Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

Long breeze.

Dragons soar in the dark sky.

It sounded a long dragon, spanning dozens of breaths.

Music never stops.

The melody became more intense.

Gu Qingshan stood among the skeletons, sweating like rain doing every move.

No matter which direction he looks in, or which spirit he nods at, or waves at, or even just one eye--

Those who rushed to the dead suddenly abandoned their weapons and lost their souls and fell into the river of death, but were excluded from the river and knelt on the sea.

The dead spirits scattered all over their muscles and fur sacs, leaving nothing but white bones, kneeling before the dance troupe in piety.

The more dead spirits rush in, the more dead spirits kneel in front of the dance troupe.

In the dragon bark, the roar of the flaming skull burst out:

“Back off! Back off! Don't go into that dance again! ”

Atley followed: "All dead spirits, don't attack for now. Back off! ”

The Flaming Skeleton was not yet relieved and shouted again: “He can't carry out all the power of that dance right now, all of them retreating from a kilometer away! ”

On the orders of the two, the dead stopped and stopped trying to attack.

Apart from the white bones kneeling in front of the dance troupe, other dead spirits quickly withdrew from the distance of kilometers.

Gu Qingshan looked at the scene and felt slightly sorry for himself.

Thought it could transform all dead spirits. Didn't expect to meet a knowledgeable opponent.

This flaming skull immediately reveals the weakness of the dance.

Yes, the dance troupe had only danced one warm-up dance and immediately started the formal dance, so it was not well prepared.

At present, this formal dance is only the first level of the sacrificial dance, not even the divine dance of the earth counts.

Skeletons are dancing again for the first time and are unable to perform the full power of the sacrificial dance.

So the influence range is only kilometers away.

Gu Qingshan looked at the spirits who had retreated and suddenly asked: "Ma'am, if I raised the dance level and attacked them...”

“Too hard," said the Sandmouth woman: “The hits can indeed be transformed… but they are too far away for you to reach them, and secondly, you need a lot of willpower to excite the power of the festive dance, and then you need to keep the normal dance free of errors. ”

“Got it!”

Gu Qingshan glanced at the sky and struck a squeaking finger.

The Dragon of Death made a hint and immediately stopped the dragon bark and let out a roar:

“I will destroy your war with an immaculate curse! ”

It began to sing the spell: "Come on, you trash blocked in front of the Dragon Nation, with the power of my Dragon Power, immediately deprive you of all your will! ”

In the dark ocean, countless light spots swept up, entangled, dancing, spinning halfway up the clouds, surrounded by dragons.

These are all modern aspirations!

This is where the Dragon of Death is truly powerful, and it does not require any reaction from others to allow the spell to take effect, forcing it to absorb a power from others.

The dragon passes through a layer of clouds and flies over the dance troupe without moving.

It glitters like an ancient mythical story.

Gu Qingshan twisted his body with music and nodded his head darkly.

This fat man is amazing, he howled for such a long time, breathed so long, released the dragon spell completely, and eventually he had to tell others that he was actually going to carry out the spell.

In this way, people see those willingness to fly away. They really think he is casting a spell, but they ignore the previous howl.

Wait...

Gu Qingshan suddenly recalled that in the history of many civilizations, when the Dragons appeared, they liked to send dragon chants in the sky.

It turns out that this group of goods was already in action at the beginning.

I was just thinking, I saw the flaming skeleton smile and shouted, “All dead spirits, you stay out of the dance range, now just wait for the end of his dance, we can go up and tear them apart! ”

Gu Qingshan looked back and looked around.

The spirits all retreated, and now the dance is useless.

He flew an eye toward the dragon of death.

The Dragon of Death looked back.

Immediately, a waterfall of renewed light appeared in the sky.

The infinite light point surrounding the dragon fell from the sky, and the river burst into Gu Qingshan's body.

On the god of war interface, the number of wishes rose wildly upwards.

All the music in the void suddenly stopped.

Gu Qingshan settled.

All the dancing skulls settle.

Intangible forces revolve around the dance troupe, emitting subtle, subtle whispers, but can't hear, can't hear clearly, like countless unknown beings, surrounding the dance troupe, looking forward to their next dance.

Gu Qingshan suddenly said: “The more blood, the bigger the dance, we tried to dance with the desire to kill to live and die, and thought it was holy. ”

This is the pronouncement of the Dead Fight dance, and the whole dance begins to change.

