The Modern Age of the Mysterious

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A black bullet, flying with the spin given by the rifling. At this speed, the images of those who followed Taro's body stopped.

The hair tips, auricles, eyes and even between the fingers that the black bullet swept through, like passing through the falling leaves, threading a needle and thread all the way, tracing to the last bit of greenery.

But the black crystal warhead shattered as soon as it touched Taro's body. The black smoke caused the goddess to narrow her eyes slightly. That kind of very straightforward air. Naia's breath of oblivion symbolizes the demise of thought and memory.

The long black bullet drawn by the bullet is like a "ink thread" that rubs the air. There are six ink threads in total, which are intertwined in a radial pattern. Those ink threads exude Naia's power of forgetting. What he is doing, where he is, his excitement quickly ebbs, and he is just looking for it in confusion.

With a smile, he threw off the cartridge of the black revolver in the shape of a Colt M1851, and the spirit controlled six bullets to fly into the magazine like a well-behaved bee. With a flick of the wrist, the revolver instantly recovered, and the revolver was raised, almost uninterrupted, and the muzzle spit fire tongues.

Those bullets had the same dark gold color as the sword of reproach, bullets that wounded the gods.

Taro cared about her goodwill image again, and the giant hand she saw grabbed the confused stacking her face around him, letting the bullets hit the puff puff.

Some still have to be used. Tallo's thoughts.

Yu Zai tried to enjoy the support. Behind the group, a figure rose higher and higher. When he turned back, he saw only a slender and strange figure standing in a strong light.

The figure has a pair of gray-white hands that represent "looting". Both hands are gently asking for it, repeatedly making a blasphemous gesture. His skin is shrunken like a long-stored orange, his hair is quickly withered, and the essence of life is purified. Occupy, it fell one after another, like a dried fruit. Dirty city streets.

Tarot's secret treasury treasures the respect and love of the people in the city, and when faced with a crisis, he chose to "eat" part of the "love" directly.

The form of the Spring God was completed, and Shawn unexpectedly gave up the form.

Seeing that emerald green shattered, as if a flock of blue birds flew into the sky and merged into a...

I can feel a breath of sight that fills the empty street. The breath is moist, warm, and contains the meaning of hair growth - that pure "spring".

Although he can open the kingdom of God again, his strength has recovered by 70% to 80%.

A strange figure suddenly rushed from the side, and Sean found that Bill had lost his shape at the moment. Although he was still wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his body and demeanor had been completely animalized. His back was high and arched, his spine seemed to break through the skin, and he looked like a weird-looking, quasi-clothed Alien Hound.

The head hound climbed along the outer wall of the building, leaping towards the stereotyped Cun, gnawing at that thick, shapeless thing with pure hatred.

The Abyssal Hound couldn't fly, and half of it was made of flesh and blood. After only one bite, it fell lumberingly from the air. What just happened was like a self-contained hound jumping off a cliff and nibbling at a cloud in vain.

Bill, who fell back to the ground, was prostrate. His face was completely swollen and deformed, his facial features and half an animal face were squeezed together, and he looked up at the wound bitten by "Cloud", where a spark of color jumped.

Then, Wei Foot's bite began to spread green. As if the same bite was repeated along the edges of it...

That kind of special attack belonging to the different abyss hounds, infuses the will of destruction into it, creating a kind of "bite" that can break off self-proliferation, like a thousand seeing hounds galloping along the green clouds and biting wildly!

Watching the scene from the ground is an indescribable dreamy feeling. The secret vault seemed to be distorted by the Lord's pain, the buildings in the city twitched and deformed slightly, the green cloud shrank, and a spark gnawed and spread, as if some kind of purple-blue flame spread across the grassland. open, and the phantom howling sounded from the sky, echoing from the ground to the ground...

Sean realized that there may be a good opportunity now. The incomprehensible means of the creation of the different abyss caused great pain to the present Tarot. If it is supplemented by the torch of the oath...?

Glancing at Bill who was on the ground, he suddenly squatted with a smile, his legs bulged up like a water bag filled in an instant, and then, supplemented by his spiritual essence, he jumped high, and the ground slumped like a black cannonball.

The cannonball delivered the sword with the force of Jue, and for a moment, the tip of the sword seemed to be red and white due to the friction of the air.

Like piercing green, the smiling sword tip body pierced through thick green clouds, and the torch that turned into rust yellow also ignited Tarot's body and spread rapidly. Two very different flames vying for "territory"...

The two grounds looked up at the ever-changing Sora, the faces projected alternately with different halos, as if witnessing a fierce aurora.

Lu Yunzhi's painful wailing was even worse, and he suddenly gathered up the body that had been swelled and condensed into a woman's image. One hand quickly swept away from the body, peeling off those things that burned the body, and threw it at the "distributed" power. Smiley Bill.

The two dodged sideways, dodging the group of ferocious things, which burned a hole in the ground. The ground was burning with no fuel.

It seems that Tarot originally intended to intimidate the two with a diffused form, but he did not expect that the two would attack an insubstantial means, but instead suffered heavy losses.

Falling back to the ground, she was wearing that gorgeous emerald dress and clothes that were burnt to tatters by the flames. No one would have thought that Ms. Tarot would wear such clothes.

He was half-kneeling and panting in embarrassment, and after recovering for a while, he suddenly stood up.

The ragged goddess suddenly stood up. But the place to stand, the New Testament port for many years.

There are children selling cigarettes on the shelves, gangsters on the wharf throwing coins with good intentions, carriages parked in rows in the distance, the harbor with a wide view, and the giant figure holding the torch.

The New Covenant City can only be called "New Covenant Town".

Taro really had a time when her clothes were tattered.

The stinking cabins of the immigrant ships in poor conditions, followed immigrants from Europe on an unbearably rocking journey for a week.

The goddess who used to live at the junction of the forest and the village and lived a prosperous life, did not expect that she would be one of them.

He, the "Sacred Return" happened more than a hundred years ago, and Europe was finally completely unified by the Salvation Church, which believed in monotheism. Tarot, one of the former polytheistic beliefs, followed those desperate immigrants to the new land.

However, since there are only a few believers, his divine power is completely absent, which is almost equivalent to an ordinary person.

I remember that I was clearly happy to sleep in the long river of history, and followed many good gods to leave the world that was gradually controlled by the class... but I knew why I woke up again, and ended up like this.

Eyes are like the worst nightmare a **** can have.

Knowing where to go, Yu, who has not yet become a country, is struggling to survive.

The memory of that is already very clear. I only remember that I wandered and wandered for a bite to eat, but I dared to go to the wild—the local gods are much stronger. In order to survive, they even do a flesh-and-blood business to please...

He once trusted the class and confessed his identity to Xiang, but was ruthlessly ridiculed and ridiculed.

Only the gods who were so miserable and miserable~www.readwn.com~ once carefree knew how hard life is in the world.

Perhaps due to the growth of the mouth, or after being awake for a long time, the weak divine power was restored to distribute the trace amount of vitality. In order to make a living, he lied about his thaumaturgy, which can improve the crop yield, in exchange for the farmer's reward...

As a result, the witch-hunting movement that spread from Europe head-on was exposed, arrested, and tortured to form.

Originally thought that he would be executed by the species, but the greedy farmer privately "raised it" and used it as some kind of "magic fertilizer". Imprisoned in a stable with a collar to prevent escape.

Because he was judged to be a witch, he was treated as a servant of the devil, and every day he ate some leftovers and even sloppy water.

A once noble **** wandered into the world and saw the "evil" in the world. The stinking stables seemed to have turned into some sort of stinky livestock.

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