Boom boom boom! !
The rockets exploded on the sea, and the flames were like blooming red flower buds, which were very conspicuous and beautiful at night.
Garen raised his toe and shot a water arrow right into the rocket launcher.
With a bang, a violent explosion exploded on the sea not far in front of him, and he protected his face with one hand. Wait until the debris from the airflow explosion dissipates before putting it down.
"How to solve it!?" He looked at the rest of the people, and suddenly found that the gun king Nikon had already taken out the small silver pistol, aiming at the direction of the rocket launcher with a gloomy expression.
laugh!
With a soft sound, the small pistol lit up red, and then fell silent.
At the same time, a clown on the cliff snorted his chest and nailed a small silver spiked ball. It hastily reached out to grab it.
laugh! !
The small ball exploded suddenly, turned into countless thin needles, and shot in all directions.
Without a sound, the entire group of clowns were pierced by fine needles and fell to the ground.
"Let's go, the scene is so big, I might as well just shoot it casually." Nikon blew on the muzzle of the gun and regained his gentle expression.
The two immediately rushed out again.
On the surface of the sea, Jialong stepped on the water and finally reached the beach. It's not so much treading water, it's more like treading water, using huge physical strength and strength to stamp on the water surface, and then rushing forward explosively.
He was not a master of lightness kung fu, he was already soaked when he went ashore, his cold clothes were clinging to his body, he looked tattered and extremely embarrassed.
As soon as he landed, he saw that the four of Palosha Nightmare were already waiting for him, and they were obviously faster than him in the sea.
"It's really embarrassing!" Nightmare said helplessly, "Pity my newly bought clothes. It took me a long time to get them, and they were blown up in no time."
Not only him, Andrela and the gun king Nikon are similar. Only Palosha was still clean, even carrying two suitcases in his hands, looking like an old gentleman who was about to go on a trip.
"It's Weisman's three generals! They're here too!" Nikon gritted his teeth, "This time I must kill him with my own hands!!"
"Are you going to split up or join us?" Palosha asked lightly.
"I have another mission, so I won't be with you." Nikon shook his head, "Let's separate here."
"OK."
As soon as Nikon finished speaking, he quickly rushed back to the sea and began to rescue his soldiers ashore.
"Let's go too." Palosha turned and walked towards the island.
Garen didn't speak, and walked slowly behind Palosha. The four of them were speechless all the way, and quickly groped forward on the small island.
The ground was bare, full of black and hard rocks, and white smoke continuously emerged from the cracks in the stones. The smog lingered, limiting vision to within a few meters.
The four of them left the beach and walked on the inner island as if walking on land, surrounded by thick fog.
The thick fog in front seemed to never end, and it was always white.
Palosha found a place on the back of a large rock, squatted down, opened the suitcase and began to take out food and water for meals.
"Let's eat some, we probably have to stay here for a bowl."
Andrela and Nightmare sat down respectively, picked up a pancake and ate it with the poured milk.
Garen took a piece of pancake, tore it up and ate it in small bites, while looking at the surrounding environment.
The sky is a vast expanse of white, and the surrounding area is also vast expanse of white, only the ground is bare black rocky ground, and you can only see a distance of less than three meters. The four of them are like isolated islands in the ocean, with no end in sight in all directions.
He reached out to grab a black stone and squeezed it lightly.
click.
The stone was broken into black powder, revealing the honeycomb structure inside. And it was very hot inside, close to thirty or forty degrees.
"The terrain here is strange and the heat is high. The smoke smells a little like sulfur," he whispered.
"The island of smoke has many secrets, but as long as you don't enter the ruins, there will be no danger. I only heard that some tourists got lost in the fog and fell off the cliff to death, and the number was not large." Andreira explained, "We just have to be careful about other people coming to the island."
He took out a piece of parchment from his close-fitting pocket, and slowly unfolded it. It was a map.
"This is part of the topographic map of the island of smog, which was drawn by someone before. But it's not very useful, it's just for reference."
A few people leaned over to take a closer look.
A strip-shaped island is drawn on the map, which is divided into two parts, marking the southern region and the northern region respectively. The two areas are marked with small dots, with names beside them.
"There are some famous scenic spots on the island of smog. They are all different groups of people, with numbers one to nine on them. Which one should we choose?" Andreira asked. "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. If we want to enter the ruins, we must meet two conditions."
"One is a master of mind power, and that's me." Meng Meng lazily replied.
"The second one is the key." Garen took the words. "The question is where is the key?"
