Hotel on the mountain

Time seemed to slow down - after losing the grip of his hand, the tip of the knife slipped out of Mengzhi's neck and picked out two drops of bright red blood. The silver-wave pattern on the blade reflected a cold light under the cold moon, but this light was quickly soaked by the dripping blood. The blood slid to the handle of the knife. When the handle dropped, it hit the dream. On the shoulder, there was a "pop" sound, bouncing up and falling again.

The entire knife began to shake and roll. Its silver and red sides kept rotating, reflecting the moonlight, tearing the air silently, and then passed over Mengzhi's clothes and hit the side of the shoes. The tip of the knife, which was condensed with blood beads, fell on the wooden board in front of the port door. It made a clanging sound and swayed twice, losing its greatest intimidation in its life.

There was a loud shout and thunder exploded from the ground——

"Help!!!"

Jetro looked excited and yelled at Moore, while he spread his legs and turned back towards Kablan.

His turning feet kicked up a large amount of fine sand. At the moment he turned around, the brilliant purple light penetrated the air barrier like thunder and shot towards Zheng Yu from Moore's long-charged hand. Urd stood up.

Urd's black pupils reflected the blazing purple light. He watched the attack getting closer and closer. He raised his arm with difficulty, trying to pull Mengzhi's clothes to block it in front of him.

But the blazing purple light with the supreme aura had already rushed in front of his face, reflecting his frightened expression and twisted and wide-open lips and teeth - before he could even blink, it hit him. His face flashed past him in an instant, as if taking away his soul, making his pale face pale forever.

Jetro's running feet stepped on the soft sand, and his body gradually lit up with pure purple light, dragging an afterimage through the air.

All around him were the fallen members of the hunting team, groaning feebly. In front of him, Qiu Guang gritted his teeth and took down all the medicine that could enhance his physique. He roared and poured all his spiritual energy into the Horned Dragon Shield Axe!

Kablan smiled wildly.

She hadn't used such a comfortable "damage condensation" for a long time. Except for the inability to include Moore in the sharing system, all the results were in line with the ideal conditions for this technique - the reason why she was rated as a seven-star psyker. , because her combat power fluctuated too much. Her lower limit is seven stars, but she can get infinitely close to nine stars with the upper limit of "damage condensation".

For this reason, the Spiritual Assembly, which regarded the six ships of the Dragon God Cult as its imaginary enemy, sent Kabulan out. They also thought that the Dragon God Cult's plan would start a small war in the Alpine Hotel. This kind of chaotic scene was the most suitable for Kaplan to appear. Although there are some discrepancies in the current results, Kablan feels that it does not affect the outcome.

She reached out and pulled out the double psychic swords from the red light that covered her body - she had already seen that Moore was a psychic who was not good at close combat. As long as she relied on the nearly a hundred lives at the scene to fight with him, Sooner or later Moore will be exhausted.

And the young master of the Raya family and his woman, who had never heard of or seen any outstanding achievements, were not worth mentioning at all.

Jetro rushed towards Kablan, Kablan towards Moore, and Moor towards Dream.

In her dream, her eyes reflected the magnificence of purple and red light, and she also saw the fine sand raised by Jetro's unrelenting galloping forward. She stood on the wooden floor of the port, listening to a lot of wailing around her, and let the blood on her neck spill out, indifferently.

In the world of Yetro's consciousness, the spiritual energy group that was almost the size of two ponds quickly rotated and scattered, converging in front of the fist made by his white fingers.

He only knows that although the damage done by humans can be close to that of ancient dragons, their physical constitution is far inferior to that of ancient dragons. If the injured black dragon can be seriously injured by the spiritual energy of a pond, then he will use up his entire body to reach nearly two ponds. Can his spiritual power knock this damage-condensed shell away? !

Kablan's smile was wild and his eyes did not fall on him at all, which made Jetro, who had already rushed forward, very unhappy. He couldn't help but think of the feeling of being ignored by Urd before, and felt that he had become dispensable in the eyes of everyone.

