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The familiar aura kept disappearing at a terrifying speed.

Whitehall knew that it was the fire of the lives of those super-soldiers that was extinguishing.

He clenched his teeth so hard that he didn't even know when he lost his glasses.

The original suit and leather clothes have also turned into a piece of rags, no longer the upper class.

He glanced at him in horror and despair, those pair of icy and biting eyes seemed to drown him, he knew that this time he might really have to carry it.

He also had a trace of regret in his heart.

Why do you seek death, why do you seek death out of your own power in an attempt to encroach on the existence that he will never be able to reach?

But more regrets are not cautious enough, after all, there is a cause and effect with a god, and the result of not being cautious is death.

At the beginning, he was still devoured by his reason because of the huge power "Five Three Seven".

Otherwise, his character would be more cautious.

Gritting his teeth, Whitehall, who was desperate, did not give up, maximized his senses, and kept looking for opportunities.

The originally dense screams in the ears were also short and short.

Eventually, it completely disappeared.

Whitehall's heart finally sank to the bottom. From the beginning to the present, in less than a minute, thousands of super soldiers were slaughtered completely without the strength to fight back. This kind of strength.

Far beyond his imagination.

Originally, he did not have a very clear concept of the strength of the Saint Seiya, but he only knew that it was divided into several levels.

Speed ​​level, speed of sound, multiple speed of sound, sub-light speed, speed of light, etc.

In his concept, even if the super fighter he created might not be comparable to the Saint Seiya at all, but it should not be powerless to fight back, and he can completely surpass it in some time.

You know, the most basic thing for him to create these super warriors is the blood of that god.

The vast universe, the powerful aliens, the terrifying hell demon, the supernatural beings, the Blood Clan, etc. In this chaotic era, the only man who can truly be called a god is the man named Karen.

You can see how powerful it is.

The serum produced from his blood is not something that ordinary people can bear, even those soldiers who have gone through countless trials.

It contains violent and terrifying energy.

There is only one thousand who can really survive.

These thousands of super warriors were also the result of the injection of serum that was diluted hundreds of millions of times. Even for this, there were tens of thousands of experimental subjects who died because they could not withstand the violent energy of the serum.

Even if these tens of thousands of people are all over the world, brainwashed homeless people have been found.

This kind of super warrior with great power obtained through endless pain has absolutely no resistance to Ability in front of these holy warriors.

Is a counterfeit a counterfeit after all?

Bang~

Just as his thoughts were chaotic, a stalwart figure suddenly appeared in front of Whitehall. The latter's eyes narrowed, and when he looked up, that familiar face was the silver saint of Lyra of Orpheus.

Broken blue hair fluttered in the wind.

The cold and frosty eyes looked at the idiot in front of him indifferently, as if looking at an ant seeking its own way.

This look pierced Whitehall's heart deeply.

That look reminded him of the guy who led him into HYDRA, and because of this, when he was in control of HYDRA, he let that guy die in endless torture.

However, in the face of this young man, Whitehall had no choice but to be angry.

Because, simply facing those piercing eyes, he seemed to have fallen into the world of endless winter, and the terrifying frost invaded his body and soul.

As if to bury him completely.

For this ant who dared to smear the blood of His Highness, Opie and other boys and girls who regard Karen as a god can't wait to kill this ant.

Even the originally good-tempered Opie is the same.

"You said I should do this to make you suffer the most painful punishment?

A cold voice came to Whitehall's ears.

Dangerous aura continued to spread from the boy's body, Whitehall couldn't help shivering, his pupils shrank slightly, and quickly said: "The great Lord Ophe, I definitely have no disrespectful thoughts towards His Royal Highness Karen. "

"What I do is for mankind to have the ability to fight against unknown enemies.."

"I'm all for this.

"With His Highness Karen's god-like wisdom and Xiongjin, he will definitely understand."

"I can also hand over the results of my research to you, and I can also work for you, my wisdom. 35

. .

The chattering words were interrupted by the boy's cold eyes.

Offi looked at this damn old guy with disgust: "Dirty smash, you have no right to speak the name of His Royal Highness Roar, your stupid actions will make you suffer for millions of years. 35

"You will be eroded by the filth in the abyss, torn apart by the messy and sharp teeth, and your soul will be torn apart by that."

"Death is not your end, pain and torment are."

Every word is like the sound of thunder, shocking Whitehall's mind, and every word constitutes a sentence that cannot be violated.

Whitehall was extremely pale, with cold sweat on his forehead.

He couldn't imagine that kind of picture, that kind of torture and pain was worse than death, and he also knew that the words said by this young man in front of him would not be a joke, because they really have that kind of ability.

Despair, resentment, struggle.

Almost made Whitehall collapse, and in the end he couldn't bear the terrible pain, he roared angrily: "I just crack the realm of God, I just want human beings to have that kind of power, what's wrong 1.0."5

"Karen York, and you guys, are just a bunch of selfish guys.

"You monopolize this kind of power that can step into the realm of gods, but you are unwilling to share it."

"To put it bluntly, you are the same as me, and he is the same as those careerists."

A sound of questioning, a sound of roaring and rolling waves spread in all directions.

On the far away Quin Jet, who had not yet left, Rogers and the others were sweating coldly on their foreheads, and the questioning question almost didn't send them away.

Rogers was in awe of the Whitehall guy.

How dare you ask such a question, such a slander.

a god.

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