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Staring at the ugly-looking alien in front of him, but his body was almost as tall as him, Angron stepped forward with an axe in the head.

"Crack!"

Lightning crackled, shaking the air. The alien and turbid Tong Kong shrank, and the huge cane that was twisted like a rotten tree in his hand lifted up at the same rapid speed.

"clang-!"

A huge sound of gold and iron rang out, the ground shattered each other due to the wrestling of the two, and the bodies of the soldiers were pushed out far away by the aftermath. Angron grinned and took a step forward. The blade of the axe naturally slid across the surface of the cane, hooked the cane with the lower half of the axe, and then exerted force.

"boom!"

Alien looked at this scene in shock and anger. The previous loud noise was the sound of his cane being thrown on the ground after being snatched away, like thunder. In just one encounter, it lost its weapon.

How could this be...? ! Who is this man holy? !

However, what made it even more angry was yet to come—Angron slowly put down the Lightning Axe in his hand.

The beating golden lightning that was boiling like magma subsided, and the sharp axe face was embedded in the crumbling ground. He raised his hands, nothing in them, and then, Angron waved to it.

Seeing this scene, it let out an angry roar of filial piety, and its grim face, which still had a human appearance, was completely occupied by anger.

However, Angron's expression was terribly calm - the next second, the alien who was still standing there rushed towards him, and the speed was so fast that there was a cracking sound in the air.

With his eyes condensed, Angron threw a punch with his backhand, which collided with his right fist, causing a huge noise and smoke. The alien did not stop at this point, but launched a series of violent attacks.

Fist, foot - even headbutt, its desire to win was undisguised, and it was completely presented in front of Angron.

As a warrior, the Lord of Red Sand knows that fists and swords do not deceive.

It wants to win - there must be some reason to win.

but......

Me too.

The armor was constantly battered by this turbulent, uninterrupted attack like the sea, and a heavy muffled sound echoed across the plains.

Frightened birds flew across the sky, chirping ominously. The sheep and deer were galloping across the grass, and only the huge tree still stood on the horizon, giving this place an emotionless gaze.

In the non-stop attack, the alien thought he had seized the opportunity - it took a step back, the upper body was raised, and the raised right fist formed an exaggerated range with the upper body. However, it does much more than that.

A plan that had been formed in its mind since the loss of the weapon was now fully revealed.

The golden ray debris spilled out from the gap of its clenched right fist, and a huge warhammer condensed in an instant. Angron's eyes changed at that moment, and he couldn't help showing an excited smile, canine probing. Out of the lips, like a rabid dog baring its teeth.

"Suffer to death, madman!"

It roared, and the war hammer slammed down. Angron could feel the shocking force that had not yet arrived, and the muscles in his face were slowly deforming due to the huge wind pressure—but.

However, he didn't step back.

On the contrary, Angron bullied himself.

The war hammer fell, creating a huge circular pothole on the ground. The ruins in front of the entire level collapsed completely, and the gravel buildings and the bodies of the soldiers fell into the deep pit. In this apocalyptic scene, the alien did not show the slightest joy in the victory.

The long-planned attack just now failed to hit its enemy.

It sank like water, swooped and withdrew without reluctance. A sturdy long tail stretched out from the tattered cloak, and attacked a black shadow in mid-air with enormous force—not Angron, who else could it be?

He grinned and stretched out his hands, crimson blood wrapped around them, and the boiling temperature distorted the air. With great strength and violent temperature, Angron held its tail with both hands.

At that moment, what Alien felt was a pain that was more painful than the frantically growing horns on his head when he was a child being sawed off alive.

It couldn't help roaring furiously, the place where the long tail was being held was completely deformed at that moment, the boiling blood 'swallowed' its tail abruptly, and a section of the broken tail fell to the ground, together with it There was also blood gushing out, like a rain curtain.

"It's finally becoming interesting." Angron said with a grin. "You are a respectable opponent. If you have any hidden moves, hurry up and use them, otherwise, you will regret it."

"Mad..."

The Alien couldn't understand what he was saying, and in his eyes, the language of this sudden disobedient wasn't any of the languages ​​he knew - and in that case, there was nothing left to say.

It is clear that this person must not be a citizen of the Golden Tree.

Then, he is a heretic.

With sharp eyes, the alien stretched out his hand, and Angron stopped in place and let it do what he did. I thought it would usher in an attack, but unexpectedly, it just recalled its cane.

"Oh? It looks like it's not just a cane... How about something new for me?"

Facing his provocative question, the alien just waved the wide tattered cloak with a sinking face. In the next second, its body scattered into countless golden spots of light, dissipating in place.

Only one sentence remains.

"I swear by the name of the last king, Mongart, traitor, you will die."

Angron couldn't understand what it was saying, but it was probably some threatening words - he stood in the deep pit and yawned boredly.

I thought there would be a good fight, but I didn't expect it to escape. Ha, aliens are aliens, no glory at all.

With a slight leap, he returned to the ground, stretched out his hand, and the Lightning Axe, which had already flown a thousand meters away, returned to him. It trembled slightly, and lightning coiled up from the handle of the axe, driving away the hot steam and blood escaping from his armor. The black armor shines like new again.

Raised his head, UU read www. uukanshu.com Angron stared at the huge golden tree in the sky, and a sense of hatred began to take root in his heart - the analysis system of the helmet had already told him what it was from the very beginning.

In essence, this golden tree is the same existence as the evil god, even worse. They are all the same, wrapping the poison in a sweet coat to lure people into swallowing it, making them rotten, depraved, and monstrous.

However, at least those evil gods disdain to hide their true intentions and desires, and this similar tree...

"Humph."

A disdainful snort came from his nose, the helmet surged up from his neck like a wave again, covering his face, the scarlet goggles were lit, and Angron left here after a few vertical jumps - he needed a chance to come Approach this tree.

He had a hunch that the tree would be inseparable from what he needed for this journey.

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