“Yes!”

“Successfully!”

“We have won!”

In the last four did not seem to be bombarded with scum, the special operators, the special police officers, looked at each other and looked around.

In the four weeks, there were no more enemies but them.

They raised their guns and shouted loudly.

Some of them sat down ass.

In the eyes, with tears.

This victory is worth celebrating.

It also makes them sad.

This is probably the worst and most sacrificed battle that all of them have been in the war here since birth.

Can you cheer?

can.

They used their efforts in exchange for victory.

But beside them, the blood of their companions, and even on their bodies, may also be stained with the remains of their companions' bodies.

What do they cheer for?

They also had no strength and cheered again.

“Screaming!”

A cry from the ground.

Then the mountain shakes for a while.

On the earth, a large seam is cracked.

The warrior who did not stand firmly fell into the seam, and they did not even have the strength to call for help, and fell down.

“Be careful!”

A special operations officer grabbed the hand of a fallen SW SW SW.

The SWI team gave the special operators a look of thanks.

He couldn’t say enough anything.

His voice was screaming.

Communication with comrades in combat.

Overcome the fear in your heart, give yourself and your teammates the courage to scream, let his voice, overloaded.

He is an ordinary person.

Ordinary people cannot bear the limit beyond normal conditions.

His voice, need to go to the hospital after the completion of the work to see, estimate to such a situation, need to rest for a month, open some medicine, in order to recover.

“Oh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

However, when he could not even say thank you, he screamed in a weak voice and screamed in fear.

For he saw, under him, a black creature, staring at him with two eyes open.

As the ground is getting bigger and bigger.

The sun gradually shines in.

He saw the creature, he was not black, a little black and purple.

Its horns, like deer, like heads like camels, mouth like donkeys, eyes like turtles, ears like cattle, scales like fish, must be like shrimp, belly like snakes, feet like eagles, all are completely nine.

On it, there is a fire burning.

A flame that opened him to the gates of hell.

“Is that it, listening?”

Special operators are fascinated.

Through the analysis of this creature, he took a seat on the number and gave it a name after the number was taken.

It comes from the land of the earth, listens.

“Cry out there.”

The black-purple flame touched the moss, and the moss instantly turned to ashes, and as the ground shook, it fell to the ground.

The SWB and the special operators felt the sweat rushing from their foreheads.

The heat?

They did not feel the temperature of the black-purple flames.

They are caused by their own inner tension, from the pituitary, from the depths of the mind to the heat, to the hot wet clothes.

“Screaming!”

In the eyes of the other four, they saw the moment of despair in each other's eyes.

Theobsite dragon appeared beside them, opened his mouth, bitten the listening neck, and tugging it out of the ground.

Listening is not good, such as the eagle's claws pounced a few times in the air, stabilized their body, and then bit the dragon's body, and then biting the dragon's body, and the claws are also fighting with the dragon's claws of the obsicon dragon.

“Where is the sky?”

The Lord thought that cold flying would send the sky to help, and take advantage of this opportunity to let the whistling back to his side.

I looked up at the operating room.

No problem with the weather.

It is a dog, and it is restored one step earlier than cold.

The reason it didn’t come out.

It’s cold and tired of talking to it.

It’s dark and it comes out again.

At that time, there was only one owner.

It doesn’t have to make more choices.

No need to be difficult.

The rest of us are its owner.

Because it is faithful.

So it doesn’t know who to listen to.

Both are their owners.

Instead of getting it hurt in the right and place.

It is better to resolve the dispute between them.

"Wow, it doesn't have to be involved in our decision to fight this time."

“So good.”

The Lord of the hallowed eyes stared at the cold and tired.

If the last choice is cold, it will be cold.

He will also treat Simmons with his own hands and give it to him.

He would not allow anyone, any creature, to betray himself.

The tidbital dragon is fighting with the hearth from the Shade Land.

Cold flying can no longer use it as its own weapon.

The strength reached his level, even if there is no weapon, he can magically come out of a weapon.

Reaching out to the side, a golden sun-colored three-pointed two-bladed knife appeared in his hand.

Opposite the Lord of the Yin Luo Temple, too, a purple-black three-pointed two-edged knife appeared in his hand.

The eyes of his forehead remained open.

Notice the change in the cold fly on the forehead.

this action.

The purpose is also to prevent cold flying from regaining the eye of heaven.

Action failed.

As long as the cold flight tired to death, the same, is not a failure of action.

“How can you be as good as the real eye brought down from heaven?”

Almost in the instant of the words, the Lord of the Yinluo Temple held up three sharp two-blade knives and reached the cold and tired body.

The black-purple flame, endowed with autonomous life, turned into a little boy, cut past the cold-satisfied neck.

The cold tired of the moment he came over, he opened the eyes of the sky on his forehead, and the gauze burst.

In his eyes, he saw what the Lord of the Yinluo Temple saw.

For the first time, he lifted the golden sun three-pointed two-blade knife in his hand and blocked the black-purple three-pointed two-blade knife.

The golden flame formed one after another guardian angel, fighting with the black-purple little ghost, to protect the cold flight from any harm.

“Half-fantic, half-ceast spirit?”

The Lord of the pussy Temple stared at the guardian angel who was tired of fighting with himself.

The guardian angel is not the whole person's appearance, her face, the face of a cute dog.

“It’s been a long time, and you’re used to being broken?”

He said, "I'm just yelling at you."

His eyes were fixed on the Lord of the yinha.

The eyes on his forehead did not dare to move.

Through the eyes of heaven, he could see the sight of the Lord of the Yin Luo Temple.

In the same way, the Lord of the Yinluo Temple can also see the sight of his little sky through the eyes of heaven on his forehead.

As soon as the line of sight moves, shifting to the locked position, it allows him to guess his intentions.