Kill me you said, I created the sequence, what do you regret

Ximier stood up with difficulty, leaning on a cane. He looked around.

His eyes had lost their light.

No one could survive anywhere else except here.

No one in the Nether Spirit Tribe could withstand such firepower.

At this time, he saw the ghost doll who had collapsed on the ground.

He immediately said to Yina: "Go see the spirit ancestor. As long as he is here, the Nether Spirit Tribe will not be destroyed."

However, Yina was in a trance at the moment, as if she could not hear anyone talking at all.

Seeing this, Ximier slapped Yina in the face.

"Wake up, my tribe is not extinct yet. If you don't go, we really have no hope!"

This slap brought Yina back to consciousness a little.

She recovered at this moment and looked at the shield above her head that kept flashing and would break at any time.

She looked at the bewildered tribe members around her.

"I know, tribe leader."

After saying that, she immediately ran towards the house where the ghost doll lived.

After she left, Simiel stood up in a slightly embarrassed manner.

He came to the room where the milk bottle was placed.

The holes in his hands and the soul necklace began to drip out the spirit liquid continuously.

Unlike the almost transparent spirit liquid before, the spirit liquid dripping from his palm was milky white, and as the spirit liquid continued to drip into the milk bottle, his pupils gradually became dilated.

The most tragic thing about the spirit clan is that even if they encounter such a thing, they don’t even have the ability to resist.

The chief of the clan can do is to make his death have some value.

On the other side.

Yina saw the ghost armor lying on the ground at a glance.

The ghost armor had cracks on it, as if it was crushed by gravity, but the transformed flesh and blood inside the ghost armor could be seen faintly.

It can be said that

If it weren’t for the ghost armor made by the alchemist, the ghost doll would have died when the full bullet was fired just now.

There would be no chance of virtualization at all.

The mechanism of the ghost armor is biological, which is equivalent to wearing a biological creature.

As long as there is enough energy, it can be restored.

But now, the ghost armor has no reaction, and the ghost doll has fainted.

Yina did not peel off the ghost armor and take out the ghost doll, but kept slapping the shell of the ghost armor, trying to wake up the ghost doll.

"Spirit Ancestor, wake up."

"Please, you must wake up!"

Her tears could no longer be controlled, sliding down her cheeks, and because of the dust on her face, these tears turned black.

Just then.

In the Dawn.

The messenger looked at the screen and said excitedly: "Commander!"

"The sequencer ghost doll has been found, and he has fallen into a coma!"

Hearing this, Guo Jin laughed, and then he also turned on the screen. Looking at the girl of the Nether Spirit Clan who was constantly slapping the ghost armor, he was in an unusually good mood.

Guo Jin mocked, "Is this all the Sequencer can do?"

"It was just one volley. Even if he protected the surrounding area, what would it matter?"

"In the end, he will still be beheaded and hung on the top of the central tower!"

"Give the order!"

"Open the hatch!"

"All psychics leave the cabin and kill any enemy they encounter!"

Messenger: "Yes!"

He immediately picked up the microphone in front of him and said,

"Commander's order."

"Open all hatches on the Dawn. All psychics, kill any enemy they encounter!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dozens of hatches opened one after another.

Psychics ejected from the hatches, like meteors, sliding down in the sky.

The remaining Nether Spirits, watching this scene, had no choice but to flee in panic.

Very quickly.

The messenger saluted Guo Jin and said, "300 psychics from Wucheng, 600 psychics from Yinghuacheng, and 1,400 psychics from Zhaoricheng, all attack!"

It was also the first time he saw such a spectacular scene.

Guo Jin leaned back in his chair, enjoying this moment.

But there was also a trace of doubt in his heart.

"I know that Huo Chun can get superpowers in that way for the 300 psychics from Wucheng."

"How can there be 600 psychics in Yinghuacheng?"

"What did that bitch Sakurako Sakamoto get?"

Guo Jin knew that all the councilors had been secretly trying to find ways to get superpowers without awakening stones in recent years.

And Bingcheng was a good example.

His Zhaoricheng had obtained a treasure, which allowed it to have so many psychics, although their abilities were single.

But it was still thousands of times better than the untouchables.

It is very likely that, in addition to him, others were not honest and found a treasure.

Thinking of this, Guo Jin suddenly laughed mockingly.

Only treasures above level A can allow ordinary people to gain superpowers.This kind of treasure is impossible to obtain without destroying the whole race.

It seems that

there is no one among the 12 councillors who truly abides by the Ningyue Peace Agreement!

This is a great irony!

At this time,

Guo Jin's smile froze.

In the picture, the black armor lying on the ground began to move.

The cracks on it were gradually healing.

"What is this!"

Guo Jin immediately enlarged the screen and found out where the abnormality appeared.

The woman of the Nether Spirit Clan was dripping a liquid on the black armor through the hole in her palm.

This liquid allowed it to recover quickly.

"Messenger, let all the psychics go to the ghost baby!"

"If he wakes up, it will be troublesome."

His eyes were deep and he was not arrogant.

This is also because the shadow brought by the sequencer to the myriad races is too big!

Even if it is just one person, he cannot be too careless.

The reason why he did not walk out of the Dawn in person is because of this reason.

The destruction of the Nar Beast Tribe is a vivid example!

The three main cities' psychics who received the order looked at the pointer on their wrists and began to gather around the ghost doll.

Those who were spared from the massacre hid in the corner and prayed to the ghost doll, the spirit ancestor.

At this moment,

The ghost armor has recovered as before.

A touch of coolness was fed back to the ghost doll.

Soon.

The ghost armor moved again and slowly stood up.

Yina looked at the ghost armor in front of her with a slightly surprised look, and there was no excitement or relief on her face.

Instead, she was a little flustered!

The ghost tribe is very sensitive to the soul.

At this moment, the one awakened in the ghost armor is not the spirit ancestor of the ghost tribe, the ghost doll.

But another existence!

And it was awakened in the body of the spirit ancestor!

"Spirit ancestor?" Yina asked tentatively.

But the next moment, her last fantasy was also broken.

A female voice that obviously did not belong to the ghost doll sounded.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today, otherwise, I will tear all the remaining souls of the ghost clan into pieces with my own hands!"

Yina's expression trembled.

She still asked: "Who are you?"

"Me? Just a dead soul." The voice in the ghost armor was a little self-deprecating.

Then,

Many ancient runes began to emerge on the ghost armor, and soul threads flew out of the ghost armor and kept dancing.

The one who woke up was the dark elf saint who Li Ziyan had put into the potion before, Dai Lin!

She is now just a wisp of consciousness, not even a soul fragment.

If she hadn't been afraid of being discovered by Li Ziyan, she wouldn't have hidden for so long.