Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Let me out, let me out quickly, these bastards are here to attack us, get out of the way..."

Gao Feng knew at first glance that something was wrong. He knew best the virtues of his own team. From the looks of those guys, it was obvious that they were not here to give a warm welcome. In desperation, Gao Feng shook his body vigorously and squeezed out, and suddenly he was as big as a turtle. The formation squeezed out a gap and rushed out like a strong wind, waving as it rushed.

"An enemy appears ahead, with unknown intentions. There is no danger for the time being..."

The timing of Gaofeng's appearance was just perfect. He rushed out just before the rockets were about to be launched. He didn't have a weapon in his hand, so it was naturally not dangerous. However, no one recognized Gaofeng. The thick smoke from the camp filled the air everywhere. Both Gaofeng and Huangren were confused. They were almost blackened by smoke, and the only thing that could identify them was their equipment and clothing.

When Xian Zhao received the report from his side, he did not say anything. He raised his telescope and looked carefully. The people around him were still suggesting:

"Why don't you just ignore him and fight him first? There's nothing to talk about with these bastards..."

Only the Storm Legion could utter these evil words. They were fearless and had been coveting the shield in the hands of the blood boy for a long time.

"Pong..."

Xian Zhao slapped the guy's helmet hard, causing his eyes to spin immediately. The vibrating buzz of the helmet made him dizzy, which showed how powerful Xian Zhao was.

"You're blind, that's the great elder..."

The Leicha family is one of the thirteen top families. The family's heritage is beyond what ordinary people can imagine. It can be said that each top family is an independent kingdom. They have their own fiefdom, their own people, their own army and bureaucracy.

In this world, the Thirteen Families are royal families that have been established by convention. The descendants of each family are equivalent to princes and grandsons. Even the lowest-ranking Jialuozhong among the direct descendants can make the Xianjun of small and medium-sized families bow their heads. They They can seize wives and daughters while talking and laughing, and they can kill people in the city just because of a small friction. They are so powerful that even large families have to submit.

Children from top families are the happiest children in the world. They are born nobles. From birth to death, they enjoy the best food, the most gorgeous clothes, the most stunning women, and the most luxurious life in the world. This The world is at their mercy and runs according to their will. In their hearts, the family is the world. The world can live without it, but the family cannot live without it. Violating the family is violating the world and all mankind.

The achievements of the ancestors are always the core of the family's establishment. Countless hymns and songs tell the deeds of the ancestors, and the deeds of the ancestors are infinitely carried forward by them, because their ancestors are history. The gorgeous operas depict the glory of the ancestors, allowing future generations and The descendants of future generations remember the greatness of their ancestors, so in their view, human beings can reproduce because of the achievements of their ancestors, so they are destined to control the destiny of humankind.

The descendants of the Thirteen Families should be blessed by their ancestors, and the descendants of the Thirteen Families should be worshiped by the world. The ancestors and the world are intertwined, forming the outlook on life of the Thirteen Families. For them, this world exists because of their ancestors and for their support. They exist, so asking for things from this world is the world’s right and their obligation.

When this kind of thinking took root in the minds of the descendants of the Thirteen Families, they became the God Clan, and everyone below Jialuo was just an ant, and everyone below the clan was just a slave.

The airship floats high in the sky, overlooking the earth. The humans running around and wailing are like majestic gods. The gods are just bodies. Inside the bodies are the same humans, looking down with indifferent eyes. In their eyes, they are running on the ground. It seems that they are not the same kind, but a group of insignificant ants. There is only one person with inexplicable sadness in his eyes.

A girl who has just bloomed, her delicate and delicate face is pleasing to the eye, her red lips and white teeth, her snow-capped bones and icy muscles, her skin is soft, her waist can be easily grasped, her breasts are tall and pointed, her figure is just right for not being very tall, and most importantly Touching girly youth.

The gorgeous clothes made Cai Feng a little more noble and graceful, making her charming and charming, like a blooming rose under the bright sunshine. But at this moment, Cai Feng's wise and profound eyes were full of sadness. The porcelain white teeth were deeply embedded in the bright red lips, and the slim figure was trembling slightly, as if enduring great pain.

There were many people on the airship, and Zaifeng was excluded from the outermost periphery. Although his appearance was moving, no one took a second look. In their eyes, the deserted man running and wailing below seemed to be more beautiful. In the middle of the crowd, a bowl with a mouth The God's Blessing Cannon, which was thick and over three meters long, was shining with bright red light in the hands of a middle-aged man covered with frost. The light first appeared and then disappeared, turning into a beam of light and flying downward.

This man is the Rishan Jialuo of the floating airship. Every time he bombards the airship, he turns his head and smiles at the handsome young man standing aside. Under the guidance of the young man, he bombards to another place. As the young man becomes more delicate than mutton-fat white jade, With a wave of his finger, each deserted person turned into dust under the red light.

The young man has a face that is even more gorgeous than Caifeng. A strange and bright colorful spar forehead ornament hangs between his eyebrows, and his eyes are cold and sinister. He is dressed in a robe that is a hundred times more gorgeous and complicated than Caifeng, making him look like a wealthy peony. , every move is full of graceful and feminine temperament. If it weren't for the Adam's apple on his neck, people would really think that this is a lady from some family.

The boy looked a little younger than Cai Feng, but his body was already filled with a powerful aura. Even Cai Feng could feel it. The aura that oppressed her heart to the extreme. Cai Feng, as a member of the Jialuo family, understood that it was regret. The aura that only Jungara has, although the aura is vague and uncertain, with strong and weak times that are uncontrollable, and the aura is not very pure, with all kinds of unspeakable impurities, it is indeed the aura of Jungara.

She is prettier than Caifeng, more powerful than Caifeng, and has a nobler status than Caifeng. Caifeng is suddenly compared to Cinderella, or the Cinderella who accidentally fell into the chimney. No wonder Caifeng has become a marginalized person here.

There were a total of eighteen people in the airship. Except for the white-haired Rishan Jialuo, there were six beautiful women who looked either pure, cool, charming, cute, or enthusiastic. The ladies of the aristocratic ladies are all better in appearance than Caifeng, and their figures are even hotter. Compared to Caifeng's small and delicate breasts, these women are like carrying giant fermented steamed buns, which makes people breathtaking and salivate.

These girls are the young man's maids. They stand behind the young man with low eyebrows and obedient eyes. All their attention is on the young man, observing every detail of his expression and being ready to serve at any time. However, they are also Gaara, and the worst thing about them is that they look... At the beginning of Feng, the most cold and charming girl is even half a step behind, and her powerful aura is a little more than that of a boy.

The remaining nine people are all men in uniforms. Their service is exquisite and simple, and the details are even more luxurious. They are all well-proportioned, with handsome faces, and they move with a calm and elegant atmosphere, and their mouths always maintain a flattering look. The smile he likes, his eyes are indescribably bright and full of spirituality, are the crew of the airship. They are also young servants, but they are all Xianjun Jialuo. One of them is the oldest, with slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but The one with more masculine charm seemed to have no aura, like an ordinary person, but Caifeng knew that this man was actually the most powerful among the servants, and had already reached the level of half-stepping a mountain.