's eyes blazed brightly, he groaned and pulled out his waist, flicked his hand, and struck out with a bang. The head of the stick seemed to reach the sky, and he was struck out!
In the entire Wasteland Continent, all the top experts accumulated over the past half century launched an offensive.
Jiushan has been planning for a long time, dividing the Promised Land, the Wasteland Continent, the two worlds of virtual and reality.
Attracting Guan Luoyang's spiritual energy, the true meaning of the demon, and the vacuum power, all his reinforcements were attracted, and only his brain and body, which were the source of his thoughts, were isolated from the real world to arrange this murder.
Finally played with this stick.
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