Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The demons who have not died have seen a scene they will never forget.

A brilliant female martial arts goddess slowly descended from the depths of the glorious dome in the glorious light of hundreds of millions of ways enough to illuminate the entire demonic realm of blood warfare.

She is surrounded by a flowing layer of silver and white metal that outlines an exciting figure and solidifies into the shape of dragon scales and flames.

The appearance and frightened figure of the fallen geese could not provoke the demons' half-descendant hearts, all because the anger could tear the eyes of the whole heavens and the earth deep, blooming not only of men, but also of women, but of all mankind.

Seeing the liquid metal armor around her, she blew out various forms, growing sharp claw teeth and flexible wings, reflecting colorful light, and all the demons' brains were blank, leaving their peers with the urge to worship.

In the end, the silver and white liquid metal armor became a deep red ocean because her anger burned red and because of her unprecedented deep determination.

“Deep Red Queen...”

Elders from the Turing tribe were activated with memories engraved in the deepest part of the gene, and the images in front of them overlapped with the pride that had blossomed tens of millions of years earlier.

The Turing elders burst into tears, “The new queen is finally born! ”

“ …… ”

Black Jack squinted his eyes, carefully gauging the young girl across the street who was shaking the mighty air field, and suddenly laughed.

“Teresa, I knew you were never a mediocre girl. I didn't expect you to be the first to go on board and get the heirloom of the Deep Red Queen. ”

Black Jack smiled, reaching out to Theresa, "Now you're the most powerful woman in the world, and I'm the most powerful man in the world, and our union is bound to create a new miracle. ”

“Shit! ”

Theresa shielded Princess Asha behind her back and ended Blackjack's "invitation" with spit. She scolded, “You scum, scum, animals, pig hooves, what kind of 'most powerful man’ are you? You don't even deserve to be a real man! ”

“What?”

Blackjack laughed dumbfoundly, looking around at his hundreds of “rear palaces," and said, "These lovely girls don't think so; soon, the whole bloody world of warfare and the whole Emerald World will tremble before me, and everyone will bow to my feet, long live on my mountain, worship, don't dare to disobey in the slightest, I can even break out of this little fucking world and conquer hundreds of millions of stars —— isn't that a ‘real man’? ”

“If that's what you mean by ‘real man’, Blackjack, I can only say that you are so wrong! ”

Theresa Willow eyebrows upside down, biting her teeth, "Blackjack, in order to achieve your ambitions, no matter how much you deceive and exploit the purest feelings of so many girls, you get them by vile means, and you squeeze out their flesh to pave the way to the stars and ocean. What kind of man are you, a shameless man who hides behind a woman? Even if you really force hundreds of millions of people to tremble and surrender at your feet, even if you can swallow the stars and become the master of the universe, you are nothing but a coward and a coward!

“Tell you what, Blackjack, a real man, has nothing to do with power, with status, power and money, all these boring things. A real man is a belief, to carry out his beliefs, to cut off the most precious things, all in blood!

“Now, let me teach you how to be a real man! ”

Theresa roared in shock.

Liquid metal armor surfaces, like hedgehogs, poke out countless sharp silver needles.

The flames flutter, like a torch burned by a bear, a circle of spreading ripples, and even far away demons can feel that bloody battle.

Even Blackjack was deterred by her astonishing moments and a moment of trance appeared.

Deep in his eyes, the fog of confusion flashed as if there were a wave of unwillingness.

But he soon woke up and became more angry because he had just fallen into a trance.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

Hundreds of tentacles electrocuted at Theresa from all directions.

“Ah!”

Though many demons perceive Teresa's astonishing momentum, they don't know what her true fighting power is - you know, even the god of war in their hearts, the mighty King Kuba, who has been scolding the wind in the blood warfare world for decades, has just fallen under the tentacles and claw teeth of Black Jack!

Teresa, can you hold on?

You have to hold on!

Unconsciously, the demons accepted Theresa's presence and took her as the new Deep Red Queen, firmly on her side.

“Isn't it better to rule the Blood Warrior kingdom than that lovable queen Teresa? ”

Demons think so.

While ignoring the tentacles, Blackjack doesn't look like much of a "snob," Theresa is just adorable.

“Heh, heh, heh! ”

Theresa's ribbon did not move, waiting for hundreds of tentacles to pierce herself like a spear, until not more than three meters away from her, and her radiant smoothness appeared. Hundreds of thin, cicada winged blades gathered in the liquid metal armor, instantly having life, automatically locked the target, and all the tentacles were cut off at once.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

There was a lot of golden mucus in the black spraying through the broken ends of the tentacles, and Blackjack's entire face was distorted.

Theresa took the opportunity to rush, shooting blackjack like lightning.

Blackjack shouted, hand in hand, and redeployed hundreds more tentacles towards Theresa.

Theresa curled herself and, with the help of liquid metal armor, turned into a dripping, slippery metal sphere, sweeping away all of Blackjack's tentacles in high-speed rotation, up to three feet in front of Blackjack, strong and unmatched, covering all of Blackjack's surroundings.

“Boom!”

Seems like an elegant and holy Theresa, making a particularly ungraceful and holy move.

She looked like a fierce, ruthless tiger, with a harsh, spicy knee crash that hit three inches below Blackjack's belly button.

The knee pad of the liquid metal armor produces an impact angle just right.

Theresa punched the whole punch angle three inches below Jack's belly button and hit it hard.

Blackjack screamed gently like a soprano singer, falling out with her belly covered.

“Now, you know how painful it is to be a real man, don't you? ”

Teresa Coldway.