Chapter 403 Master Situ Will Definitely Not Be Happy

Sunset dusk.

The blood-colored gravel flew up.

In the desert dyed dark red by blood, two figures were riding roaring battlefield motorcycles, stirring up pieces of dust, and the cloak of order behind them rattled in the wind.

Far in front of them, the fiery explosion almost illuminated the sky, clearly visible even hundreds of miles away.

"0325," the slightly rough-looking strong man shouted loudly, "Who do you think is so bold to attack Anzhai?"

"Who knows." Another man with a slightly feminine face said sullenly: "I guess it's another trade union or gang that doesn't have long eyes and thinks it's okay."

"Hmph, the order we finally established can't be broken like this, or when that person wakes up, it will definitely be useless to scold us." The strong man muttered, "Looks like it's time to clean up another wave of these things. Not very obedient gang."

"It's a pity."

"If the war god is still alive, it will definitely be very sad to see Anzhai being attacked."

"The god of the third order landed here when he was performing his mission at the time. Later, she also suggested that this place should be listed as a pure land, and the order would protect these harmless refugees..."

"Oh?" The feminine man was obviously taken aback, "You mean, Lord Situlan?"

"how is this possible?"

"Lord Situlan is a well-known military god. She has a bad temper. I heard that she almost killed her subordinates... Is she so kind?"

The strong man spat out phlegm and smiled: "You don't know that, do you?"

"That war god, don't look grumpy, but in fact it's good in my heart. The main reason for that kid was that when he was carrying out the task of maintaining order, he could wait for Lord Situlan to snipe the thugs from a long distance. The kid rushed in directly, causing the mob to be stimulated and killed thirty-two refugees..."

"Of course, this matter is not serious. After all, this is a place of lawlessness. Those refugees caught by the thugs would have died."

"But Lord Situ said that even in war, there should be a little bit of humanity."

"Perhaps that's why the Situ people are against the public opinion and demand that the order will protect the pure land of Anzhai in this lawless place full of death and sin."

The feminine man blinked thoughtfully: "I didn't expect that military god to be quite kind."

"It's no wonder that after learning of Lord Situ's death, the other three gods of order ordered the entire order to mourn at half-mast for three days. I heard that Lord Kemisi cried for three whole days, and even made a corpse for Lord Situ. Put it there."

"Yeah. It's just a pity. If Lord Situ knew that Anzhai, whom she had asked to protect before, was attacked... It must be very sad."

The strong man looked at the black cloth on the right arm of the two with lost eyes.

A white saber pattern dances in the wind, and below it is a white word for "dean".

"I want to see who dared to bomb Anzhai!"

The strong man's eyes were filled with incomparable killing intent, and a hot flame burst out from his body, and an uncontrollable roar came from the flame: "I will personally send him down to apologize to Lord Situ!"

The battlefield motorcycle driven by divine power, carrying two Order Envoys, roared and rushed to the place of the explosion.

It was full of anger.

In just half an hour, the two had reached the edge of the explosion.

"It's here.

"The strong man took a deep breath, stopped his motorcycle, and looked at the dusty, gunpowder-filled land in front of him.

It's completely lost that it was a village before.

"Be careful and prepare to fight!" The strong man whispered, and the divine power of the eleventh-order fire god surged. The terrifying temperature distorted the air, and even the sand from the pavement was wrapped in the wind. All in front of him turned into crystal clear glass and fell to the ground.

The feminine man with the number 0325 in the Order Envoy nodded, took out a small dagger from his arms, his body gradually turned dry yellow, and his aura of divine power gradually disappeared. Completely integrated into one, it is impossible to perceive his existence at all.

This is a god in disguise.

The God of Fire slowly walked into the sand fog swept by the wind, which was the dust lifted by the explosion.

But not long after entering the shabu.

The fire god stopped suddenly, looking at his feet in disbelief.

That's a crater.

To be precise, it was a crater created by the bombardment of countless shells.

The huge explosive force forcibly opened up a huge deep hole in the desert that could not be healed.

In this sand fog, the fire god can only see a range of 100 meters, but he can only see the corner of this huge deep pit. This huge deep pit is probably tens of thousands of meters, and the depth is even higher. 100 meters!

It was as if a supreme god had punched in this desert!

"What a terrifying destructive power." The God of Fire turned pale, squatted down and looked at the deep pit that was smoking black and still exuding a hot breath. The sand inside had been completely blown to black, even knotted. into a thin layer of glass crystals.

In the once pure land, not even a trace can be seen.

Those refugees who live and work here in peace and contentment, even the charred corpses could not be preserved under this terrifying attack.

Pick up a pinch of sand and smell it.

The familiar smell of sulfur rushed into the nostrils in an instant.

This God of Fire suddenly stopped, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was full of disbelief!

"is her!"

"Who is it?" The god of disguise, who had been disguised in the dust, asked curiously.

"This familiar fire, the smell of medicine, this terrifying explosion of divine power, this bombardment that overturned the earth..."

"Only one person can do it."

The God of Fire looked at the deep pit in front of him with a complicated expression: "The fourteenth-order war god, Situlan."

"How is that possible, Lord Situ has already..." The God of Disguise was taken aback.

But in the next moment.

The two raised their heads one after another, and looked solemnly at the deep pit of the explosion.

"Tack, tick, tick."

The sound of leather shoes stepping on charcoal came from the sand and fog that was set off by the explosion.

A vague figure slowly appeared in the eyes of the two Order Envoys.

a time.

The fire god suddenly took a step back, and the vaguely appearing figure actually completely coincided with the one in his memory...

"I have seen Lord Situ!" The God of Fire said respectfully.

But in the next moment.

The figure walked through the sand fog and came to the two of them.

It was a cute little girl in a small foreign dress, a small foreign umbrella, and little pink leather shoes.

"Ah?" The fire god was taken aback for a moment, staring blankly at the little girl who looked like a little princess in front of him.

He seemed to be still wondering, how did he treat such a harmless little girl as Lord Situ.

"Cough, little sister," the God of Fire smiled awkwardly, and touched the little girl's head with his big hand: "Don't be afraid, our order will be here to protect you, tell uncle, who bombed this place?"