I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 256: Heart
Latest website: In the morning, Lingping stood in front of the mirror and looked into her eyes.
There seems to be some spots in the pupils, as if they are golden.
But after rubbing his eyes, everything returned to normal.
"Dazzled again?" He scratched his head, not quite understanding.
Putting down the water glass in his hand and washing his face, the young bookstore owner became confused again.
"I seemed to have a very good dream last night..."
Just...
Now I can't think of it anymore.
I just vaguely remembered, that dream was very cool!
Almost all can be written in cool text.
What a pity, I can't remember anything!
However, he often has such things.
I often dream of some magnificent worlds and do some cool things.
I don't remember anything when I wake up.
It seems that according to scientific research, most dreams will be forgotten after waking up.
So, he didn't take it seriously.
Instead, I took my phone and went downstairs.
Behind him, his pet followed every step.
Opened the store door and bought a breakfast next door. After eating, he took his cellphone and sat at the counter to prepare.
Opening the screen, he clicked into the family commander.
First, briefly check the progress of the Gamba tribe.
Everything goes well!
The latest battle report shows that the heroic family members rushed to Huanglong, and the rats were defeated!
The great warlord Gamba is already in the deserted capital of the Demon Rat Empire.
At the same time, another sacrifice was held and more than 20,000 dimensional stones were sacrificed to the ‘great master’.
This has greatly ensured the energy safety of Lingping's homeland.
Of course, it also spent more than 300,000 nightmare points.
This makes Lingping’s previous game revenues almost exhausted.
Fortunately, Fahai, a poor monk, earns a lot of money from the phone.
Ling Pingan took the time to take a look, and found that his on-hook character had already wiped out more than a dozen nightmare worlds, and brought four of them under his control.
Become the so-called ‘Nightmare Domain Master’.
I also got the title ‘Dawei Bodhisattva’.
Furthermore, he also piled up his own attribute points to the terrible level of 50 all attributes!
In addition, the balance of nightmare coupons is more than two million!
This allows Lingping to not have to worry about counting tickets.
"Nightmare Legend, don't play it now..." He said, "Get the new book up first!"
Well, it's just games.
Don’t play now, I will play a lot of time later.
Now the focus is on making money and coping with the October crisis!
So, he switched to the Family Land page, and looked at his queen and its race.
Then he saw a system reminder: Dear player, your creation, ‘the unnamed family of termites, has evolved to the limit in the world of the land!
"Limit?" Lingping scratched his head: "Is it so fast?"
Think about it carefully, one hour after he leaves the world of Dependent Land is equivalent to one month outside.
The accumulation of more than ten hours this evening is equivalent to the ant colony spending almost another year in the family soil.
For insects, a year is enough to happen too much.
Especially the ant colony he cultivated specially.
Simply a bunch of gene thieves!
They madly plundered the insect genes that existed in the other worlds of the land to themselves, and then integrated and improved them.
Fortunately, it's just a game.
If there are such terrible ant colonies in reality, I am afraid that within a few years, the master of the whole world will become them.
Thinking about it, Lingping put this matter aside.
Anyway, the ant colony material in the World of Warmth is almost enough now.
When you finish writing these plots, let's consider the next step.
Now, raise it first.
So, he put down his phone, turned on the computer, and started crackling codewords.
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The Shepherd's Gate was completely broken.
Dark red blood clots mixed in the collapsed rubble.
The Elderly Trail, shattered into countless fragments.
Blood drenched every piece of rock.
The defense system of the inner wall was completely destroyed.
The remains of several arcane mechas are scattered in the distance.
Sylvanas walked in these places, her eyes looking at this destroyed city.
She knew that the battle of Silvermoon City was over.
Quel'dorei was a complete failure!
But the problem is...
Sylvanas looked at the destroyed defense system of Silvermoon City.
She thought of Eversong Forest again, the destroyed magic rune stones.
"There are traitors!" she said.
Without a traitor, no matter how strong the Scourge is, it cannot easily break through the runestone defense of Eversong Forest in a short time.
That was during the Second World War, the alliance of the orcs and the trolls also brought down the powerful defense system.
Not to mention Silvermoon City itself, which has been preparing for terrible disasters like the Second World War.
For this, the Sunstrider family built a complete defense system in Silvermoon City.
Even though, the power of natural disasters is beyond compare.
Nor should it be destroyed so easily.
More shouldn't be broken so simply!
So, there is no doubt-there must be a traitor!
Go on, through the garden market engulfed in blood, and enter the Tower of Sunfury.
The entire palace has collapsed.
