Chapter 988 Zhao Zhuikong's human tragedy (Part 1)
Chapter 988 Zhao Zhukong Human Tragedy (Part 1)
Haotian had a complicated expression. Although he knew very well that Adam had entered the main god space, he did not expect to meet Adam here.
According to Adam's original plan, he should find a way to sneak into the Central Continent team, and then cooperate with Adam inside and outside, and then blah blah blah...
Haotian cannot be said to agree with this plan, it can only be said that he cannot understand it.
In his opinion, Adam dared to take advantage of the Zhongzhou team when he knew Chu Xuan was in the Zhongzhou team. What was the difference between this and seeking death?
Most importantly, why was I the undercover agent? Why, exactly, should I give away someone’s head?
Seeing Haotian's solemn expression, Luo Yinglong also became serious. Luo Yinglong asked a question very seriously: "Who is Adam?"
"My former colleague, well, in short, you kids shouldn't ask so much about the dark world. He must be the wise man of the Celestial Team now. It's enough for you to know this."
Looking at the serious-looking Dora Haotian, everyone in the Daxizhou team couldn't help but talk about it in their spiritual chains.
"Team Zhongzhou actually has a Doraemon, so what is Adam? Is Doraemon?"
"Why not Nobi Nobita?"
"So why is there no Spider-Man in this Marvel Universe?"
"Sister, please stop nagging. I've been nagging you for more than a hundred days. I know you are resentful about strengthening Spider-Man's bloodline and then finding out that your physical fitness is not as good as that of a double-created human. But can you stop nagging you? Startled!"
"I don't understand! There's a Daily Bugle in this world, so why isn't there Spider-Man?"
"Go ask Sony! Mo Yu! Turn off Bai Ge! Turn off the Mai now!"
Just when Team Daxi's spiritual chain was inexplicably crooked, a small spaceship emerged from the wormhole and tried to fly toward a certain area in New York City.
The next second, hundreds of hellfire balls hit the spacecraft one after another, directly destroying the spacecraft.
The demon casters on the ground screamed with excitement. The demon army brought out by Mephisto was not of high quality either in quantity or quality, so much so that the vanguard sent by the Chitauri was simply not enough. They killed, not to mention the mutants who occupied a large part of the war zone.
Now the interior of New York City has changed from alien invasion to demons versus aliens.
To be precise, a chase.
The citizens of New York, who are accustomed to all kinds of big scenes, have already developed enough resistance to such small scenes. Only those country bumpkins from other places will be frightened by demons and aliens. Well-informed New Yorkers Citizens said they were not afraid at all. Some daring ones have already started picking up items dropped by aliens on the street after they die, and those who are more daring even go to take photos with demons.
The demons who couldn't show off their power in front of humans finally met an alien spaceship that didn't know how to live or die. Now of course the demons from hell had to let this alien bumpkin who doesn't know how to live or die to see the power of the demons.
Zhao Zhukong appeared in the city, replaced by a phantom that shattered in the spaceship.
"Huh, the situation on the earth seems to be more complicated than Adam expected."
Zhao Zhukong dusted himself off, with a playful smile on his face.
A pungent sulfur smell entered Zhao Zukong's nasal cavity, and several demons with bull heads appeared faster than the sulfur smell.
"Hello, have you eaten?"
Facing Zhao Zukong who greeted him, several bull-headed demons snorted, but did not launch an attack. Instead, they turned around to look for other alien prey. There is no other way, Mephisto issued a death order. This time the attack can only kill aliens, and humans cannot move.
The boss of my family has given orders to die, what else can these little pawns do? As long as the upper demon is willing, he has absolute control over the lower demons. A few bulls are unhappy, but there is nothing they can do.
Anyway, I’ve already taken photos with humans, so I don’t miss a single trick.
Blood and flesh were scattered, a few bull heads rolled down, and they died with a pair of bull eyes staring incomprehensibly.
"I said hello to you, why didn't you reply to me?" Zhao Zukong crossed the bull's head and left his last words: "It's so rude."
"You are more rude than them." A cold voice came from the thick armor. Zhao Yingkong suppressed his excitement and said to Zhao Zukong: "After all, they helped the earth kill alien invaders. You He actually killed them just because of a word, Zhao Zukong.”
Zhao Zukong turned around, and the smile on his handsome face froze.
Zhao Yingkong came, but it seemed different from what he expected.
In Zhao Zukong's expectation, this should be a direct battle between brother and sister, a battle between two top geniuses from the Assassin family. He will dance with Zhao Yingkong in the shadows, letting death bloom on the tip of the knife. The figures of the two brothers and sisters will switch back and forth between illusion and reality until one of them dies.
Now.
Zhao Zukong looked at Zhao Yingkong, who was protected by a metal plate that looked like a Michelin tire man. For a moment, he had the feeling that the little apple at home would grow into a big durian without knowing when.
Zhao Zukong really wanted to say something about the scene. According to his assumption, he should comment on his dear little apple throughout this fight, but Zhao Yingkong's behavior of putting a layer of iron shell on himself made Zhao Zukong really I don't know where to comment.
"Why, when you see your dear sister, aren't you going to come up and give me a warm hug?"
Zhao Yingkong controlled the Supreme God Armor and opened his arms. Zhao Zhuikong looked at the three layers of mysterious runes on the Supreme God Armor. His instinct was constantly warning him - once he was hugged, it would be no different from being hugged by the god of death.
Zhao Zhuikong's judgment could not be said to be wrong, because this layer of mysterious runes was temporarily painted on Zhao Yingkong by Zhu Wen. The effect was good! It increased the momentum.
Just like the magic circle on Li Xiaoyi's Pedanium alloy armor when fighting the Heavenly Court invasion team, that magic circle was useless except for its good looks. The defense power was all due to the material of Pedanium itself.
"Little sister, do you really think that putting on a layer of iron shell will be useful?"
"Yes." Zhao Yingkong was very confident and knocked on the Supreme God Armor: "Supreme God Armor, we brought it from the Transformers plane. It is worth an A-level side story and 30,000 reward points in the Lord God's place. It is a technological creation. The effect is hard, nothing else. Ordinary demigods, such as those who pull, can't even scratch off a layer of paint on the Supreme God Armor even if they work themselves to death."
Hiss.
Zhao Zhuikong was really screwed. This situation was something he had never expected.
Looking at Zhao Zhuikong who could still take a breath of cold air, Zhao Yingkong shook his head helplessly.
The force is not strong enough, I have to increase the force.
"By the way, who is your little sister? I am your niece, uncle!"