Zongman chat group: Second dimension magic repair plunder entry

His eyes burned with a fierce hatred that seemed to want to devour the whole world.

At the same time, a hint of almost insane obsession flickered in his eyes.

The Primal Spirits are not merely an unparalleled, powerful force capable of changing the world.

It is also the key to his revenge against the humans who once harmed him and his people, and an important tool for him to realize his ambitions.

"Sir, we have expanded the search area, but we still haven't found any clues."

A subordinate reported nervously, his voice so soft it was barely audible, barely audible in the oppressive atmosphere.

His body trembled slightly, and he dared not look up into Wescott's furious eyes.

Westcott whirled around, his sharp, piercing gaze instantly fixed on his subordinate.

"No clues? What are you all doing! That's the Primordial Spirit, her power is enough to reshape this world and change the entire world order."

His voice was hoarse with anger.

The exquisite face of the Primal Elf kept appearing in his mind, a face like a spell.

This intensified his desire, and the urge in his heart burned like a raging fire.

His thoughts drifted back to his distant childhood, to the magician village that had been ruthlessly burned down by humans.

At that time, the screams of my relatives and the blood of my friends were like a nightmare.

It was deeply imprinted in his mind, becoming a wound in his heart that could never heal.

From that moment on, the seed of revenge was planted deep in his heart.

As time went by, the seed took root and sprouted, and now it has grown into a towering tree.

His hatred for humanity, like the tangled roots of a tree, had taken deep root in his soul.

"Humans, I will repay you a thousandfold for everything you have done to me and my people."

Westcott roared inwardly, a deep hatred spreading through every part of his body.

Primal Spirit, you are the tool of my revenge. No matter the cost, I will find you.

At that time, the whole world will tremble beneath my feet.

Humanity will be in endless despair and suffering.

They must pay a heavy price for what they have done!

He slowly looked out the window at the city shrouded in gloom, a sinister smile appearing on his face.

That smile was like a devil's smile, sending chills down one's spine.

"Keep searching! Increase manpower, expand the search area, and find her no matter the cost!"

His voice carried an undeniable ruthlessness.

His subordinates all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into his crazed eyes, their hearts filled with fear and unease.

In this gloomy weather, Westcott harbored endless hatred and ambition deep within his heart.

“Oh dear, doesn’t he look like a mad dog? He just wants to bite people everywhere.”

Suddenly, a bloodsucking voice rang out. Even though it put everyone on alert...

Chapter 311 Kurumi's Resentment

Upon hearing that sudden sound, the air in the entire space seemed to freeze instantly.

The nerves of everyone present suddenly tightened, and their vigilance was palpable.

Immediately afterwards, the group came into view.

The leading man exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.

He was surrounded by many graceful figures.

Without hesitation, the members of DEM quickly drew their weapons and stared intently at the uninvited guests as if facing a formidable enemy.

Westcott's gaze, however, was drawn to him as if by a magnet.

He stared straight at a figure in the group—the very Primal Spirit he had been longing for.

His eyes instantly filled with shock and ecstasy, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Finally... I've finally found you! I never expected you to appear before me at this unexpected moment, hahaha!"

A sudden "bang" rang out, and a gunshot rang out.

The crisis, like a surging tide, swept in swiftly the instant the gunshot rang out.

In the nick of time, Westcott reacted with lightning speed. His figure flashed through the air like a black phantom.

With lightning speed and agility, it evaded the sudden attack.

Almost at the same moment he successfully dodged, a dazzling light burst forth from his body.

As the light faded, an extremely magnificent suit of armor appeared before everyone's eyes.

That is the CR-unit tactical display unit, with a unique design; it's a half-body, imposing mech.

A mysterious aura and a powerful presence intertwined, emanating from the air.

This equipment is the culmination of countless hours of wisdom and technology from the DEM company.

The forces of magic and technology are perfectly integrated in it, displaying astonishing power.

Before Westcott mastered the terrifying power of the Elven Reversal, this armor was undoubtedly his solid support.

Westcott slowly closed his eyes, trying to sense the unique aura emanating from everyone around him.

Something's wrong; these people's aura is very strange.