There are traces of fighting everywhere.
There is no doubt that there has been a fierce defense battle here!
A dozen arcane mechas shattered in the palace.
Sylvanas even smelled the dragon eagles.
Strong flavor.
The noble dragon eagle knights, must be here, and have resisted desperately!
But unfortunately, their resistance was eventually crushed.
Breathe the smell of blood in the air.
Sylvanas' anger grew stronger.
"The Well of the Sun!" She rose from the ruins of the palace and galloped towards the island of Quel'Danas where the Well of the Sun was located.
Under the shining of the sun, the Son of the Sun easily crossed the vast strait and flew to the beautiful island of Quel'Danas!
This is the holy place where the high elves rely and shield-the Sunwell!
However...
Now, the once beautiful island has been polluted by the power of natural disasters.
On the high ground where the Sunwell is, all the buildings are burning.
Sylvanas landed from the sky, and she landed in front of a bridge made of frost.
Obviously, this is Alsace's masterpiece!
The frost power of the death knight built a frost bridge from land to Quel'Danas.
A steady stream of natural disaster troops, through this bridge, head straight for the Sunwell!
By the bridge, Sylvanas clearly felt the power of the flame.
This powerful flame force once resolutely attacked the death knight and his troops here.
"King of Anasteria..." Sylvanas knelt on one knee. She knew that the entire Quel'Dorei, who could possess such a raging flame power, had already ruled Quill. Anastria, the old king of the Kingdom of Salas for three thousand years. Sunstrider!
But he also failed to stop the natural disasters.
The army of natural disasters, keep moving forward.
Sylvanas moved slowly along this path.
It can be seen that after the Battle of Qiaokou, all the resistance became sparse.
On the contrary, there are escaping footprints everywhere.
But the natural disaster did not take care of those who fled.
They keep going!
A huge army, head straight for the Sunwell!
When Sylvanas approached the Sunwell, she felt a force full of coldness, death, chaos, and evil, roaring in the Sunwell.
She ascended the high ground, passed through the burning building complex, and came to the sacred Sunwell.
She lowered her head and looked at the mother well that had nurtured and sheltered the high elves for four thousand years.
The sacred well water has been defiled.
The chaotic death power and the cold frost power have turned this sacred well water into extremely turbidity.
Tears fell off Sylvanas' cheeks.
At this moment, she remembered a lot.
The once prosperous and beautiful kingdom of Quel'Thalas...
Silvermoon City, once peaceful and peaceful...
The once rich island of Quel'Danas...
And now, everything is gone.
Everything is ruined.
The home of the high elves is gone.
Tens of thousands of compatriots fell in a pool of blood.
Even the Sunwell is polluted!
I looked around and saw no compatriots.
Sadness fills the heart of the Son of the Sun, and anger accumulates strength under sorrow.
"Anar';Anar';Belore..." Sylvanas shed tears and sang her inner sadness.
The grief of the Son of the Sun echoed across the island.
She stood up firmly after singing the song!
She turned around and looked at the entire Isle of Quel'Danas!
In the dark, she sensed the direction of the natural disaster.
The Kingdom of Lordaeron...
Stratholme!
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Ran Bing has been following the crumbling floating city.
It's been two days.
It is getting slower and slower in the sandstorm.
The height is slowly decreasing!
Obviously, this floating city has lost its energy supply!
It will run out of energy soon.
Even on the ground, the huge neighing sound of the central main control engine of the floating city is getting louder and louder.
This means that that engine is about to be scrapped!
But the problem is...
Floating City’s engine is unlikely to have a problem.
Because almost all floating cities have several backup engines.
The main task of the expedition is to search for any possible engine parts.
Ran Bing once found a brand new engine for his floating city.
So...
"There is a problem with this floating city!"
She drew the revolver from her waist and continued to follow.
She had a hunch that this floating city about to fall might give her clues.
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Sitting at the counter, I am working hard and writing quickly.
It has been written that the protagonist’s ant colony, like locusts, engulfed a rich swamp.
But when the protagonist found out, he immediately stopped all this.
Ling Ping An began to write in the article: Although Qin Xiaoan cherishes his life, he also understands that his life is firmly bound to the ant colony.
But, he is a gentleman.
A gentleman has something to do and what he does...
If you turn the world into a desert for yourself, what's the point?
The green mountains and green waters no longer exist, even if they live forever, they are nothing more than walking dead!
After writing this, he nodded slightly.
Young web writers still have integrity.
Shuangguishuang, there is still a moral bottom line!
Um...
