Artifact

In these three seconds, the battle on the highway continued, and Night Thirteen only calmed down the killing intent, and did not disperse the thunder.

As if he couldn't understand Night Thirteen's words, the gray guest asked rhetorically

"Who are you looking for?".

This sentence is the crux of the night thirteen.

Night Thirteen wanted to say it, but he didn't dare to say it, he didn't know the details of the gray man at all, and he was afraid that once the Shamen people learned about the existence of vanilla, they would immediately turn vanilla into a weapon.

A weapon that ignores the defenses of Night Thirteen and is able to kill him completely.

Night Thirteen said: "I'm sorry, I have no comment. "

The gray man smiled, of course he understood the calculation of the night thirteen, and said:

"I'm not in charge of these things in my religion, but I know that there are tens of thousands of Vaults around the world, and even a 1 percent growth rate of A-level means hundreds of goals. Night Thirteen, just by yourself, how much time and energy do you have to search one by one?".

"Gray guest, don't be sloppy, I've already found out that the Shaman Sect has quite a few underground bases that use special mechanical conveyor belts to transport test subjects. In other words, these places are all connected, right?".

"Yo, night thirteen...... You know a lot, and it seems that you have worked hard all these years! It's a pity that you have found the wrong person. According to what you said, these are not Shamanic buildings. The Shamans are secretive, generally using ancient ruins or inaccessible areas, and do not build "huge bases" with a large number of people...... So, I think you should know who you want to turn to. "

Night Thirteen's brows furrowed, he had already guessed, but he didn't expect it to be the worst outcome.

All previous intelligence points to the fact that the Shamans are having an affair with the intelligence services of the British State, in other words, there is a possibility that the snow spirit is in the human tree, that is, Ellen Park (??? The underground base that I saw in my memory was actually built at the expense of the British!

The gray guest's statement confirms Night Thirteen's speculation, so doesn't Night Thirteen have to ask for someone from the British Kingdom?

No, it's not just the dignitaries, this appalling huge facility is enough to become a world-famous scandal, and if Night Thirteen continues to track it down, it will force the British country to go to war against him with the strength of the whole country!

Yes! That's right! For the sake of international reputation and national influence, the British Kingdom will absolutely stop at nothing to silence Night Thirteen!

Thinking of this, Night Thirteen couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

To go to war with a whole country? Hehe, it's really nerve-wracking!

But what about going to war with the same country for the sake of vanilla?!

Night Thirteen got the final answer, and said, "Grayman, whether you are a pawn of the Holy Grail Society or a believer who willingly worships the Shamanism, you better pray that you don't run into me next time." "

The gray guest didn't take Night Thirteen's words seriously: "Night Thirteen, I'm afraid we won't see each other in ten years." The gift you left me with plenty of time to study the black lines. "

"Gifts?".

Night Thirteen suddenly realized something, he was about to move but it was too late.

I saw the gray man open his hand into the air, sending out a strange fluctuation.

The super thunder hovering above seemed to be lured, and it flashed overhead with a bang, slashing straight down!

Of course, Night Thirteen understood what the Gray Man was going to do—he must have left evidence of his defeat so that he could give an account to the Shamen Sect!

Now that I can think of this, it doesn't help reality in the slightest, even if Night Thirteen tries his best to control it, one percent of this super heavenly thunder has fallen to the ground, and the strange light explodes!

The high-energy plasma, which was more than 12 meters thick and close to tens of millions of degrees, vaporized everything in an instant, and under the subsequent shock wave, it caused a sinkhole with a diameter of more than 30 meters

Everything in the pit melted into one, and the last bit of dregs disappeared, while half of the gray man's face and entire arm withstood the test, emitting a strong black aura.

He endured the pain, took one last look at Night Thirteen, and slowly disappeared from view.

Night Thirteen's ears left the last echo of the gray guest: "Night Thirteen, only three days...... In three days, you will face an opponent who is akin to God...... Hehe...... Enjoy the last three days of your life!".

God?

Hehe, even a god would be afraid of a crazy person who has nothing and is desperate, right?

Night Thirteen fell to the ground, and looked around, only to see that the monsters created by the alchemy method on the highway were all staggered, either killed by guns or melted together, turning into puddles of foul-smelling gelatinous substance.

Without the manipulation of the Greys, these monsters quickly weakened, and at best they were nothing more than rough-skinned cannon fodder.

Of course, this also shows that the alchemy method has been able to mass-produce monsters, although the quality is not high, but the quantity is enough to rival the militia team.

You must know that even if it is a temporary patchwork of men and horses from the Dragon Gate, its combat effectiveness is not inferior to that of any local armed force, and it is conceivable that if the Shamen Sect really relies on the infinite production of monsters to launch a large-scale attack, even the entire collection of the Dragon Gate will be a little enough.

In a moment, the gray guest had disappeared without a trace, and the battle on the highway was gradually over, and Night Thirteen was just about to disperse the thunder, when he heard Ah Li's voice in his head:

"It's not easy to gather and refine the heavenly thunder, wouldn't it be a pity to disperse like this?"

The meaning of this sentence is straightforward, and Night Thirteen knows that Ah Li is nodding himself: "What good way do you have?".

"This thunder is infinitely powerful, you can use it for your own use. Night Thirteen, you have to understand where the gap between you and these opponents is, instead of blindly overtaking the strong with the strong. Even if your physical body surpasses mortals, in front of these opponents, it is still equivalent to losing your five senses! If you don't prepare in advance, you will already be left behind when you encounter the enemy and fight again!"

"Of course I know the gap with my opponent, but ...... How can you collect it? It's not safe to keep such a powerful energy around, right?".

"Why? When you got the Spear, didn't you know how to use it?"

"Before the prisoner could teach me all, things happened one by one...... And he's ...... now Alas......

".

"I really don't know if you are pathetic or pitiful, let's say it first, if it weren't for Xue Ling's sake, I would be too lazy to help you!".

"Ugh...... You have such a good relationship with Xue Ling now?".

"This is my business with her, you don't have to worry about it! Listen to me now, gather and condense the heavenly thunder, and refine as pure as you can!"

"Good!".

Night Thirteen responded, and in an instant, he slowly clenched his open palm into a fist.

I saw that the huge thunder in the sky that swirled and rose like a dragon suddenly burst out with a burst of powerful mist, sweeping away all the surrounding clouds within hundreds of miles in one go.

Looking at the sky thunder again, it slowly became smaller, fused, condensed, and turned into a thin beam of light.

Although the beam is small, the energy intensity is extremely powerful, and the light it emits completely overshadows the sun!

Ali said, "Okay! It's now!"

Night Thirteen's face turned red, and his muscles and veins soared: "What you said is light !!".

At this moment, Night Thirteen seemed to be clenching his fist, but in fact, his right palm could no longer exert his strength, and although the palm of his hand was empty, it was like pinching a steel egg, which would explode at any time.

It seems that he can't maintain his fist clenching anymore.

Ah Li said: "Thanks to how many good things Xue Ling said for you, depending on your ability, this time you can live because of luck!".

With this snort, Night Thirteen's right arm was uncontrollably raised above his head, and a strange shock rushed into the air from the center of his fist!

I saw that the beam of light gradually stabilized, no longer flashing frequently, but slowly falling, until it converged on the severed finger that was crystallized by innate refining.

Just before the contact, the blade of the Heavenly Spear appeared in the palm of Night Thirteen's palm, and a strange gravitational force seemed to be generated on the spearhead, "sucking" the beam of light into it!

"Heaven and earth, refining the gods into the body, robbing the life to gather the top, condensing like a !!".