"This thing doesn't feel very good." Huang Laoxie leaned against a blood-red tentacle. He was standing on the wide wall of Magino's defense line, with an activated defense line constantly twisting under his feet, and a blood mist rolling over his head.

Here, Huang Laoxie killed several bloodletters and countless activated limbs.

His reaction speed was so fast that all the bloodletters who tried to condense near him became living targets. If the bloodletters were not allowed to move during the condensation process, Huang Laoxie even had the leisure to carve a lotus on the other person's face.

Huang Laoxie came to face to face with the terror, so he abandoned the gas mask that was issued in advance early and faced the erosion of blood mist calmly.

But nothing happened. Although the blood mist filled his respiratory tract, Huang Laoxie's only dissatisfaction with the smell of blood was that he was a little light, not arrogant enough, and not as mellow as he had experienced before.

Huang Laoxie also lit a bonfire in front of him. The flamethrower made by the Loess District Academy of Sciences easily ignited the wreckage left by the activated substance. He tried to grill a piece of activated tentacles, but unfortunately the smell tasted like the rotten slurry.

He also wanted to try the taste of the bloodletter. But the thing always dissipated quickly in the blood mist, making it impossible for Huang Laoxie to catch it.

"I'm here! It's here!" Huang Laoxie shouted boredly into the depths of the blood mist: "You guys come to talk to me!"

However, there was no response in the blood mist, and even the bloodletters that were constantly generated no longer appeared. The originally soft and swaying line of activation under his feet gradually restored the texture that the rock should have. Only the echo of Huang Laoxie's cry kept echoing in the blood mist.

"The remnants of fire are not worthy of my Lord's attention." Finally, a voice responded to Huang Laoxie's roar in the blood mist.

A figure wearing red armor, with a huge blood god logo on his head, riding a blood-milling beast appeared in the blood mist: "After reincarnation after reincarnation, you still refuse to dissipate. It is meaningless to stand in front of the wheel of history like a mantis arm, like a chariot.

"Oh, there's finally someone who can speak. You wait, I'll get down now!" Huang Laoxie's eyes stood up and he jumped down from the Maginot defense line: "Who is here? Sign up!"

"My name is Matheridon, the one who contributes the blood of external blood to my Lord's Blood God." The knight in the blood mist stopped slowly: "Meet again, Huang Shiren."

"We know?" Huang Laoxie landed safely on the ground, rushing towards the terror champion Matheridon like lightning.

Down!

Matheridon seemed to have expected Huang Laoxie's routine, and swung the huge blood-colored axe and forced Huang Laoxie out: "I don't know this time, but in the previous two thousand three hundred and fifty-six times, we are old friends."

"Since you are old friends, why don't we get close to each other?" Huang Laoxie appeared behind Matheridon in a blink of an eye. A nail hammer had turned into a comet and hit Matheridon's helmet. He made up his mind to bully the heavy armored warrior's unhappy weakness.

But Matheridon's giant axe was like a whirlwind, intercepting Huang Laoxie's attack horizontally again, and the huge force knocked him away again: "I have killed you two thousand three hundred and fifty-four times. I'm a little tired of it, so this time I avoided you, but you are stubborn."

"Since we have known each other two,356 times, why did we kill me only two,354 times?" Huang Laoxie vomited blood, and the blood also dissipated in the blood mist as soon as he left his body: "There are two more times. It seems that I have left you with some deep memories, haha!"

"It's still so stupid and so disgusting." Matheridon moved forward slowly, as if he really had no interest in Huang Laoxie: "For a poor person like you who is trapped in the prison, even I should pity you."

"Explanation!" Huang Laoxie possessed himself again. This time he chose to attack the blood-crushing beast first: "What are the consequences between us?"

Huang Laoxie's war hammer smashed a row of sparks on the Blood Crushing Beast, but the Blood Crushing Beast was like a statue, without any response to Huang Laoxie's attack, and continued to move towards the Magino line of defense without any rush.

"Since you want to know, I can tell you if you can really bear it." Matheridon paused for a moment and moved forward again, leaving only the sound echoing in the blood mist.

"For the first time we met, we didn't distinguish between each other. I was born in your tyranny." Matheridon's voice was like a sharp blade, making Huang Laoxie's stiffness stand in place: "The great blood god gave me life and stood side by side with you."

"For the second time we met, you and I were enemies of each other. Your compatriots ascended to the altar in your name, and some people called you the god of war Campas." A hint of mockery appeared in Matheridon's voice: "But from that time on, what was left in this body? It's ridiculous and sad."

"God of War Campas?" Huang Laoxie muttered the name he had heard not long ago, trying to distinguish the authenticity of Matheridon's words from it.

"Which of the gods in this heaven was not born with the death of the whole world?" Matheridon mocked the sky: "What's even more ridiculous is that after thousands of reincarnations, they really think they are Gods, how ridiculous?"

"I think you are so crazy!" Huang Laoxie sneered and threw a large amount of explosives at Matheritun.

"Whether you believe it or not has nothing to do with me. I am just explaining the facts. Every time we are shattering and reorganizing the world, we will meet again. Every time we meet, I will take something from you." Matheridon's voice came from the center of the explosion, destroying Huang Lao Xie's mind: "Until now, you have nothing, only an empty shell left."

"Have you ever felt empty? That's because you were empty; have you ever felt lonely? That's because you never had family; have you ever felt like a walking corpse? That's because you were a walking corpse!" Matheridon's huge blood axe chopped on the Maginot's defense: "Like this city wall, it has no value!"

Boom!

Matheridon's blood axe was completely embedded in the city wall and then melted in. The entire Maginot line of defense was like being poisoned and began to shake greatly. The guards in the line of defense fell and the foundations nearby began to crack on a large scale.
Chapter completed!