Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Black Jack held the beast tighter and tighter.

No matter how he swallowed the beast with the tentacles of energy and matter, he drew his scales and blood, revealing even Whiteson's bones, and he still bites his teeth, never letting go.

Under the wraps of Blackjack, the swallowing beast has lost neither its comfort nor its ability to expand its tentacles and ripples, exposing a sufficiently lethal weakness.

“What the hell are you doing, you bastard? ”

Eating the beast and being frightened and angry, the voice filled with incredible smells, growled at Blackjack, “Without my help, you are still the impotent mercenary who walks the path, where would today be? But now, listening to this woman's mantra, you want to betray me, you self-seeking idiot! ”

“Me, I was never supposed to be your slave, and where did I get the 'betrayal’? ”

Blackjack was in tears and snot, and every bunch of muscle fiber was twitching on his face, but his smile was brighter than the sun. He slapped the railroad, “Even without you, I would still be me. Again, I'm not the ‘Lord of Eating', I'm ‘Jack Thunder'! Ahhhhhh! ”

His limbs are like chains, and his burning body is like a bomb waiting to explode, squeezing out all the five filthy hearts of the beast.

“Do it, or we'll all die together! ”

He shouted at the sisters of the Rear Palace, “I know I'm not a hero, but please, give me a chance to be a real man at the last moment of my life! Come on, kill me. Killing me is killing it. Come on, do it! ”

All the sisters in the rear palace, they shed crystal clear tears.

Despite their abject contempt and disgust for Blackjack after a sensational awakening, at this moment, in the face of a lost return, releasing their own Blackjack, they still feel that the weapon in their hand weighs a kilogram and is difficult to lift.

Even the most assertive, brave female mercenary leader, Natasha, was reluctant to raise a two-handed sword against such a blackjack.

The magic of Hera, the dragon girl, is also gathered in the palm of her hand like a small sun, long unwilling to release.

Finally, Princess Asha was the first to lift a broken knife.

Tears were vaporized by the knife and turned into rainbows of seven colors. Princess Asha cried silently: "Black Jack, I, let me help you! ”

A broken knife, slashing blackjack or swallowing a beast.

The swallowing beast wanted to lift the tentacles to resist, but it was controlled by Black Jack. Instead, it raised its chest and faced the knife.

“Huh!”

The broken knife of war penetrated deeply into his body, but Blackjack smiled relieved under severe pain.

“Thank you, Princess Ah Xia, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...”

He muttered.

The beast was devoured by an astonishing roar, struggling harder and harder to escape Blackjack's body.

But with Princess Asha taking the lead, the rest of the sisters of the rear palace attacked it as if the tide was pouring towards it.

This time, not only a magic attack, but even a physical attack on the sword trident of a knife gun can damage it through Black Jack's body.

One time, brilliant magic, sharp sword, powerful dragon breath, witch's curse, gathered in seven colors of the brightest flames, blown up around black jack, devoured the beast split, wow screaming, after one agglomeration, split again, finally under constant tearing and burning, becoming increasingly dim, thin, weak.

The siege lasted for three minutes.

Until the sisters of the rear palace, all exhausted, not even one of the lowest levels of fire balls could be inspired, not even a dagger could be lifted, all fell backwards in a lurch.

They had already been absorbed by the beast, and when they were awakened by Princess Theresa and Princess Asha, they were exhausted, near the edge of collapse, and only by the fury of their cavities could they persist to this day. The ability to unleash such a powerful attack was already the limit.

They have already lost all their attacks, and now they can only wait quietly for the fate to be decided.

Girls beat hard, eyes wide, and breathed deep into the smoke, glow and flame.

The surrounding witches and demons, also dry tongues, tremble independently, do not know how this battle determines the future of the Blood Warfare Demon Realm and the Glorious Man, win or lose.

In the eyes, the smoke and the flame are about to dissipate.

