kingnovel Chapter 641: Fighting for the King with Passion
Chapter 641: Fighting for the King with Passion
A purple-black fireball hung three inches above Shen Qingzhu's head, and the asphalt road surface melted into a red slurry under his feet.
Chongzai looked at the man with his hands in his pockets and a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, and suddenly found that the other party was moving forward - the burning fireball also moved horizontally with him.
"madman!
If this thing explodes, half of Tokyo will be destroyed! "Three compound-eyed spiders emerged from the insect plague's neck, and their eight legs burned to ash the moment they touched the air.
He hurriedly tore open his collar, and dense maggots swarmed out of his skin, forming a protective layer, "Stop!
I promise not to hunt down the woman in red robe! "
Shen Qingzhu flicked the ash from his cigarette.
He couldn't understand any Japanese at all, he just heard the ringing in his ears mixed with the crisp sound of a cicada shedding its shell.
The back of his black shirt was already soaked with cold sweat, and the muscles in his arm holding the fireball were twitching violently - this body could only hold on for thirty seconds at most.
The insect plague suddenly swooped down with a scream, and the swarm of poisonous locusts that covered the sky gathered into eight scorpion tails behind them.
Shen Qingzhu's pupils shrank slightly, and purple flames the size of a fingernail suddenly peeled off the surface of the fireball. The falling sparks instantly burned the first hundred poisonous insects that pounced on it into green smoke.
"Don't come here to die..." Shen Qingzhu whispered in Chinese, with a bloody taste in his throat.
He deliberately let the fireball sink another half inch, and more than twenty intersecting red lines suddenly appeared on the melted asphalt road - that was the barrier controlled by the Red God's oracle robe that was losing its effectiveness.
When eight insect tails, accompanied by a fishy wind, rushed in front of him, Shen Qingzhu finally staggered and knelt on one knee.
Just as he was about to release his hold on the fireball, seven katanas suddenly pierced Wormtail from different angles.
All members of the Black Killing Team jumped into the field, stepping on the burning insect corpses. A half-dead poisonous centipede was still hanging on the handle of Jing Yushou's sword.
"Mr. Shen!" Jing Shouyu shouted, shaking off the slime on the blade. "The general manager said that at times like this, we should say something cool!"
Before he could finish his words, he was thrown to the ground. The centipede, which was broken into two pieces, suddenly expanded into a monster as big as a truck.
Shen Qingzhu coughed up blood foam and laughed.
He saw at least five members of the Black Killer Team sneaking towards the fireball - these guys had no idea that they would be instantly carbonized if they came within ten meters of the purple flame.
Suddenly, a sound like porcelain cracking was heard from the core of the fireball. The high temperature leaking from a crack directly vaporized the three sickle worms that pounced on him.
The insect plague's body has now completely transformed into an insect, and dark green poisonous mist continues to seep out from the gaps in its shell.
He tore at the tumor on his chest frantically, and every piece of flesh that fell to the ground turned into a skeleton soldier holding a bone spear, "You don't understand at all!
This madman is holding in his hands... "
The third team of the Black Kill Group suddenly attacked from the side, and five incendiary bombs exploded in orange-yellow flames among the insect swarm.
Shen Qingzhu took the opportunity to lower the fireball another ten centimeters, and the sewer manhole covers on the entire street were blown away by the high temperature.
Snowflakes began to appear in his vision, and he vaguely saw Jiang Er'er's red robe of the oracle fluttering on the roof of a building eight hundred meters away.
When the seventeenth member of the Black Killing Group was corroded into bones by the venom, Shen Qingzhu finally touched the metal lighter in his trouser pocket.
He used the last of his strength to light the flint, and the leaping flames resonated wonderfully with the flames of destruction above his head - all the poisonous insects within a radius of 100 meters suddenly combusted collectively.
"So... that's how it is..." Shen Qingzhu's bloodstained mouth curled up, not noticing that his shadow was twisting strangely.
Fifty meters behind him, three dark red threads were quietly crawling along the melted asphalt lines.
Jiang Er'er's red robe of the oracle of God rustled in the night wind. Her ten fingers were wrapped with dark red silk thread, and the other end of the thread actually penetrated 800 meters of space and sank into the fireball held by Shen Qingzhu.
When the third thread pierced the core of the purple flame, the girl suddenly coughed violently, and blood from her nose dripped onto the cuffs embroidered with red spider lilies.