This neglected sad emotion was amplified by Jetro, so much so that his state of mind at this time was like a volcano containing angry flames. He couldn't help but overturned the thousand pounds of restraints on his head and released National curse——

"Laugh? Laugh!"

A fist packed with pure psychic energy struck the blooming red light of Kablan.

Kablan, who was walking forward with two psychic knives, felt a fist touch her navel, which made her a little confused. She looked down and couldn't help but think of a question -

When the head is separated from the body, does the head feel like the body is missing, or does the body feel like the head is missing?

But this question soon no longer needed to be answered, because she felt as if she had fallen into an endless abyss. The whole "person" was rolling and spinning. With a soft "pop" sound, she found that she was "buried" In the sand.

She turned her eyes doubtfully, glanced upward, and found Jetro Raya standing above her with his fists clenched, his lowered eyes looking at her without any emotion, the December moonlight filtering through. His messy blond hair reflected on his face, and Kablan felt that she was being watched by God—the last sight of her life was fixed in this scene.

The beach is no longer a complete beach; the jungle is no longer a complete jungle.

In front of Jetro, the cake of the earth seemed to have been scooped out by God with a spoon, leaving it exposed with cone-shaped incomplete scars. Grains of sand began to slide down from the broken soil layer. Jetro looked at the head of Kablan who had lost his breath, and turned back expressionlessly.

None of the hunting team members who were lying on the ground unconscious in pain woke up. Qiu Guang, who had just raised the giant ax above his head and prepared to unleash "Psychic Liberation", was frozen there. Moore, who wanted to rush to Mengzhi and hug her, stopped and turned his head with an incredible expression. Only Mengzhi's posture remained the same, as if he had known it would be like this.

"Are you okay?" Jetro walked closer and spoke with his vocal cords.

Mengzhi's eyes seemed to be stunned for a moment. She looked at Jetro's face, which was trying to pretend to be calm, and gently controlled the muscles on his face to raise the corners of his mouth, and replied in a realistic voice that she hated: "It's okay."

It turns out that Mengzhi’s voice is so beautiful.

Moore, who was standing a few steps away, did not dare to get closer.

Jetro nodded, tore off the cloth belt from his clothes, stretched out his hand, handed it to Mengzhi, and said in his mind: "Tie it up to stop the bleeding."

"The wound is not deep, there is no need. And your clothes are not hygienic."

"Just pretend to tie it up."

Mengzhi took the torn cloth tape and wrapped it around her neck very professionally, creating the graceful look of a silk scarf.

Jetro walked to Qiu Guang, who was still holding a giant ax and staring at the ravine a hundred meters away in a daze. Jetro patted him on the shoulder and said, "I have to ask you to destroy the gully and cover it up a little."

Qiu Guang nodded, walked to the place where Jetro was originally standing, and kicked Kablan's head away. He stared at this huge ravine that spread into the distance, and it was difficult to understand how a huge psychic attack could cause such an otherworldly destructive power.

Qiu Guang raised the shield ax above his head, letting the horned dragon shield ax that had been charging for a long time perform "Psychic Liberation". The rotating giant ax slammed into the ground, and the earth-shattering sound seemed to be the roar of a horned dragon. An earthquake-like shaking was brewing and breaking out in the ravine, as if several rows of rockets were detonated underneath, tearing the soil apart. It seems that if you put the little sea dragon in this pit, it will be blasted to the sky.

This power was already very powerful, but Qiu Guang withdrew his shield ax and looked at the damage he had caused with all his strength. It was less than half of the aftermath of the former, so he put his hood over his head and stood without saying a word. Behind Jetro.

The sky was long, the cold moon was shining brightly, and a wisp of fireworks suddenly shot up into the sky, exploding into a colorful display. Looking up, it turned out that the party at the Alpine Hotel had come to the end of the New Year's Eve. Special fireworks made of light bugs lit up the night in sequence. One would imagine that in a hotel, guests would spend a wonderful evening with music and drinks, and they would have no idea what was going on outside.

And outside, 1802, arrived.