boom……

The main door of the entire teleportation array was blasted open, and Rolosteve was coming in.

"Uncle Gu, let me in!"

"Young master, no, this list is decided by the clan leader, no one can change it!" Gu Mu was heartbroken, but there was no way. Rolosteve was the time bomb of the worker god clan, and the clan leader had already told him.

"Uncle Gu, you watched me grow up. Are you watching me die like this? Let me go in!"

Matthews and others grew up with Rolosteve, and they couldn't help but plead for mercy. The Gumu that everyone said was also in a dilemma, so there was no one more person, just...

The truth and feelings are really contradictory, and sometimes they really shake.

"Uncle Gu, if you don't open it, I'm going to do it!" Rolosteve took out a psionic cannon in his hand and pointed it at the eye of the formation, "I can't leave, everyone doesn't have to leave!"

Rumble...

The roof of the entire temple was lifted up, and gravel was everywhere, revealing a huge dragon. "Haha, I finally found it, it turned out to be hidden here. Tsk tsk, this is the teleportation array leading to the way home, very good, very good!"

"It's a pity that it's full and there's no place for you!"

Allasteve slapped out with a palm, but the palm power was too weak. Now the natural power is chaotic and it is difficult to borrow the power of heaven. One rises and the other rises, and the demon power is naturally even more terrifying.

"Hehe, you have internal conflicts. Ah, isn't this your baby grandson? Why is he facing his own people?"

Namo smiled arrogantly, and Allasteve swept his eyes and gritted his teeth and slapped it out, but this palm was not slapped at Namo, but his only grandson.

"Go away!"

Rolosteve never expected that the huge spiritual power falling from the sky was so familiar and cruel at that moment.

Everyone was stunned, and no one expected that the patriarch would do it himself.

In the air, Allasteve suddenly grew old, wrinkles were covered with blood, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out, and the internal and external interactions had already dried up his life.

Namo had no time to pay attention to the enemy that had been entangled for more than a hundred years, and his body fell from the sky and rushed towards the teleportation array.

boom……

The teleportation array vibrated violently, and the Desperate Aegis could not withstand such impact from him. Everyone looked at Butter Qiansuo nervously.

Die Qiansuo was able to keep calm at any moment, which helped a lot. He had found his place, only a little bit away.

Allasteve suddenly fell rapidly to the dragon head of the Siren King whom he hugged. This was the only thing he could do. However, he had extremely weakened his power, and it was also a luxury to die with Namo.

...Flesh and blood are flying everywhere.

The people of the God of Workers were all furious and wanted to rush out and fight desperately, but they were suppressed by Gu Mu's shout. At this time, Butterfly Qiansuo opened his eyes and said only one word.

--Walk!

At this time, there is no need to drag the mud. Allah Steve has done everything that promised. As long as he has that ability, he will definitely allow the worker gods to reproduce and survive in the Bharat Continent!

The violent light exploded, and it turned out that there were entire pieces of psychic stones under the teleportation array!

The Siren King who tore up Allastev didn't care that his entire body was trapped in the rising teleportation array. He didn't want to wait for death here!

Now that I want to rush into the Despair Aegis Shield, I have no time. The only way is to firmly grasp the teleportation array and with the strong body to withstand the power of space. As long as I don’t encounter the torn space turbulence, there is still a glimmer of hope!

boom……

The teleportation array disappeared.

And miracle, this huge city that once saved the tribe of the God of Workers and brought more than 10,000 people back then to a huge city with more than 200,000 people, has finally reached the end of its mission.

Now, the disaster is heavier than that of that year, only more than 500 people can leave by chance, but as long as the fire of life exists, it will never perish.

Watching the death of our compatriots with their own eyes, at this moment, every living bloodline of the God of Workers will mature, and the responsibility of the patriarch and others is concentrated on them.
Chapter completed!