Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Blackjack's soprano turned into a beast hissing, countless tentacles splitting, with sharp bone blades at the end, swinging toward Theresa.

The liquid metal armor around Theresa blew out a brilliant silver flare, also producing countless silver filaments and sharp blades, shooting at Blackjack's tentacles.

The tentacles and blade dance of both sides, the blade shadow instant beyond the visible limit of the naked eye, is like a dangerous mist, and the tentacles collide with the blade of the flash of Mars, like the most gorgeous fireworks.

All of a sudden, all the collisions and Mars stopped.

Black Jack's hundreds of tentacles, all severed at the forefront of the bone blade, like hundreds of snakes with their heads cut off, twitched nervously, dancing wildly, creeping, spraying an extremely stinking liquid.

Theresa's silver blade is intact and spotless.

Blackjack couldn't believe how fast Teresa was watching all of this after absorbing the full power of the Deep Red Queen.

Theresa stared cold at him, her hands squeezed together, the liquid metal armor turned into a powerful energy cannon, the dark red light gathered at the mouth of the cannon, in the deep sea, and the vortex door was opening.

“Let me show you, King Starling! ”

Theresa opened fire, and the dark red column of light was like an indestructible hammer, blowing blackjack into the bridge's cabin wall, fractured and burnt.

Emerald helps Teresa with her arm. She manipulates the liquid metal that makes up the cabin wall, grows tens of millions of chains with barbs, locks Blackjack's limbs tight, tries to drag Blackjack into the cabin wall, drowns or smothers him with the nanobots in the liquid metal.

Blackjack struggled intensely, igniting a black fire around him, rushing forward and backwards to the liquid metal, all burning into scrap copper and rotten iron.

But he was caught in an entanglement with emerald, as if he could not take care of all those who controlled the palace.

Theresa took the opportunity to release the flying blade again, “Squeeze", precisely disconnecting the tentacles of all the sisters of the palace after Black Jack's connection.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

The tentacles broke, spraying a pale golden juice that withered rapidly at visible speeds from the naked eye, quickly shrunk from the arms of the children into a broken little earthworm that fell off the girls' foreheads.

Hera the Dragon, Natasha the Leader of the Mercenary Corps, Cole the Cat, Vera the Elf... all the sisters of the Rear Palace were curled to the ground and Cersei trembled and vomited in disgust.

“Sister Hera, Sister Natasha, Cole, Vera! ”

Princess Xia cried with joy and hurried forward. “Wake up, you're out of Blackjack's control, wake up! ”

Surrounded by demons, Theresa was so fierce and cheered, as if she had replaced Lord Kuba's position and hid herself as the strongest man in the Blood Warfare Demon kingdom.

Theresa dared not be careless.

According to Emerald's calculations, even if she inherited the hundreds of generations of captains of the Deep Red Queen and even the Emerald, her chances of defeating Black Jack would still be less than 10%, or even 1%, and this guy would not be defeated so easily.

“Wake up! ”

She stared dead at Blackjack, calling on the girls in the rear palace, and continued to manipulate the blade, severing Blackjack's connection to the witch she had just bewitched.

Blackjack relies on deceiving women to gain power. If all girls are woken up, he becomes passive water, a tree of no nature, and the power must be greatly diminished, which is a 1% chance for himself!

Indeed, the tentacles were broken, Blackjack was cut off from the rear palace, Hera the dragon girl, Natasha the head of the mercenary group… these women, waking up like a big dream, stood still.

It's like they've had a long nightmare that can't be described in ink.

It's like just getting out of a disgusting trap and still feeling the chestnut deep in your soul, hugging yourself tightly, twitching.

Princess Asha hurried forward to comfort them.

Theresa also opened her arms to keep all women behind herself, protecting them with her weak arms from the slightest aggression from Black Jack.

Seeing Blackjack's roar, it's fading deeper and deeper into the liquid metal, like a gradual asphyxiation.

To beat Black Jack so easily is something Theresa can't imagine but can't wait to see.

But it's not that simple.

Blackjack hasn't escaped the liquid metal yet, but Theresa feels a sharp whistle from behind.

Her figure flashed and she rolled away. Looking back, she was Natasha, the head of the mercenary regiment, who stormed herself with a giant sword heavier than a battle axe.

Boom!

Teresa had just dodged Natasha's sword attack, but before she could react, she was hit by Dragon Girl Hera's dragonbreath missile, and the liquid metal armor was flooded with fierce ripples, like a broken kite.

“How did this happen? ”

Princess Asha stared at her side and wondered why Theresa Ming rescued the rear palace and the sisters attacked her.

Looking at the rest of the rear palace, also standing stiff as a puppet, straight up against Theresa's surrounding face, still stubborn, tranced, confused, deep in her pupils, flashing, like she was still receiving orders from Black Jack.

“This is Blackjack's trap, and he deliberately gave me these tentacles to cut me off, which led me to mistake all the girls for escaping his manners, in fact, not at all! ”

Theresa's heart sinks, "Blackjack must have a smarter way to control these girls' bodies and minds, not so easy to wake up! ”

Theresa closed her eyes and looked at the girls.

Soon she found the girls wrapping another fine hairline around their ankles, like nerve bundles, in addition to their eyebrow tentacles!

This tentacle, punctured from the ground, winds, wraps the girls' ankles tightly around, and even pierces the skin, puncturing the central nerve all the way through the blood vessels and controlling the entire brain.

Even if the girls' consciousness has come to an end and they recognize Blackjack's lies, they don't even want Theresa to take the initiative.

But their neural network was controlled by Blackjack and turned into a puppet with no choice but to look at their swords and wave them at their sisters of old.

Theresa saw Natasha crying.

This refreshing personality, uncontrollable subsection, even though all over the scales, the blood dried up doesn't care, let alone a group of mercenaries, the older sister in the rear palace, found herself deceived, she was forced to attack Theresa, she left behind a burning tear!