I made the myth template

The high-frequency vibrating air split vertically and horizontally on the huge body of the sea monster, and it seemed like a black rainstorm fell in the sky.

First the blood.

Then came the shattered viscera and bones.

In less than 30 seconds, the Kraken's struggle weakened.

Its body was almost dismembered by that kind of unfathomable and superb swordsmanship, and its appearance remained intact, but all the internal organs were smashed into rotten meat, hollowed out and thrown away.

With such a serious injury, even the Kraken's vitality is extremely strong.

Also hard to resist.

The sharp claws that held Karn tightly loosened.

Young fighters free-falling through the air, not a good experience.

Just when he was about to have an intimate contact with the earth.

The sun pierced through the blood mist, and a stalwart figure appeared in front of him.Behind him is a huge aerodynamic backpack, and the broken internal organs around him seem to be suspended in the air, and the golden sunlight is upstream.

A strong hand rested on Kahn's shoulder.

His speed suddenly suffocated.

The air was divided into two complete halves in front of him, the light blue spiritual energy surged, and in the blink of an eye, he was already on the third city wall.

He stood up hastily.

In front of him was the old company commander McNee.

Kenny on the left and right, and Ales also looked at him with concern.

"Next time you fight, remember to be careful."

Adam patted the young soldier on the shoulder and said, "The closer we are to victory, the easier it is to invite tragic disasters."

Boom!

The voice just fell.

Behind Adam, a huge fireball exploded, forming a mushroom cloud hundreds of meters high in the air.

The scorching hot current flows slowly from bottom to top, and the texture is clearly visible.

Accompanied by a full blow from the Hellfire defense tower.

Outside the line of defense, the last dozens of sea monsters were also directly evaporated, and their bones were never preserved.

"The war is over."

McNee said.

Compared with Kahn, this veteran company commander with great merit is more mature and stable.

He has no expectations and no fear of war.

Just calmly weighing whether each war is necessary, he slowly withdrew his gaze from the battlefield and looked at Adam.

"Captain, I can feel that your psychic power has grown to the limit."

McNee said.

There was uncontrollable surprise in his tone.

For a monk of Atas, the cosmetics on his body are just icing on the cake, and what really determines their strength is their spiritual power.

They chose to give up their human beings, too.

The body of a mortal can no longer bear the terrifying soul power of the Atas monks.

Only indestructible steel can accommodate this strength from the bottom of my heart.Make them eligible to step into the new psionic level.

A long slumber.

Let the psionic energy of these Atas monks be more or less induced to degenerate.

But with the recovery of the will to fight, they are also adapting to war at an astonishing speed, and their psionic power is also steadily increasing in the process.

嗏

In any case, Adam's psychic power had improved too quickly.

It makes people feel dreamy.

In just three days, he has gone through the second half of the first stage of psionic energy.

It made McNee feel unreal for a while.

"Yes."

Adam nodded, and the psionic energy overflowing from his body flickered in the air like a particle tide.

This characteristic cannot be hidden.

As for explaining... Adam wasn't going to explain.

Anyway, the memory of these Attas monks is not complete, and when the time comes, let them make up their own brains.

"After this war is over, I plan to sleep for a while to adapt to the growth of psychic power and develop some new talents." Adam said, "The important task of guarding this city will be left to you for the time being."

"It's our pleasure."

McNee put his hands on his chest, gave a military salute, and said seriously.

"Goodbye then."

Adam waved his hand, and the aerodynamic backpack behind him ignited again.

Driven by the hurricane-like airflow, his body quickly rose up, sinking into the black tower that might eventually renew the city.

"That's great..." McNee turned around and looked at the messy battlefield in front of him.

The dark clouds dispersed slightly under the surging sea breeze, and the slightly golden sun shone in the city, shimmering.

"What's so good?"

Beside McNee, a martial arts instructor with four arms was boringly clapping his fingers to his ears.

"It's great that we're still alive," McNee said.

===Chapter 175 Willow · Part 4 (Second more [-]K)===

At the end of September, the weather is slightly cool.

Qingcheng.

On the eve of dawn, Su Heng slowly came to the end of the street, an abandoned unfinished building.

In the dark unfinished building.

Su Heng was dressed in black and his solemn face was shrouded in shadow.

The soft and delicate mid-length hair swayed slightly in the morning breeze.

He stood upright, with serious eyes, observing the situation on both sides of the street motionlessly.

It is directly opposite Su Heng.

It's a bustling bar.

The roaring sound of singing and dancing, the intoxicating taste of alcohol.

Even across a wide street, they can be clearly distinguished.

Su Heng has a rather homely personality, so he naturally wouldn't come to this remote bar at this time for no reason.

As for the reason for coming... it was an order conveyed by Qi Xiu.

As a non-staff member of the special department, Su Heng can get a lot of subsidies every month, and can browse the internal information of the special department through the VPN over the wall.

However, if there is harvest, there must be sacrifice.

As a price, at some point, the Special Section issued an order to recruit.

As a non-staff member, Su Heng couldn't refuse either.

Of course, if you forcibly refuse.As an idler, the consequences will not be particularly serious, the most is to be kicked out of the special department.

but.

Up to [-] Real Points are required to unlock the fifth template.

Su Heng is still thinking about entering the special department's storage to absorb real points. In addition, moderate fighting is conducive to physical and mental health.

So, after Qi Xiu gave herself a piece of information about this operation.

Su Heng thought about it, and agreed.

For this operation, the distribution of special departments in Qingcheng paid great attention.

Not only did Qi Xiu, the person in charge, come in person, he also paid a price and recruited many non-staff experts like Su Heng.

According to the information in the document that Qi Xiu gave her.

It is very likely that one of the two remaining great mentors of the Chuanlun Church will appear in the bar in front of him at this point in time.

call…

Today it is today.

Su Heng's vitality has slowly increased to the limit of the first life level.

The distance from the extraordinary is just one step away.

In the state of the fusion template, every point of increase in Su Heng's vitality will leverage an increase of tens or hundreds of points of vitality.

In the fusion template state, he can easily kill a strong man in the extraordinary realm.

As for the real powerhouse of the third life level, whoever wins... We have to fight it at that time.

Confidence comes from strength.

Regarding this action, Su Heng was not nervous.

call!

The street was quiet, except for the noise from the bar, there was only a little wind howling, rolling up a few green and yellow fallen leaves.

The red moon has fallen, and the sun has not yet risen.

in one day.

The coldest, darkest hour has come.

In the bar, it seemed that the whole night of indulgence had exhausted the cultists inside.

The passionate drumbeat gradually subsided.

All sounds are silent.

But this tranquility lasted only a few minutes.

Boom!

On the left and right sides of the bar, there is an astonishing flame dragging a long flame tail, roaring like a mad dragon and rushing into the bar.

The glass on both sides made a crisp sound and broke into pieces in an instant.

then.

The roaring flames expanded in the bar, and more than a dozen flames burst out from the broken windows like a fountain.

The whole street was bright red.

"It's... cruel." Su Heng's face remained unchanged, but after smelling the bloody smell of the charred corpse.

He still couldn't help sighing silently.

Most of his time was spent in a peaceful and prosperous age with good law and order.

In the last days, some of the values ​​of violent institutions have brought a lot of impact to Su Heng.

In this bar.

Although there are no longer a few heretics, there are still more civilians.

But now, for the smooth execution of the task.All these civilians have become funeral objects of cultists.