All of a sudden, a bunch of blurred people threw themselves out of the smoke and fell to the ground, leaving a tragic shadow of blood.

It was the dying Black Jack, who regained his true face, and the swallowing beast had escaped from him!

The women were frightened and stared deep into the smoke.

Smoke dissipated, pure energy form of the swallowing beast, again in the most horrible position, came to the women.

Before Black Jack stirred up, it was small enough to be pale and blurred in detail, like a speckle bargaining or even a hundred holes of sore shadow.

As you can see, the blackjack raid just now did a great deal of damage to it, and it made its power, it didn't exist.

The problem is that the trauma and suffering suffered by girls in this battle is even more tragic and severe than it is.

“Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! ”

The swallowing beast emitted a terrible tsunami, and the bleak expression became immensely blurred, "With such an idiot entanglement, you want to destroy me completely? You naive bastards!

“Blackjack, you could have enjoyed the supreme glory, but you chose the most painful path of death for yourself. Good, good. Now that you're so corrupt, I'll be all yours, but not right now, you'll know that I have a hundred ways to make you live another hundred years, another hundred years in hell!

“And you women, aren't I giving you enough grace? It is your greatest good fortune to devote your lives to the Lord who devours them. Why should you resist such a sacred destiny?

“Whatever means you have, are you done? Next, I will give you a taste of the Lord of Disobedience and Eating, hoping that in an infinitely painful hell, you will reflect on why you want to listen to the charms of these two crazy women... Wait, you, you crazy woman, what are you doing? ”

The beast devoured its appalling gaze and projected it onto Theresa.

Theresa felt a string deep in her soul, and the moment Blackjack stood up and shouted, "Kill me," it was broken.

The Heritage of Captain Emerald has been decompressed into the form of hundreds of millions of data streams, such as flash floods, dams crashing down and pouring into her brain.

Strength, more power, more power than ever, from too ancient, flood plagues, deep in the universe, wherever the power is, she needs strength!

“It's impossible! ”

Emerald shouted through liquid metal armor, "How could your soul bear the strong impact of instantaneous decompression of so much data, you, you absorbed so many generations of captain power all at once, what are you going to do? ”

“Do what I'm best at. ”

Theresa took a meal and said, “It's my favorite thing too. ”

Infinite data streams fly through the mind, turbulence, collision, and eventually congeal up into a sophisticated three-dimensional diagram, sort of a superweapon blueprint.

Subsequently, liquid metal armored surfaces irradiated tens of millions of bundles of silver wire, wrapping around the "exterminator cannons” brought by more than a dozen exterminators.

These extinction cannons, which had already been destroyed by Blackjack and the swallowing beast, turned into scrap iron.

Theresa's silver wire, like a scalpel and a screwdriver, was dissected, removed, and tens of millions of pieces were found.

These parts were then dragged in front of her.

Liquid metal armor, as if it had life, stretched out countless root systems and submerged millions of parts, accompanied by a banging sound, reassembled them into an incredibly powerful, robust, hegemonic star sea cannon, and Theresa's armor, body and even soul fused together, standing tall from below her abdomen, above her crotch.

“This is--”

The sisters of the Rear Palace were shocked.

“This is--”

Blurred and dying, Black Jack opened his eyes hard and couldn't believe looking at Theresa, feeling the infinite rage she had unleashed around her, turning into the most powerful energy, filling into the rising cannon in front of her.

As Theresa's anger continues to rise, the parts of all kinds of jailbreakers continue to flow in, and the size of the cannons continues to increase, quickly expanding to the point where Theresa's entire population is more rugged and unsightly.

“This is--”

Even the beast was scared to see Teresa's cannon.

It wants to escape.

But it's too late.

The surrounding magnetic fields were locked in Theresa's wrath as if they were poured into reinforced concrete.

“Eat the beast...”

Finally, a flame erupted in Theresa's mouth, converging in a thunderous roar, “Eat me! ”