Everyone was shocked and flew away, and the black armored soldier who was attacked head-on had his internal organs shattered and died suddenly on the spot.

Lan Qier was dumbfounded.

Lu Shaoyuan in the distance was also stunned.

Both of these two people are very knowledgeable.

Not to mention that Lan Qier has witnessed many battles between the third-generation super soldiers, and Lu Shaoyuan knows the extreme parameters of the third-generation super soldiers very well.

But at this moment, Alan's shocking punch exceeded the limit of Lu Shaoyuan's cognition.

The large tungsten shield was shattered with a single punch?!

Then if this punch hits a person, wouldn't it mean that the person will be beaten to pieces?!

After being shocked, Lan Qier immediately calmed down and ordered an attack on Alan.

Alan, on the other hand, dodged the coordinated attack of the black warriors with great ease, and flew out of the black warriors' battle formation with just a few steps.

After landing, Alan shook his head boredly and said: "It's really disappointing. I thought you would let me have fun for a while..."

Lan Qier was dumbfounded, but she would not give Alan a chance to complain and breathe at this time.

She immediately ordered Black Armor to launch a long-range attack.

I saw ten black armored soldiers taking out ancient crossbows from behind.

After aiming the weapon at Alan, they attacked simultaneously.

There was a flash of white light, and Alan's figure disappeared instantly.

The violent collision of heat and ice sheets on the ground stirred up large swaths of white mist.

The data detected in Lu Shaoyuan's field of vision showed that the heat generated by the salvo just now was actually as high as 100 million degrees Celsius!

Even the flagship of the First Fleet would be hard-pressed to completely neutralize this kind of quintessential attack through the energy field.

Lan Qier didn't see much of Alan, and sneered in her heart: 'Let's see if you die!'

At the same time, before the white mist dispersed, Lan Qier had already arranged for her men to snatch Song Zhiyi back.

Lu Shaoyuan was no match for Black Armor, so he immediately dodged far away.

As for Alan's subordinates, they actually watched with cold eyes, as if they didn't care whether Song Zhiyi would be snatched back.

Seeing that the rescue goal had been achieved, Lan Qier changed her mind and prepared to retreat immediately.

But as soon as she turned around, she found a woman standing not far away who was smiling at her.

alan!

Lan Qier stiffened.

It's indeed her, but it doesn't seem to be her.

Because Lan Qier couldn't feel any energy fluctuations in her body, she was like an afterimage, a cold corpse, or... a pure illusion...

Lan Qier's men didn't think too much. When they saw that Alan was not dead, they immediately fired another round of volleys.

But this time, Alan actually avoided it.

Her body twisted into an arc that was so weird that it was unreal, and the volley of light beams just passed through without falling on Alan at all.

Lan Qier realized that something was wrong and was preparing to reorganize the team.

As a result, I heard a series of wailing sounds coming from behind.

The shocking sound of the impact was accompanied by the transformation of each of the black armored soldiers into cold corpses. Lan Qier's eyelids twitched and she had forgotten to resist.

Lu Shaoyuan, who was standing on a high place overlooking the battlefield, only saw many scarlet figures shuttling back and forth among the black armored soldiers.

The confrontation between the two sides gradually turned into a one-sided massacre from the back-and-forth at the beginning.

When the last black armored soldier had his neck broken and was thrown to the ground, when Lan Qier came back to her senses, her chin had been lifted up by the skinny red finger.

Lan Qier, who was both physically and mentally cold, looked as pale as snow.

She raised her head and looked at the monster in front of her that no longer looked human.

The long dry gray hair was wasted in the cold wind, but the dark eye sockets without eyes were shining with scarlet light. The skinny figure was wrapped with red muscles like rag strips. This figure was two meters tall.

The thing that barely looks like a woman is Alan's primary form after he was released from the ban.

The third generation super soldier.

Known as the beings closest to God, is this what they really look like?

The sharp nails easily scratched Lan Qier's fair skin, causing blood to drip out.

Alan asked: "Do you know what pain is?"

Although Lan Qier was scared, she still clenched her fists and said coldly: "I don't want to know."

"Haha..." Alan's voice also changed, becoming hoarse, hollow and hopeless...

"Tonight, you and your men don't have to die. As long as you cooperate obediently and let those adults feel at ease, it seems that I am overthinking... I shouldn't have such a meaningless

Kindness." Alan said, grabbing Lan Qier's neck with his right hand and lifting her up.

Choking is extremely painful.

But what made Lan Qier feel even more painful was that she had no room for resistance at all.

Song Zhiyi is still alive, but he is just alive.

He was already content to see the half-human, half-god form of the third-generation super human in his lifetime.

But after satisfying his curiosity, Song Zhiyi's last hesitation disappeared.

He stood up slowly and asked: "Alan, do you still want to know what we are plotting?"

Alan, who was called by his first name, turned his head. His face without upper and lower lips and nose looked so ferocious and terrifying.

She threw Lan Qier on the ground like trash.

Lan Qier, who was already on the verge of death, screamed in grief, covered her neck and tried to get up with all her strength, but she tried several times and failed.

Lu Shaoyuan sighed deeply.

If it weren't for his different stances, given his temperament, he would definitely have to pity her for a while.

Therefore, he just glanced at Lan Qier one more time.

Alan walked towards Song Zhiyi, and her body slowly changed back to her charming appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But after seeing Alan's true form, and seeing the terrifying appearance of her flesh and blood growing back on its own, Song Zhiyi could no longer regard her as the unrivaledly beautiful leader of the Red Dwarf Legion.

She is a monster, a god walking in the world, and a nightmare raised by the old gods.

"I think about it, of course I do, otherwise why would I come to this damn place?" Alan had no hair left on his body at this time.

The man came over very considerately and put a mink coat on her.

Alan looked back at his subordinate and then wrapped himself up tightly.

Song Zhiyi sat on the ground and watched silently, until Alan turned around and said: "It was you who defined us as traitors at the beginning, but only we know what we believe in... so... we have been hesitant... we

I don’t want to really become a monster with the same hideous appearance as you... But now it seems that if I want to sit down and talk with you, I must first have enough chips."

Alan smiled slightly: "You summed it up really well. I'll arrange for someone to give you a little red flower later."
Chapter completed!