Soul of Negary

The breath of death was closer than ever to Fang Ze.

At a certain moment, Fang Ze regretted being the disaster king.

If he didn't become the King of Calamities, then he should be just an ordinary teenager. With his character, no one would want to kill him at all.

But then the person who was shot appeared in front of him, an ordinary person like him before, who was sacrificed just because he blocked the way.

If one day something like this happens to him or his relatives.

It would be more painful then than it is now.

"And I don't believe that the defense of the Response Section can be broken through so easily." Fang Ze struggled to walk back, no matter what, he couldn't give up.

Never underestimate an organization that can last for a long time. Although the Response Section came to power after the earthquake in Yuebu 16 years ago, its existence can be traced back to the establishment of the new dynasty.

Although today's series of attacks may seem ferocious, they should still be within the range that can be dealt with by the people in the Response Section, otherwise the Response Section would be too unworthy of its name, or there are other hidden things in this matter.

"Aren't you afraid of playing off?" On the rooftop, the sniper was still on the ground, but unexpectedly, he didn't fall into a coma, but squinted his eyes and said such a sentence.

"Moving from the top, running and breaking the leg from the bottom, when the time comes, the disaster king will also hate us. It has nothing to do with the people above, but there is no way. Those of us who have been recruited have no human rights." Wang Zhao carried it. The sniper rifle looked at Fang Ze in the picture, half a cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't care that the smell of smoke would reveal his position.

"Cut." The panicked face of the civilian he killed flashed through the sniper's mind, and the ripples in his heart soon calmed down.

Under the overall situation,

To be sacrificed, even if it is a meaningless sacrifice, isn't it normal? As for the more pathetic Wan Hengyang, the sniper can only say hehe.

The above people will not consider whether he is sad or not. They only care about how people use it, and they will get a greater effect. Their ultimate purpose will be good, but they will not consider personal feelings.

"Let's be open, the more tragic he sacrifices, the smoother the reform will be, and it can be considered a contribution, right?" Wang Zhao showed a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the other side, Ryuya held the diamond-shaped arrow to the dart with his fingers, and looked at the smiling young man on his face with a serious face.

"Get out of the way, Liu Ren." Liu Ya shouted through gritted teeth.

"It's so sad, the elementary school girl actually yelled at the senior." Although the young man said this, he still had a smile on his face, and he kept turning a sheathed sword in his hand: "Could it be that you are really captured by the new disaster king? fond."

"I think when you were that old, you kept saying you were going to marry me." Liu Ren put his other hand on his waist and continued to speak the words that made Liu Ya angry: "You saw me appear. At that time, you should have understood what is going on, it is nothing more than the spur of those people to Apofield."

"Get out of the way, or I'll do it." Liu Yashou waved several arrow darts, and the fluctuation of the power of disaster appeared, and those arrows flew towards Liu Blade from all directions under the influence of Liu Ya's authority.

"Clang clang clang."

The long sword in Liu Ren's hand turned without any reaction of the power of disaster, and the arrows were bounced away with the power of the **.

The long sword was pulled out slightly, and the power of the calamity appeared on his body, and there was a tingling sensation on the skin of the flowing arrow standing opposite him.

Authority: The wound of the sharp blade, in simple terms, refers to the calamity authority that the sharp blade inflicts wounds on human beings.

Liu Ren, who holds this authority, can be described as terrifying to control the sword. If such a person was born in ancient times, he would be the Sword God and Sword Saint.

"En?" Liu Ren was suddenly stunned, and in his perception, a terrifying force of disaster had already appeared.

Fang Ze dragged his exhausted body to keep retreating, but obviously everything was useless, and the supposed support from the response department did not come.

Wan Hengyang's undisguised madness and killing intent made Fang Ze, who was more sensitive after becoming the disaster king, feel an unprecedented fear.

other side

Wanting to kill him, this is shown in front of him without reservation, death is approaching him like never before, and survival makes his mind spin like never before.

While trying to mobilize his power of disaster, Fang Ze quickly said something that a villain would say: "Do you know who I am? Do you know the consequences of killing me?"

"Wait, I know who you are." Looking at the unmoved Wan Hengyang, Fang Ze scolded the lunatic, just thinking of the word lunatic, combined with Wan Hengyang's face, Fang Ze finally recognized Wan Heng Positive.

After all, Wan Hengyang has invited a lot of media over the years. Although most of them did not report Wan Hengyang due to some pressure, they smeared him as a villain who was slandered everywhere in order to compensate.

But the gossip has always been passed down, and He Qiao also talked to Fang Ze about these gossips, so at this time Fang Ze finally remembered who Wan Hengyang was.

"You calm down first, I understand your affairs, I had no way before, but now I am the disaster king, I have the ability to help you." Fang Ze looked at Wan Hengyang sincerely, trying to convey his sincerity: "You I've been holding on for almost 20 years, isn't it just to give my daughter justice?"

"You don't want to avenge your daughter by committing a crime, right?" Fang Zexiao used reason to show emotion. If it was a real impulsive crime, it might still have an effect, but Wang Zhao's authority continued to influence it. , Wan Hengyang's reason has disappeared.

Words are useless, identity is useless, and guards are useless. At this time, I can only rely on my own strength.

"Please calm down. There are many families in this city. They also think of you. Maybe they have a lovely daughter or son. You will only create more tragedies." Fang Ze still tried to mobilize his disaster power. The body reacts with a huge force of disaster, but the force of disaster cannot break out of the body.

"What's wrong, in this cold and cruel world, they will only suffer when they stay in this world, I just end the pain!" Wan Hengyang said frantically.

"Then have you ever seen a meteor fall?" Fang Ze slowly stepped back, the hesitation on his face disappeared, and he threw himself behind a trash can without hesitation.

A huge power of disaster appeared on Fang Ze's body, but it was not the power of disaster transferred from his body, but the power of disaster newly generated by exercising authority.

A red spot of light fell from a distance and smashed into the street behind Wan Hengyang. Under the action of the impact, meteorite fragments and crushed stone particles hit Wan Hengyang's back with high temperature.

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