Green mountains and green waters, stuffed over Jinshan Yinshan!
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The yellow sand is full, and it is now full of flesh and blood.
The corpses of the evil god's minions and heirs are everywhere.
At least 150,000 evil **** minions and thousands of evil **** heirs died here!
Dragging a long high-frequency knife, Elizabeth stepped on the corpse of a huge evil god's heir, and she raised the head of this abominable monster high.
The blade in his hand, without hesitation, swung it to pieces!
The hot blood of the Cthulhu Heir gushes out.
"Long live!" countless believers shouted!
Victory!
Humanity has won!
One hundred years after Netherstorm, humanity finally triumphed in the wild.
Not only won the victory, but also completely eliminated this group of evil spirits' minions!
Thousands of children of the evil gods have been completely wiped out!
Just Elizabeth was alone, and at least hundreds of them were bladed with bare hands!
Her loyal mechanical guard, crushed hundreds of heads.
The others were all killed by the laser knife and plasma gun of the **** army!
In the past, human weapons did not have much effect on Cthulhu's minions.
Seriously insufficient lethality!
Only the doomsday artillery of the doomsday fortress, those weapons that use the crystal of the evil **** as energy, can destroy these monsters.
But in the face of the evil god's heirs, he is not able to catch it.
But now, humans can kill these enemies of the past just by using ordinary laser knives and plasma guns!
Everyone knows the reason for all this.
This is the power of faith!
The great spirit of omnipotence has no shortage.
His divine power, wandering in the weapons and armor of his followers!
Under his care, machinery and steel have devastating damage to the evil god!
"For the spirit of all possibilities!" Elizabeth threw the head of the evil god's heir in her hand far away: "For more steaming!"
"For the Gatlin Bodhisattva!"
In this battle, the flesh and blood of hundreds of thousands of evil **** minions and heirs of the evil **** are deposited together.
Two to three hundred thousand people of steel and machinery fought **** battles.
In the war, machinery and steel roared.
In the battle, everyone has withstood the test and proved their loyalty!
So, the spirit of omnipotence is extremely happy!
The sacred multi-steaming rivets are very gratifying.
The merciful and compassionate Gatlin Bodhisattva, extremely happy!
Therefore, new content appeared on Elizabeth's "Machine Truth".
This is a grace!
A definite grace!
Open the page of this brand new scripture book.
The truth of machinery is roaring in the ears, and the will of steel is firm and hot.
So Elizabeth got a whole new knowledge.
A few hours later, all the crystals of the evil **** found on the battlefield were sent to Elizabeth.
There are tens of thousands of crystals of the evil **** piled up like a mountain!
The biggest ones are the size of a watermelon!
Looking at these evil **** crystals, Elizabeth's electronic eyes flashed with fanaticism.
She opened the "Machinery Scripture", stood in front of the crystals of the evil god, and slowly recited the great and sacred steel prayer.
With her chanting.
The steel began to cheer, and the machinery began to excite.
Every soldier in the Guardian Army and Disciplinary Institute became excited.
And the Cthulhu Crystal in front of him began to dissolve.
They are slowly being purified by steel and mechanized.
Strands of golden silk thread, after being evaporated, flew into the sky.
It's starting to rain!
One hundred years after Voidstorm, the world has its first rain.
The first normal rain without pollution.
With the rain falling down.
The earth began to come back to life.
Strong little grasses grow out of the soil.
The world is beginning to recover!
"Mechanical heaven, there are also green mountains and green waters!" The steel angel held the "Machinery Scripture" in his hands. In the heavy rain, he began to preach to every mechanical citizen: "The Spirit of All Machines said: You should not listen to it. Those heretical heresies..."
"Toxic gas, desert and wastewater are not my country..."
The people of the machine, listening to the great gospel, knelt down one after another.
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Almunia took the elevator and appeared in the steel workshop on the surface.
Here, a machine built underground is being assembled by machine servants.
Sewage flows across the ground.
There is no atmosphere in the sky.
The yellow mist formed by poisonous gas enveloped the entire sky.
Countless steel buildings stand in the sky.
They go directly to the orbit~IndoMTL.com~ and directly contact the star port on the orbit.
I don't know why.
Almunia looked at all this, he was very upset.
He felt the anxiety of the machine soul.
Toxic gas, desert, waste water...
The surface of the casting world makes the machine soul very disturbed.
"What a blasphemy!" The steel heart of the mechanical bishop began to tremble.
He made a decision.
"Start the ecological template..."
"From now on, we will restore our world..."
"This is the highest order!"