HCB Chapter 642: War in Tokyo
Chapter 642: War in Tokyo
Shen Qingzhu's retina felt like it was being roughly polished by sandpaper, and it was burning with pain.
But he could no longer care about that disgusting insect, how dare it trample on the will of those burning lives!
"Insect plague, you die!" Shen Qingzhu roared, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the insect plague, as if he wanted to cut it into pieces with his gaze.
He frantically poured his mental energy into the fireball that Jiang Er'er was desperately trying to maintain.
At that moment, the flames on the surface of the fireball suddenly exploded, and the purple-red light was like the fire of hell, greedily devouring the surrounding air.
The facial lines that were originally just barely formed now became clear and ferocious, as if an evil god born from fire was emitting a silent roar.
The air was filled with a suffocating feeling of oppression. It was pure murderous intent, condensed like substance, causing the temperature around to drop suddenly by several degrees.
"God's oracle, now is the time to listen to my command!" Shen Qingzhu's voice was cold and emotionless, like a sharp blade, piercing the heart of the fire.
The fire was still hesitant at first, after all, the insect plague was his companion.
But seeing Shen Qingzhu's eyes burning with anger
"I understand, Mr. Shen!" Fire gritted his teeth, flames burst out of his body, and rushed towards the insect plague like an arrow.
The insect plague seemed to have sensed the danger as well. It let out a shrill scream and waved its sharp bone spear in an attempt to stop the fire from approaching.
However, the fire was faster. Like a burning meteor, it instantly broke through the insect plague's defenses.
"Sorry, old friend!" Fire roared and hugged the huge body of the plague desperately.
The insect plague struggled frantically, and its sharp bone spear pierced the body of the fire, causing a burst of blood.
But he held the insect plague tightly, allowing the bone spear to pierce his body, with no intention of letting go.
"Are you crazy?!" The insect plague screamed in terror. It could feel the increasingly violent flames on the fire, which was the breath of death.
"Let's go to hell together!" A resolute smile appeared on Fire's face. He used up his last bit of strength and rushed into the sky holding the insect plague.
The two of them were like two burning meteorites, breaking through the silent night sky of Tokyo.
There was a crazy glint in Shen Qingzhu's eyes.
He took a deep breath and poured all his remaining mental energy into the fireball.
"Goodbye, insect plague, and...fire." Shen Qingzhu's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of imperceptible sadness.
"Blow it up!"
He waved his hand violently and threw the purple flame fireball that condensed the hope and despair of countless people into the fire and insect plague in the sky.
At that moment, the whole of Tokyo seemed to stand still.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light tore through the night.
The deafening explosion, like the end of the world, instantly drowned out all other sounds.
The flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the entire Tokyo blood red.
Countless windows were shattered and countless buildings collapsed in the explosion.
The ground shook violently, as if a super earthquake had occurred.
The violent air waves swept around like a hurricane, tearing everything into pieces.
The night sky of Tokyo was completely lit up.
It is the flame of hope and also the flame of revenge.
Shen Qingzhu stood on the ruins, his black hair flying wildly, his combat uniform already tattered and stained with blood and dust.
But he straightened his back and stood firm like a god of war.
There was no expression on his face, and he was terrifyingly calm.
"Is it over..." An Yuqing muttered to himself as he watched the mushroom cloud slowly dissipating in the night sky.
"not yet……"
Jia Lan'er wiped the blood off her face and looked sharply into the distance, "The show has just begun..."
The battle between Bingzai and Galaner became more intense in the aftermath of the fireball explosion.
The shock wave of the explosion hit the battlefield like a huge wave, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, which was suffocating.
Jialan'er's combat uniform was full of cracks, but her eyes were more determined, as if this battle had ignited the fire in her heart.
"Hmph, Bingzai, it's your turn now!" Jialan'er's voice was filled with excitement, her eyes fixed on Bingzai.
Bingzai's face turned extremely pale, obviously he had just recovered from the shock of the explosion.
His body trembled slightly, and green pus continued to ooze out of his rotten arm, emitting a disgusting smell.
Disease and disaster). He said nothing, with a look of astonishment on his face.
In this situation, he couldn't concentrate on resisting Galaner's attack at all.
Jialaner seized the opportunity and pounced on Bingzai like lightning. Her fists were like silver hammers breaking through the air, smashing heavily into Bingzai's chest with a whistling sound.
"Bang!" With a dull sound, Bingzai's body was blown away like a kite with a broken string, and hit a half-collapsed building not far away.
Dust and debris scattered everywhere, and Bingzai's figure was temporarily obscured.
"Is this the power of disease you're so proud of?" Jia Lan'er stood there, laughing coldly, "In front of me, it's nothing!"
Bingzai struggled to get up from the rubble, his face full of fear and despair.
His hands were half clenched into fists, and every time he swung them, there was a wave of pain.
Jia Lan'er didn't give him a chance to breathe and rushed towards Bing Zai again.
This time she used a more ferocious fighting technique, her hands transformed into two whirlwinds, completely suppressing the disease disaster to the ground.
"Why are you so strong?!" There was a hint of crying in Bingzai's voice. His body had been completely destroyed by Jialan'er's attack. Blood and pus mixed together and flowed on the ground.
"Because I'm not afraid of your illness!" There was a hint of excitement in Jialan'er's voice, and her eyes seemed to be enjoying this battle.
She stomped on Bingzai's chest, pressing him into the ground again. "Your little tricks are nothing but a joke to me!"
There was a hint of excitement on the face of the sick Galaner. She seemed to be enjoying the thrill of fighting, and each attack was more fierce.
"Jialan, be careful!" An Yuqing's voice came from the side, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness.
He controlled the purple mist to envelop the battlefield between Galaner and Bingzai, preventing Bingzai's disease from escaping.
However, his abilities did not allow him to directly participate in the battle and he could only watch from the sidelines. This feeling of powerlessness made him feel bitter.
Jia Lan'er didn't turn around, but just responded softly: "Don't worry, I have suppressed him."
At this moment, a figure slowly came from a distance. It was a burly uncle with a long knife hanging around his waist. The word "Mi Tong" was engraved on the handle.
There was a murderous look in his eyes, and every step he took was heavy and firm, as if every step was swearing his hatred to the disease.
"You are..." An Yuqing looked at the person who came and felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"My name is Kyosuke, and my son was killed by this bastard messenger of God, Bingzai." Kyosuke's voice was low and firm, and his eyes were fixed on Bingzai, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.
Bingzai's face turned even paler, and he felt an unprecedented threat.
A hint of admiration flashed across Jia Lan'er's eyes. She knew that this battle wasn't over yet; the fun had just begun...