"The seventh priest of the alien race, if you have the ability, don't hide with the power of space. Come out and fight me head-on!" Nelson roared, and could feel the tyrannical energy suppressed in his body, but it was not released.

"Haha, I know what you are thinking. Isn't it just waiting for those two guys who are idle all day to come here? Don't worry, one day, I will defeat you a few of you head-on. Let humans see how the S-class warriors they regard as patron saints were killed by me one by one. At that time, I hope you don't get scared to run away! Old friend! Hahahaha..."

Nelson's forehead was full of blue veins. Among the six continents, the defense chief was the most irritable. He realized that the seventh master wanted to leave, and anxiously wanted to keep him, but for a moment he could do nothing.

"Don't run away if you have the ability!"

The manic energy was no longer suppressed, and instantly swept across this large sea of ​​sand and even set off a sandstorm, consuming every inch of space here.

Nelson's mental power spread, searching every nearby area, but found nothing.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

His body was trembling.

Is this a chance encounter? Or was there a premeditation?

The Earth Line Special Forces [Anteater] found signs of the Fallen Gods' activities in the Sahara Desert in Africa and locked in one of its branch bases built in the desert.

Nelson was afraid of fraud. After all, no one knew whether the seventh one would appear there. Even if he was reluctant, the brown lion had to admit that he was not the opponent of the seventh one at the moment. He fought alone and was even at risk of being killed.

He himself is not afraid of death, but the S-class warriors are precious combat power. There are only six of them who are completely S-class warriors moving on the earth. If he is eaten by the seventh one alone, it will be even more difficult for the defense troops to encircle the seventh one in the future.

So he carefully called Zhou Yang and Milton for help, preparing to wait until these two people arrived before taking action against the base that was already surrounded and monitored. He himself stayed with the [Anteater] troops and closely monitored every move there.

The seventh one really appeared.

However, it did not appear at the branch base of the Fallen Gods Society that was monitored, but at the secret residence of [Anteater].

[Anteater] is not a separate team like the Fifth Legion, but the name of a special force, most of which are D-class engine warriors. Although they can be called elite on earth, they can only be killed when facing the seventh.

As the human warrior with the highest combat power on the spot, Nelson responded to the battle at the first time, but the seventh man seemed to be playing with him. While avoiding his rapid and powerful attack, he gently chatted about Nelson's past on Mars, and then slaughtered the warriors of [Anteater].

In the end, two hundred [Anteater] warriors, including Nelson's A-level adjutant, were all massacred by the seventh man.

"The Seventh Lord!"

Nelson roared to the sky. On Mars, he was the S-class warrior guarding the first war zone, and the seventh one was responsible for checks and balances.

At the same time, Nelson was also extremely frightened. He knew that he had left Mars without the suppression of Zhou Tianmu, and the seventh master had already swallowed up enough human life, so his strength should be completely unblocked, but he didn't expect that the gap would be so big!

He didn't meet the seventh one!

What about Nelson? The twisting and deformation of the S-class armor on his body has already shown the gap between the two sides. Even though Nelson cannot use all his strength now, he has not even touched the other party, which is beyond his imagination.

Soon, the space in the distance was twisted, and two warriors in black and white armor appeared.

"Zhou Yang, Milton." Nelson looked at them, his lips trembling.

"Nelson! How are you! Where is the seventh one?" Milton asked hurriedly, and he and Zhou Yang were rushing to the Sahara.

Nelson shook his head, angry and powerless, told Zhou Yang and Milton what had happened before.

"He will appear again." Zhou Yang did not feel too much after hearing this.

"Sorry, Nelson, we have to make more preparations now, but don't worry, it's not far away when we settle the score with him."

Nelson's face was gloomy, his armor was slowly recovering automatically, but his emotions were no longer as calm as before.

"At that time, I will kill that guy myself!" Nelson said gritting his teeth.

Zhou Yang nodded and put his hand on Nelson's shoulder.

"Your strength is essential."

...

Ling An trembledly got up from the bed, put one hand on his waist and the other on his shoulder.

"Old Ye is too merciless, so hard...hiss..."

Ling An smiled bitterly. Since he returned to the fortress, he had not rested like everyone else.

Because of the blood explosion, Ling An has been weak these days. In addition, this time, the opening of the pupil did not increase Ling An's strength like the last time. Instead, it brought continuous weakness to Ling An like the blood explosion.

The addition of the two seems to be not as simple as one plus one.

As long as you practice the Zhoutian Art, Ling An's body will suffer severe pain. This severe pain can only be relieved by time.

At least in the past one or two weeks, he will not be able to practice.

But he had a premonition that after he fully recovered this time, his combat power might be able to reach 300.

Since he has not been able to practice the Zhoutian Art these days, Ling An wants to exercise his body's strength and endurance. This trip to the Red Fog Zone made him realize that in addition to energy and mental power, his body's endurance is also extremely important.

