"President!"

"President, wake up!"

"President White!"

"Damn it, who has the blood bag on hand? Give me a bag..."

In a daze, Emlin heard a familiar voice calling himself.

Open your eyes.

For a moment, he was still a little confused about the situation.

Until the warm blood slid down the esophagus, Emlin finally regained a little consciousness.

"Cod?" He looked up at the side.

Seeing this, the little fat man Cod finally felt relieved and sat down without any grace. "I'm scared to death, President White, I thought you were dead."

Emlin sat up with his arms.

The night wind blows.

My body was chilly.

Only then did he realize that his clothes were already torn, and there were still some debris left by his side that he didn't know what it was.

"hiss--"

Emlin couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning and contributed his own strength to global warming.

Strangely, he clearly remembered that he was fighting against the Skeleton Angel...

By the way.

That gentle voice!

Turn your head and look around.

But there was an extremely strange scene around.

The first place is full of vitality, but the next place is deserted and withered.

Such a scene made Emlin suddenly realize something.

"It's...Mother Goddess...isn't it right." He shook his head.

A mere pseudo-god would never let Mother Earth come in person. It is likely that the angels of the Mother God’s church took action.

"Are you an ally?" Emlin thought to himself.

Then he was much more excited.

Then he thought of something and asked Cod quickly, "What's going to happen to the rescue? Are our brothers and the injured okay?"

"There are certain casualties." Cod smiled bitterly: "But being able to evacuate under such circumstances is considered a blessing in disguise."

The topic changed: "Thanks to the president's heroic posture of fighting alone, we all see it."

really--

Demigod kicks the angel.

Not to mention that there are no ones who have never come before, it is a rare feat.

Although the holy bracelet of Mother Earth's Goddess is broken...

But Emlin not only achieved his goal, but even survived.

It's really gratifying!

"Please compliment me." Emlin looked proud and raised his face on the floor.

But the slightly raised corner of his mouth betrayed him.

Let go of this matter.

He stood up and touched his pants' pocket.

Fortunately, the internal dedicated machine was not lost.

Without caring about the eyes of others, Emlin opened the group chat directly.

I found that there was a lot of new news in the group since he spoke last time.

"The beautiful writer just wants to let go: the teleportation ceremony is ready."

"Beautiful writer just wants to let go: Dee.jpg"

"Governor General of the United Fleet: It's great, I want to go to Nanlu to serve the church."

"Guarding the best silver city: 1"

"St. Hall: Mr. Hanging Man, Mr. Sun, your work is also very meaningful, please be careful not to be impatient."

"Sasharon: I have arrived at the target location @Saint Hall"

"St. Hall: Good Miss Temperance, standby for now"

"Sasharon: dull.jpg"

"White Wolf: Found the Red Scorpion @The Handsome and Handsome Blood Clan"

"White Wolf: Repeat, I found the Red Scorpion, and am now watching from a distance @The handsome and handsome blood clan"

"White Wolf: @The handsome and handsome blood clan, please reply when you see it."

"White Wolf: Found..."

"The beautiful writer just wants to let go: No problem, Mr. World?"

"If you protect the best Silver City: Mr. World, you should be fighting now."

"Governor of the United Fleet: I hope people are fine."

"Knowledge is power: I hope people are fine."

"St. Hall: I hope people are fine."

"Red Gloves: I hope someone has something to do."

"Red Gloves: I hope you're fine... Sorry, I made a typo just now."

"Majestic Judge: I hope people are fine."

Emlin swept through the chat records, and three black lines appeared above his head.

When I fight to the death, what are you doing? Hello!

Although the most powerful thing about the daily water group is that you are...

After calming down, Emlin typed a line of words.

"Handsome and handsome blood clan: Mr. World, how is your situation? I just got attacked by the Angel of Death Path, and I have suffered some losses, but it is still within the scope of my endurance. By the way, there is an angel of the Angel of Mother Path... Have you already got the living sample of the Red Scorpion? Don't need too much, just blood and poison sac. @水多"

More than ten minutes passed, and the "White Wolf" did not respond.

However, the other party members talked about it in a slight manner.

Emlin still had a lot of things to do at hand. He had no mood to chat and briefly explained the situation, so he changed his clothes and devoted himself to the busy medical work again.

What he didn't know was that at the same time, the "White Wolf" thousands of miles away did not want to respond.

But it can't respond at all.

Sibairan border battlefield—

"Ahem." Klein spitted out blood.

The dirty blood fell to the ground, like strong sulfuric acid, quickly corroding the ground.

"What a great witchcraft." He wiped the corner of his mouth, his face covered with a faint purple aura. His whole body looked very bad, shaking, as if he was about to fall down in the next second and never get up again.

"This is the strategic weapon of the Witch Cult." Klein stared at the huge red poisonous scorpion not far away.

The strange patterned armor seemed to be faintly visible on it. Two pairs of huge scorpion clamps were bleeding. The most terrifying thing was the thick and long poison tail, which was tortuous and terrifying.

Six pairs of round and unemotional eyes are evenly distributed on both sides of the head; countless broken fingers form their abdomen, twisting the pupa and splashing dust and sand.

When Klein found this ghost thing, the advance team of the "Royal Sect" was almost wiped out.

Even if there is a short-distance transmission device equipped in advance to transport the injured to the rear, how many people can survive...

Well, it's hard to say.

Even Klein was not careful for a moment and was caught in the colorless and odorless poison in the air, so he had to take the DEBUFF.

"It's not good." Klein's face became more and more serious.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind it! If it were his personality, of course, he would hide as far as he encountered such dangerous things.

But the situation is special now.

You can't survive without fighting!
To be continued...