Chapter 1120

This feeling is very bad.

But after all, Mephisto is a strong man who has experienced numerous successes and failures. After a while, he has restrained his impotent rage and thought of the most crucial question: who did it?

Odin? Not likely.

Although someone from Asgard has been to the earth recently, it is not Odin.

Odin, the top power in the universe, has been the treasure of Asgard for thousands of years. There is no record of going out to fight.

Guyi? This It's possible, but it's impossible.

The magic of this mysterious supreme mage can completely make the special altar disappear in an instant, but her attention is mostly used to guard against the dark dimension domam.

Murphysto has made so many small moves, which is quite clear.

He only sent his own body to the earth to fight, which was stuck on the bottom line of Gu Yi's psychology.

If he dares to come, Guyi will never mind beating him up like domam.

A woman can't be bothered, a bald woman can't be bothered.

If this female tycoon still has a supreme spell that can frighten multiple dimensions, it will be absolutely annoying.

After pondering, Mephisto had no doubt about his goal.

It is doubted that there are many targets, but they are all unlikely to fight.

For this, Mephisto could only turn black on his face - it was really dark.

A black mist came out of his face, and countless howls rang out in the black fog.

The special altar is not an ordinary thing. It is the only magic prop he made thousands of years ago, which contains his most core magic.

With this, he got millions of souls from the earth.

It is changeable and shapeless. It can form the appearance according to people's ideas, and then use various methods to induce tempting depravity to collect the exquisite soul for him.

I remember that more than 200 years ago, when the altar was taken by some false believers of destiny goddess, it changed into the appearance of destiny loom.

Since then, these false believers who are short of brains have constantly sent him all kinds of high-quality souls to satisfy him.

The use of special altars is to sell the soul.

Once these false believers who have benefited from the special altar die, their souls will belong to him.

Murphysto, a black-hearted businessman, ate his family like this. No one let it go.

Of course, he was satisfied with the special altar.

If the avatar is the customer service staff sent by him, the special altar is the robot customer service that automatically answers simple questions.

Altar is not as flexible as separation, but a long-term and do not worry about stable income.

Now, the easy-to-use income channel is gone, but Mephisto can only say: "forget it, and try to get another one when you have a chance."

He was in a bad mood about it.

It's a special altar for him. It's not an ordinary thing.

Not to mention those rare and precious raw materials, it will take him three or five hundred years to make them.

What a loss!

……

Luke didn't know that he had another high Demon Lord.

After a moment's shock, he didn't immediately choose to use the destiny loom, but tried to keep his emotions down.

The storage module was modified last time, resulting in the storage space being closed for half a day.

This time, what if the system father strikes himself?

Tonight, he's here to earn experience.

I want to be honest.

Said to kill all the mutual aid, we must kill all.

Said to earn experience points, we must earn enough.

But what he didn't know was that at the moment when the destiny loom disappeared in the room, many people in the world suddenly felt a shock in their brain, as if they were missing something, and then they felt flustered.

This includes all the killers who are in the 17th textile factory, and they all have this kind of inexplicable reaction.

Sloan closed his eyes for a moment and frowned, "do you feel it?"

Qi Qi, a dozen famous killers in front of him, nodded. A woman couldn't help asking, "Sloan, what's the matter?"

"I don't know, but I feel like I'm missing something," Sloan said

Most of the people nodded subconsciously because they felt the same way.

For a while, everyone looked at Sloan and wanted to get an answer from him.

This old man is in charge of a lot of Secrets of the Mutual Aid Association. Maybe he knows what happened just now.

It's a pity that Sloan's face is cloudy and sunny there. At last, he only said, "I'm tired, and I'm all gone." Then turn around and leave.

More than ten people looked at each other and exchanged eyes for a moment. They could only get up and prepare to leave.

Bang bang bang!

Pa Pa Pa Pa!Suddenly, a sporadic burst of gunfire rang out.

All the people who were about to leave looked at the gate.

"What's the matter, enemy attack?"

"Go and have a look."

In two simple sentences, everyone rushes to the gate.

The speed of the people is extremely fast and the number of people is large, even if the cross comes, they are not afraid.

During this period, there were several more shots, but all of them were stopped immediately.

When they heard the gunshots, they knew that the comer was shooting against the guard, but they didn't start first. They were attacked by the guard before launching a counterattack.

What's more, there is only one gunshot of the other side, but the gunshots of the guards have changed several times.

Obviously, several guards lost their lives in the shooting.

When they arrived at the front door, they saw that the guards did not shoot again on the walls and several commanding heights in the castle.

There were several commanding heights where the bodies of the guards fell.

They were surprised and scattered several places. They went up the outer wall and looked out of the gate.

In the dark, a bearded man in a black suit and a big back was standing there.

He held the gun in one hand, but did not raise it. He looked at the people on the wall of the gate quietly.

Seeing more than ten famous killers appear, the suit man finally says, "let Sloan come out."

His voice is calm, with no mood, similar to the way most people talk to the diners in fast food restaurants - bland, indifferent, sad or unhappy.

Everyone was silent, several small groups looked at each other, no one said a word.

Finally, the gunner said, "who are you?"

The suit man finally turned his head and looked down on him: "John wick. You call me night devil, too. "

People's hearts jumped, and they were immediately surprised: is this crazy? I had a message sent yesterday. I'll call you today. Does this posture mean that we can't help each other? What's your name? Just call it night God.

Or the gunner said again, "I want to."

The suit man didn't answer, even looked away, as if the gunner suddenly didn't exist.

Flower q! All of them scolded in their hearts.

It's a dead job Fresh and refined! You think it's a movie!

They didn't know that although there was no photographer present, someone really came to act.