I changed the timeline with the game

These trucks are customized by Antonio to transport rare and dangerous spiritual ore, which are customized from Schlorot Heavy Industry.

The body is made of high -intensity alloy,

The surface is covered with light absorption materials, and even under the weak blood color is not affected too much.

now,

They are full of heavy goods, and each piece of spiritual ore contains inestimable energy and unknown power.

However, Su Wen, who had been prepared long ago, was arranged among these ore.

The heavy truck rolled,

Crusted the road full of gravel and gravel, making a deafening roar.

The huge tire rolled up layer of sand and dust ruthlessly in the advance, combining the thick blood mist around, forming a distorted and diffused mist belt.

This fog not only covers the sight, but also adds a bit of mystery and anxiety. As if every grain of dust is carrying unknown dangers, it indicates the upcoming challenge and test.

now,

Along with the getting closer to the destination, the destination is getting closer.

There is also a more tense and depressing atmosphere in the air.

Just in the driving position of a bright black truck owner,

The handsome scholar who replaced the black trench coat held the steering wheel with one hand.

He looked away calmly and indifferently, and through everything, the dark blue light also penetrated the influence of blood mist and sandstorms.

Under the auxiliary observation of the viewing world, he did not have any sense of tension.

But compared to playing games for more than ten hours in a row, you can maintain a calm self.

Clois, who was sitting in his co -pilot position, was obviously unable to support it.

After turning from the white coat to replacing a bloody -munition robe, the doctor obviously regarded the thick robes as a blanket.

She wrapped herself directly with it,

Later, he fell asleep on his seat like a cute cat.

There is no seat belt,

In this regard, Su Wen just shrugged, and then asked Klose San in the gentle and collateral position: "

"Didn't you take a good rest?"

"How can I have time to rest,

I don’t know how many border doors I have passed this time. If people with space dizziness are probably spit out,

But it's okay, I'm not sleepy. "

She yawned without persuasion,

"Next, I can finally see the Xinghe plan that has been arranged for so long. I must not miss it."

Although so,

But her tone was obviously a little vague.

Su Wen didn't say too much about this, but shook his head with a smile:

"Thanks a lot."

With the roar of the twilight that Su Wen moved towards his destination,

Virgam of the Cleman No. 1 Skyrim has been completely distorted by the ritual of the Champions League.

It was a precursor to the arrival of the fifth -level monarch.

The fifth order represents the thoroughness of the life class to the vast starry sky, and it is [gold] that can leave traces of the sea of ​​silver.

Different from [silver] that can only bring waves,

The rewriting of the life class can not only be measured with combat effectiveness.

Instead, trace,

It represents what a trace of people can leave in this universe.

In other words,

Although there is a gap with the real god -level civilization, the real sixth -level gods, or the semi -gods such as' Future Hyonymo "or the former Haiyao Queen Ilan.

But in the eyes of some people.

They are probably known as the "Shenfu".

And that existence is the enemy,

Perhaps this is unimaginable itself.

at the same time,

Above the battlefield of Lawrenzre.

The intensity of the war is also rising and pulled to the highest.

San Mourning Huaifer has become the edge of the abyss of death and despair at this moment.

The four rune stones of the stabilizer are also broken in the fourth -order battle. The power of the abyss began to swallow everything like a furious giant beast.

It is no longer such an obscure and slow erosion, but it sweeps the entire battlefield violently, dyed the sky into deep purple, and intertwined with the red light twisted on the ground into a hell -like scene.

Those streamer are the direct reflection of the essence of the abyss.

They distort them wantonly, as if they can insight into the deepest fear and despair.

Just a glance is enough to make people's reason collapse, and the soul is contaminated and eroded by unprecedented.

The gates of the abyss were originally jealous by the night guard, and now it has been opened to the greatest extent.

It is no longer a simple entrance,

Instead, it has become a terrorist bridge connecting two worlds and two dimensions.

The torrent of the abyss and the devil's army constantly came from the depths of the gangs to a low and weird roar.

It seems that countless things that are not famous are moving, eager to cross the boundaries, dragging this world into the eternal darkness and chaos.

If it is not for several fourth -order superpatients to use their strength to suppress the corresponding fluctuations,

Perhaps the crisis will be another grade.

at the same time,

The dean who was defected stood on the original college tower,

His pure black jacket is full of scorching black, and even has a few scars that have a thorough bone marrow.

But there was a touch of slap on his face:

"A group of wastes, is there only this extent? !!"

Beside him, there was a silent man wrapped in bandages, and a mass of black mud that was twisting wildly.

At this moment,

the entire battlefield was shrouded in a thick haze.

It seemed that the air seemed to have solidified,

making people suffocate.

Every breath became extremely difficult, as if even the air itself carried the pollution and despair of the abyss.

In this cursed land, the existence of life seemed to have become redundant and fragile, and could be swallowed up by the invisible force at any time.

Except for the occasional low wailing and the roar of mechanical failure,

there was no other sound.

Also because the gate of the abyss had taken the opportunity to open to the maximum extent:

the dark purple and twisted red streamers twisted wantonly from the edge of the door, emitting a sanity attack that would completely pollute even humans who took a look.

Therefore, almost everyone had evacuated back to the fortress of their own academy.

And in the middle of it,

a bald monk sighed in mourning:

"Alas."

He clasped his hands,

lowered his eyebrows and said:

"Declare the complete end of the Saint Mourning Huifar Battle,

we no longer have any chance."

Faced with this proposal, even Director Yu remained silent:

[The Old Ark] still needs to suppress the remaining seawater pollution from the Carrington solar storm in the Binhai Library.

What's more,

because of Jiang Xiuyuan, that place has always been the focus of the Tide Sect, and it is impossible to shift the protection target.

At this moment,

one after another of the disabled wounded just stayed in the mental protection barrier, they looked at the former academy with pain and reluctance.

In the end,

a woman in her thirties with short hair and a lady's thin cigarette in her mouth finally made the final decision:

"There is no way,

declare the complete end of Saint Mourning Huifar to the outside world,

we are convinced that there is no way to reverse such a terrible situation through conventional means.