The familiar feeling of lacking spiritual energy fluctuations was completely different from the aura of a magician.

but,

The figure dressed in a black and red gothic dress faintly exuded a spiritual aura similar to that of the Primordial Elf.

Moreover, the Primal Spirit is right before my eyes; her presence is so beautiful.

A glint of madness flashed in his eyes; his inner desires surged like a wild horse.

Origin Spirit, everything you have will become mine.

Sensing the presence of all beings except the Primal Spirits gave him even more confidence.

This confidence, like a blazing flame, instantly inflated his ego.

Only a pure-blooded magician of equal strength in this world is qualified to compete with him.

In an instant,

His figure was like a black streak of light, rushing towards Xue Lingfeng at a terrifying supersonic speed.

In his eyes, Xue Lingfeng was undoubtedly the leader of this group.

As for the Primal Spirit, he was her "creator".

His twisted desire for control convinced him that she would never dare to defy his will.

She will obediently dedicate her power, even her entire existence.

Just then, a deafening explosion, like a thunderclap, rang out beside me.

Immediately afterwards, a bullet, trailing a long plume of flame, whistled through the air.

boom

The terrifying power unleashed by the flintlock musket instantly distorted the surrounding space.

Westcott felt a chilling sense of crisis approaching.

"how is this possible?"

He hurriedly brandished his light-speed sword, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

With a deafening roar, the powerful impact sent him flying.

He crashed into the wall like a shooting star, causing the wall to crack instantly and scattering debris everywhere.

at the same time,

His numerous subordinates also activated their unique tactical display units, pouncing on their opponents like hungry wolves.

At this time.

Suddenly, deep shadows surged from the ground like a black abyss.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, Kurumi Tokisaki appeared before everyone's eyes like ghosts.

Their faces beamed with a fanatical and excited smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"Ara ara! We've finally found these disgusting fellows. Well then, let me give you a proper welcome."

"That's right, that's right, these disgusting bastards should have gone to hell long ago!"

"Yeah, yeah, those damned guys, none of them will leave here alive today!"

Their voices, like the warbling of nightingales, yet carrying a melody of death, echoed in the empty room.

The entire space was filled with a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

"Damn it, who are these people? How can they possess such terrifying power?"

Westcott quickly crouched up from the ground, his eyes coldly fixed on Kurumi Tokisaki and her group, like those of a hawk.

"This aura is somewhat similar to that of the Primal Elf, but it is significantly weaker."

"Could these be the legendary elves? But where did they come from?"

Many Kurumi Tokisakis drew their flintlock pistols, the muzzles gleaming with a cold light.

next moment,

Bullets rained down like a storm, instantly turning the entire space into a sea of ​​light and bullets.

With deafening roars, bullets pierced the bodies of one DEM member after another.

Their hands and feet were ruthlessly broken, and their agonizing screams echoed in the air like the wailing of hell.

Westcott, meanwhile, wildly swung his light-speed sword, the blade drawing arcs through the air.

They attempted to build an indestructible sword net to withstand the tidal wave of light projectiles.

However, despite his best efforts,

The overwhelming attack continued like a surging sea.

They constantly suppressed his body, gradually putting him in a passive position.

Takamiya Mana's face was ashen, her eyes filled with fear and despair.

She stared intently at Kurumi Tokisaki's frenzied attacks, her body trembling slightly involuntarily.

She had never seen such a bloody and terrifying scene. These Kurumi Tokisakis seemed to be messengers from hell, and every move they made carried the aura of death.

"Who are these people? Why are we suddenly here?"

"Are they going to carry out such a brutal massacre? How can there be so many identical copies of that beautiful woman???"

Takamiya Mana was filled with doubt and fear; her mind was in complete chaos.

"Damn it, you won't get away with this!"

Westcott suppressed his anger, and the power in his hands rapidly gathered like a volcanic eruption.

A series of dazzling beams of light appeared instantly, like giant golden dragons.

His figure transformed into a streak of light, charging once again towards one of the Tokisaki Kurumi.

The madness and determination in his eyes suggested a desire to utterly destroy everything in front of him.

The light-speed sword, carrying a fierce momentum, sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Tokisaki Kurumi's vitals.

however,

Kurumi Tokisaki's reaction speed was equally astonishing; she subtly shifted her body to the side, avoiding the fatal blow.

Then,