However, the strengthening of Shura Hell is as good as you want and comes from it, as natural as your own smell and vision. When it is turned on, it will only be as comfortable as a bath, and there will be no pain of being forced to strengthen.

So compared to Atlantis' core energy, Lu Yu is actually more willing to fight with Shura Hell.

When the white bone monks saw the Shura hell burst out from Lu Yu, their faces turned angry, as if they had seen something they didn't want to accept.

"Why do you have... that rebel's Shura Hell?"

A white bone monk stretched out his finger to Lu Yu, spread his jaw tremblingly, and used the sound of bone friction to form words: "Is that rebel... really going to abandon our subordinates?"

Lu Yu stood in the Shura hell, put the Asura sword in front of him, and asked coldly: "Subor? If you were still Asura's subordinates, how could you call him a rebel? How could you see this sword and not kneel down?"

The white bone monks had no eyes, but a sad feeling appeared in their pale eyes. They looked at their white bone palms and said silently: "What can we do? After he left the Buddha Divine Realm, no one could challenge the majesty of Indra. Even the Golden Dragon Clan, one of the five major dragon clans, surrendered to Indra's feet."

"We are just ordinary members, and we are not qualified or capable of challenging Indra. What is wrong with us? If we pursue the wrong, it is also Asura's fault."

"He was wrong. His eyes were blinded by emotions. He could not see us subordinates who had been loyal to him for thousands of years, the figures of the millions of members of the Shura Palace begging him not to rebel from the Putu Divine Realm, and the determination of Indra to eliminate the rebels."

The white bone monks suddenly knelt down slowly towards Asura, raised their hands above their heads, and said piously: "This is our last salute. Come on, let us die under the Asura's sword, and don't let us bear the sorrow of being resurrected."

"We are all dead bones that have been wiped out by time. We are not qualified to wave the butcher knife at our former Emperor of Heaven, and we are even more unwilling to charge for Indra."

Lu Yu slowly lifted the Asura sword, and bloody fighting spirit emerged from his body, and then the wolf god's blood armor appeared on his body, covering him tightly.

"Here you come!"

Lu Yu's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. He stepped out and shattered the void. The blade from human beings was finally born, and in an instant he was turned into a stream of light!

A blood wolf phantom rose into the air. The blood wolf phantom was wrapped in the blade's edge and wrapped in the sprinting Lu Yu, rushing towards the white bone monks like a meteorite that broke the sky.

At that moment, the South Asian War Zone received a crazy situation report.

Deep in the South Asian War Department, in the huge information headquarters, all the information officers Zhengzheng listened to the crazy voices on the radio, and all the expressions on his face froze.

“This is number one!”

“This is number two!”

“This is number three!”

"here it is……"

"I saw it..."

"I found out..."

"Someone appeared..."

"That person..."

"That person is..."

All the information officers were frozen in place, and they held the wheat in their ears tightly, not understanding why all the pilots of the fighter fleet were so nervous. Gradually, they became nervous, and inexplicably looked forward to the sound over there.

But everyone seemed to be in shock silence from the sound over there, and the information officers couldn't help but ask, "What did you see, what did you find, what did you talk about?"

The information officers were inexplicably nervous, but on the other end of the radio, all the pilots looked at the blood wolf phantom in the distance, and stared at the figure of the man in the blood wolf phantom on the fighter plane screen.

The flight captain swallowed, picked up the communicator tremblingly, and slowly spit out four words.

"General...Lu Yu."

In the Information Department of the South Asian War Theater, all the information officers frowned and asked in confusion: "What General Lu Yu, what are you talking about?"

After the arrival of the end of the world, Kyushu expanded the various military departments on a large scale and absorbed many new members, especially the information department. Many people in the information department of the South Asian theater are new members.

"Speak, what are you talking about?"

An old information officer suddenly felt as if struck by lightning. He rolled and crawled away other information officers, plunged head on the radio station, picked up the communicator tremblingly, pressed the trembling voice and asked, "You just said... General Lu Yu? Which general Lu Yu?"

All the pilots of the fighter fleet suddenly picked up the radio communicator and shouted like crazy: "It's General Lu Yu, it's Lu Yu, the national soldier in the Hall of Heroes!"

"The Invincible General of Jiuzhou, the strongest general, General Lu Yu, who once led our Jiuzhou to prepare for war against the gods and demons!"

"I saw it, that is General Lu Yu. He is still alive, he is not dead, he is not dead!"

"General Lu Yu is not dead... Wuwu... he is not dead!"

"Although still alive...General Lu Yu is still alive..."

The old information officer was kneeling on the ground, holding the radio communicator tightly in his hand, listening to the crazy sound of the radio, and tears burst out from the corners of his eyes.

"General Lu Yu..." the old information officer murmured to himself: "Is it General Lu Yu? Is it really General Lu Yu? Is he still alive? General Lu Yu is still alive... still alive... still alive..."

The other new information officers looked at the old information officer in surprise, but they couldn't understand why this mature and steady old senior suddenly collapsed. Some new information officer hesitated and walked up to him and asked, "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

"General Lu Yu is still alive...General Lu Yu is still alive...he is still alive..." The old information officer was stunned and knelt on the ground and muttered to himself.

The new information officer asked hesitantly again: "Old senior, General Lu Yu... who is it?"

The ordinary people had no big impression of Lu Yu in the past when the national sorrow of Jiuzhou was in full swing, so they were all surprised and puzzled today, nearly a year later.

The people who have experienced that period cannot understand the thoughts and beliefs of the elderly in the army.

"Old senior? Old senior?" The new information officer stretched out his hand and waved his hand in front of the old information officer.

The old information officer suddenly stood up, his eyes were still lost, and he ran out in a daze, not at all as mature and steady as before.

"This..." The new information officers stood there, confused.

The old information officer staggered outside and crashed into the gate of the war zone headquarters. He looked at the senior generals in the room with sweat and blushing.

The room is full of senior executives of the South Asian War Zone, and everyone is full of merits. One of the major generals frowned and said, "Guards, where are the guards? How can you just let someone break into the command center?"
Chapter completed!