"That fool Shen..." She gritted her teeth and pulled the thread, and blood-red lines suddenly appeared on the surface of the fireball.
If you move again, I'll burn you to charcoal! "Those wandering red lines pumped strange energy like blood vessels, temporarily stabilizing the fireball that was about to go berserk.
Twenty modified Hummers smashed through the street corner guardrails and rushed into the battlefield. The flamethrowers welded on the roofs shone coldly in the moonlight.
Jing Yushou leaned half of his body out of the skylight, and the strong wind blew his dyed white hair on his forehead into a frenzy: "All members of the Black Killing Team are here!
Let's die together, you bastards! "
Three young men with Prajna ghost masks tattooed on them kicked open the car door and threw Molotov cocktails with blue flames at the swarm of insects.
The flames instantly tripled in size when they touched the poisonous mist, burning the flying ants into sparks all over the sky.
More vehicles rushed out of the thick smoke, and roaring samurai swords were protruding from every window.
The tumor on the insect plague's chest suddenly exploded, and the splashing dark green juice fell to the ground and turned into a three-meter-tall beetle warrior.
He grinned and tore off his left arm. The severed limb twisted in the air into a winged centipede and pounced on the convoy: "Ants should be crushed!"
The off-road vehicle that was hit first had its fuel tank pierced by the centipede's tail, and the blast overturned the three vehicles behind it.
Jing Yushou rolled into the burning asphalt pit and watched his co-pilot seat being corroded by the venom until only a skeleton was left holding the steering wheel.
He climbed up, spitting blood foam, and stuffed the incendiary bomb into the mouth of the spider that was rushing towards him.
"The third team goes around the rear!
Team Five, cover Mr. Shen! "The roar was drowned out by the fluttering of insect wings.
A girl with pigtails had just jumped onto the roof of a car and set up a flamethrower when she was wrapped into a cocoon by a swarm of poisonous locusts and dragged high into the sky. She screamed and fell with a rain of blood.
Shen Qingzhu's knees plowed out charred grooves in the melted road surface.
He saw Jiang Er'er leaping down from the opposite building, her red robe fluttering like a phoenix rising from the ashes, and the silk threads holding the fireball were pulling her rapidly towards the realm of death.
The woman who always bandaged his wounds with a cold face was now humming a Chinese song in a weird voice.
"Stop singing...it's so ugly..." The blood droplets coughed up by Shen Qingzhu evaporated into mist in mid-air.
He felt cold fingers pressing on the back of his neck, and Jiang Er'er actually swung behind him using the silk thread.
The bronze compass on the girl's chest suddenly burst out with green light, freezing the oncoming scorpions in half a second.
The insect plague's compound eyes suddenly multiplied to eighteen, and crystallized poisonous mist seeped out from the cracks in its shell.
The insect wings behind him spread out, releasing phosphorus dust with each vibration. Any Black Slayer members they touched instantly mutated into half-human, half-insect monsters. "The game is over." He condensed a bone spear from his fingertips and stabbed it at Jiang Er'er. The moment the spear tip split, it turned into a hundred afterimages.
The sound of metal collision suddenly exploded.
The seven crossed samurai swords broke at the same time, and the members of the Black Killing Group holding the swords had their internal organs shattered by the aftermath.
Jing Yushou propped up the hilt of his sword with the remaining half of his right arm, his left leg reduced to bone below the knee. "The commander-in-chief said... ahem... now's the time to say it... the sword that can kill you isn't forged yet..." He grinned, teeth bloodshot, and with his last bit of strength, plunged the broken sword into the insect plague's instep.
Shen Qingzhu's retina began to detach.
He saw the burning wreckage of vehicles forming a bloody defense line, saw the young men strapping explosives to their bodies and rushing towards the insect swarm, and saw golden liquid oozing out of the cracks in Jiang Er'er's compass.
The threads holding the fireball together were burning the girl's fingers, but she wrapped more red threads around her neck.
The plague tore open its breastplate to reveal the throbbing core of the hive, and countless toothed tentacles lashed the ground.
He crushed Jing Yushou's sternum and roared to the sky. The storm caused by the sound waves overturned the last five Hummers.
When he was about to crush Jiang Er'er's head, he suddenly found that human facial patterns appeared on the surface of the purple flame fireball.
Shen Qingzhu's shadow was devouring the moonlight.