As Gu Qingshan said, a line of small fireflies quickly refreshed in the void:

“You have announced the imminent battle of death. ”

“Your will is perfectly adequate. ”

“The weird forces in the void are starting to warm up for your dance. ”

“Instructions: During the last fight, your steps were broken through by the end of the day. ”

“Now you've regrouped a bunch of dancers. ”

“Please recodify the Dance of Death to form your own dance. ”

“You need to name your troupe immediately! ”

Gu Qingshan's face changed.

Name it?

What's so hard...

For some reason, strange and hidden words came from the wind, like someone was laughing and thinking that someone was fighting, drinking angrily, killing.

This is the atmosphere created by the Dead Fight dance itself, and it is the weird side of the dance arena preheating!

With this atmosphere, one suddenly emerges in the memory of Gu Qingshan.

Ye fly away.

Kill the clown.

Yeah, it's a killing dance, it's the end of a fight, it's from weird forces.

Why don't you...

“My dance troupe, it's called the Kill Dance.” Gu Qingshan Road.

A line of small words appeared in front of him:

“Your dance troupe is now established. ”

“The show is about to start! ”

“- This is a high-class dance, and whether it evolves into a death squad dance again depends on your performance. ”

“It all starts with your own background music. ”

“Three,”

“Two,”

“One,”

“Begin! ”

Gu Qingshan looked at the skeletons who could not move.

He took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

From the background music!

The atmosphere of the Dead Fight dance has completely dissipated--

The Dragon of Death couldn't reside in the sky and yelled, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! ”

Diskette sound penetrated, drums with deafening rhythm:

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock...

The drum sounded, followed by the madness of the electric guitar.

The skeletons stepped together and gathered towards Gu Qingshan in the center!

They either kneel, or squat halfway, or lean back against Qingshan, or face Qingshan, grabbing musical nods, nodding their heads neatly, shaking their arms, lifting their chest--

Mechanical dance!

- In a skull shape, it's really good for this special spot card dance!

Gu Qingshan was submerged in the skeletons and could not be seen.

The crazier the music gets.

Suddenly...

Someone sang in void: "Dead fight, dead fight! Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue! ”

All skulls spread apart and arranged in a circle around the stage.

Gu Qingshan reappeared.

He wore a hat and buried his head still.

In everyone's eyes, he lifted his left hand and struck a ringing finger.

“Babies, go. ”

Next second.

All skeletons are arranged in a circle, facing the peripheral sea of death, in exchange for lifting the weapon in your hand.

Weapon?

- Just as they gathered around Gu Qingshan, Gu Qingshan redistributed weapons to them!

All skeletons have a ferocious steel machine in their hands.

Gatlin M134 revolver!

Click, click, click...

The motor on the machine gun starts to drive six barrels of rotation, and it will quickly speed up and complete a series of actions in a very short period of time, including loading, locking, firing, shelling, shelling, and so on.

This is the most primitive charm of the machine!

Gu Qingshan whispered: “7.62 mm ammunition, 6,000 rounds per minute - although ancient, now enjoy it. ”

Ta!

The first shot went off.

The bullet ejected from the spinning barrel and jumped 100 meters, hitting a dead man in the chest.

It made a howl, flesh-haired and fleshy, with only one white bone left, kneeling with piety on the ground.

The power of the sacrificial dance reaches 100 meters away by means of bullets!

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da!

In the fierce sound of a machine gun, the bullet fired at the dead spirit in all directions.

The skeletons held their hands steady as rocks, shaking the Gatlin in their hands and shooting a line of fire.

Such attacks are so ferocious and irrational that, with determination to sweep everything away, they transform the dead along the way into white bones and belong to six worlds.

Tink, tick, tick!

The metal shell dropped to the ground, making a dense and pleasant noise.

The Dumb Lady sounded in his ear: "Interesting, extending the sacrificial dance with a technology-side weapon to change the belongings of the dead - how did you come to think of that? ”

Gu Qingshan low voice: “Technology changes fate, ma'am. ”

Only a long metal cannon appeared in his hand.

- RPG, Solo Combat Rocket!

Boom!

The rocket dragged a long tail flame out and blasted a dead spirit on the river of death.

Gu Qingshan lost the cannon and started dancing a SOLO.

Gu Qingshan stood in the center of the stage in the fire-dropping sound of the machine gun, in the continuous screaming of the dead spirits, in the rising and boiling sound of electricity -

He danced a wonderful tap dance!