"The biggest possibility is in the group of portraits. The three Weissman generals who attacked us just now should also go here." Nightmare said casually, "The clothes I just bought broke, and I have to settle the account with them." .”
He lost the golden sword seat and the golden seal for no reason, and Garen was also inexplicably upset. These are all antiques of bad luck, with potential value, and now the other party has left no dregs left.
whee
Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the thick fog not far away.
"Who!" A cold light flashed in Andreira's eyes, and the silver light flashed in his hand.
With a bang, a clown wearing red and green clothes slowly walked out of the white mist. His face was wearing a red mask, and the corners of his mouth were split to the ears, like a bloody mouth. He was casually dropping a throwing knife in his hand.
"It's really lucky to see someone who was also attacked here." The clown's sharp and ugly voice rang in the ears of several people. "We were also attacked by Weisman's three generals. Our ship was destroyed, and we are going to seek revenge from them."
"Oh? Do you know where they are?" Meng Meng took out a white pear out of nowhere and bit it lightly.
"Of course, those people are about to get the key. Their information is too accurate for some reason." The clown's weird emphasis seemed a bit awkward, as if the key was the most important item at the entrance of the ruins, but he kept A voice of laughter and gloating. "How? Are you going?"
"Have you notified many people?" Garen asked in a low voice.
"Of course. Who made them dare to openly attack the people who came to the island this time? If they don't teach them a lesson, they really think that the Weisman government is invincible in the world." The clown replied sharply.
"Then how many of you are there?" Garen continued to ask.
"Do you think I can answer this question?" The clown laughed.
"That's right. But why do we have to believe you?"
"Because you have to go. Anyone who wants to get the key will not miss this opportunity. They are just to the north, go there, and I will guide you." The clown said with a smile, "We have a common The enemies, deal with them first, and then do it after the key."
He took the lead in one direction.
Palosha stood still, his face expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
The other two just smiled without any extra actions.
And Garen narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly he seemed to smell something vaguely, and walked out, not in the direction where the clown led the way, but in the opposite direction.
"You went wrong." The clown looked back at him. "Come with me, they're over here."
"I need to ask you where I'm going?" Garen frowned, and walked forward without hesitation.
Swish!
The clown went back and forth, standing in front of Garen.
"You can't go this way. Come with me."
"What do you mean?" Garen's expression turned slightly cold. "Better get out of my way at once."
"You must not take this road, little guy, or I will be very angry~~~" The clown mask showed a strange smile.
"Get out of the way?" Garen faintly smelled something from this direction in his nose, and his voice suddenly became cold.
"If you want to die, I can help you." A chill gradually appeared in the clown's words.
"Looking for death? Hehe, just let me see how you let me die!!" Garen grimaced. With a big hand, he suddenly grabbed it towards the opposite side.
boom! ! !
An invisible aura suddenly enveloped the clown, and his claws were like blue and black steel claws, blatantly grabbing his face. The invisible strong wind blew the surrounding white mist violently, blowing away to both sides like a wave.
Woo! !
The clown screamed loudly, flung his sleeves with both hands, and dropped a large number of black grenades, and his body avoided the grab very quickly.
Boom!
The two retreated as soon as they touched, a violent explosion exploded in the middle, and the flames swept away a large white mist around them.
"Idol. Hand of the Eastern King!!"
Garen's eyes sharpened, and he instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed out, grabbing the clown with his palms up and down, and the air was pierced by his claws with piercing screams.
In front of him, a transparent wall seemed to emerge out of thin air. The wall was formed by countless air cyclones rotating and entangled, like a boulder pressing down on the top, tearing and surrounding the clown heavily.
The clown screamed sharply, turned around and tried to escape.
Tear! !
The clown's body was suddenly torn in two, and the rain of blood scattered all over the surroundings.
Garen's hands were still two meters away from him.
"Vulnerable." He snorted coldly, and walked slowly in front of the clown's head. Smack the clown's head.
With a flick of his toe, a silver playing card flew into his hand.
The cards are made of metal and have a black and white image of an imp printed on them.
"It's the clown of playing cards." Nightmare covered her nose with a fragrant handkerchief, and walked over slowly. "The Clown King has ten avatars under his command. Each has a different code name, and you should be one of them. I heard that the clown is either highly poisonous or a trap, and all of them are masters of poisoning. It's a pity that he was killed before he saw it. You were torn in half."
He took a careful look at Garen.
"Kill people with air currents. Gallon, have you reached that level now?"
(end of this chapter)