In the past, he felt that his body had reached the limit of normal humans, and this was indeed the case. Even if he did not rely on the engine, and with his physical fitness alone, most C-class soldiers of the Honorary Army could beat the first-class athletes on the earth.

They have reached the limit that normal human bodies can achieve, but the engines have given them a higher upper limit.

So these days, Ling An has been exercising his physical endurance and strength.

In this regard, Ye Zixu is an expert, and his physical strength and endurance are far higher than the same level. The Ye family is an ancient family. Ling An guessed that when the engine has not been invented and cannot easily break through the limits of normal humans like now, does the Ye family already have a method?

So Ling An found Ye Zixu, and he was very happy. Even in the third team, including Zoen, who originally wanted to relax, was willing to give up his rest time and train with everyone.

Ye Zixu became an instructor himself, and some training methods were unheard of, but he taught Ling An a good lesson.

But the effect is also very obvious. The engine warriors can detect changes in their bodies with great sensitivity. After experiencing such a fierce battle, everyone's bodies are like an iron embryo that has been burning in the fire at the right time. Ye Zixu's training is to repeatedly beat their hammers.

The addition of the two is also an effect of one plus one being greater than two.

However, this process is really painful.

Today, Ling An didn't plan to practice his body. He wanted to go to the meritorious hall to check out, modify his equipment, add some additional configurations, and exchange for some good things that can promote cultivation.

"Oh, yeah...hiss..."

Put on casual clothes and fly a star gun on his back, Ling An walked out of the dormitory slowly and carefully. It was already past eight o'clock in the morning. Except for Ye Zixu and Matt who had already gone out, everyone else was still spreading on the bed.

Ling An came outside and walked into the street where the Hall of Meritorious Affairs was located, and the crowds were suddenly filled with people.

The fortress is lively. There are some female engine warriors on both sides of the street. Some are carrying large bags of small bags, while others are not wearing armor, but are wearing beautiful clothes, holding a cup of milk tea in their hands, and talking and laughing with the male companions who are accompanying them.

This made Ling An feel dazed and there was a feeling of accompanying Su Man and the others on the earth to go shopping in the commercial street. It was not until some female warriors passed by him and looked at the one-eyed man in a daze with a spear in a kind and curious manner that Ling An reacted.

Smiling and shook his head, Ling An endured the pain in his body, grinned and walked into the Hall of Merits.

It took him an hour and a half to come out of it.

The Flying Star Spear was handed over to the people in the Merit Hall. He had already made a request with the masters in charge of weapon modification and could go and get it after the modification was completed.

As for the consumables he bought, they will be delivered to his dormitory in a few hours, so he will not be able to move back.

After shopping, Ling An was in a good mood, except that he lost two-thirds of his merit points.

“Where will go next?”

Ling An thought for a while and would not go to training today. It was better to relax and practice hard than just lying on his head, but Ling An didn't want to relax in places like cinemas.

He also sent a message to his family to greet him. At this time, it would be better to walk around, right?

Looking up, the most conspicuous building in the entire fortress, besides the space elevator, is the Zhoutian Tower.

To be honest, Ling An has always been extremely curious about the Zhoutian Tower.

What kind of structure is inside this tower? How is it a magical sky that imprisons the entire alien race on Mars, and even the energy vision brought by the opening of the pupils cannot be analyzed.

These are probably the questions that everyone who knows the Martian battlefield will have in their hearts.

But except for a few people, the Zhoutian Tower prohibits others from entering and exiting. In addition to some people who are specially allowed, those who want to enter the Zhoutian Tower must at least be A-level warriors or general-level garrisons.

The outside of the Zhoutian Tower is very vigilant, and there are no less than five B-level warriors guarding each entrance, not to mention the masters hiding in the dark.

However, it’s not OK to go in, so you can walk around the periphery, right?

Thinking of this, Ling An unconsciously walked towards the Zhoutian Tower.

Only when you get close can you see the majesty of this tower. This is the majesty of any building on Earth except the space elevator.

Even if it was impossible to get closer because of a circle of walls and could not go to the bottom of the Zhoutian Tower to admire, this majestic tower also amazes Ling An.

"I really don't know what Xiaoxuan would look like if she saw the Zhoutian Tower." Ling An remembered that her sister was still very interested in architecture, and she couldn't help but think of it.

Bah! What are you thinking! Even if the fortress is safe, as long as he is still alive, it is impossible for Xiaoxuan to go to Mars. He will not tolerate any mistakes from his relatives.

At this time, Ling An noticed a person.

It was a slender man with a very handsome appearance. Like Ling An, she did not wear a war armor, but was wearing a tuxedo that looked extremely strange on Mars. She leaned against a pillar with a smile on her face, looked up at the Zhoutian Tower, as if she was looking at the majesty of the tower like Ling An.

The reason why Ling An noticed him was not only his outfit that was incompatible with other people, but more importantly, when he saw him, his right eye under his blindfold became faintly hot!
Chapter completed!