"Mom, since the God of War and the Empress disappeared, our human race has gradually declined, and a large amount of land has been occupied by the alien race in the starry sky and the United States colluded with the alien race. Now our mysterious powerful human race has finally emerged, and it's so cool!"

"I dare to conclude that this mysterious strong man is definitely from the dark world. Otherwise, how could he rescue Frans, the former God of Weapons?"

"Do you think this human powerhouse is the uncrowned king of the Western Tyrant?"

"The Western Tyrant was destroyed by nuclear weapons three years ago. How could it be him?"

"Who could have thought that such a huge change would have happened in just three years after Lord Tyrant's death?"

"One person actually destroyed a city. This powerful man from my human race is really awesome, haha, it's refreshing!"

Countless people were shocked and happy after clicking on the post and reading the messages and pictures. They couldn't help but leave messages to express their opinions and opinions.

"Do you know what the name of that human race is?" A well-informed guy posted a post and showed off.

"What's the name?" People couldn't help asking when they saw that guy's post.

"It seems to be called Crazy Lord!" The man passed a long time ago, and saw more and more curious people. He kept it a secret before answering.

"Crazy Lord?"

When people heard the man's answer, they were all surprised. What kind of name is this!

The tyrant died three years ago, and now a madman with extremely powerful strength and unprecedented emerged!

People all have a premonition that maybe this man named Crazy Lord will cause another storm in the future!

"Are these guys like Knoros, Black Dragon, and Evil Doctors still together after all?"

"They were rescued by the Crazy Lord, but who is that Crazy Lord?"

In a broken wooden house by the sea, a young man with a strong face, covered in wind and frost, with messy long hair and naked upper body, showing bronze skin, sat in front of a shabby computer and looked at the news posted on the international dark web. A faint smile appeared on his face, and murmurs came from his mouth.

As his words fell, he stood up and walked to the shark-toothed sword placed beside him, stretched out his palm and held the shark-toothed sword in his hand. A strong smile appeared on his strong face covered with frost, and a murmur came from his mouth: "Old friend, you have been humiliated over the years!"

As the young man finished speaking, he walked outside the room with his shark-toothed sword in his shorts and slippers. He started to dissipate the body of a big sea fish that had been salvaged on his own, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.

In the Amazon poisonous fog forest, a man with messy hair, stubborn face, wearing a shabby camouflage military uniform, and a lot of black air all over his body sat bored under the big tree, leaning his back against the trunk of the tree closed his eyes to rest. The poison that filled the jungle that scared countless humans and creatures seemed to have no effect on him, and was sucked into his mouth like fresh air.

A large number of people gathered around his body, which made even the strong masters and powerful men feel scared, and even the powerful people in the semi-emperor realm dare not get involved in the various poisons they provoke.

Some of these poisons are crystal clear and like jade carvings, some are poisonous centipedes with thousands of feet all over black, some are purgatory poisonous snakes that are swept with snakes, some are pheasants covered with colorful feathers, some are gray spots and four-legged geckos...

These poisonous substances with strong and severe poison, even if the master touches a little, they will be without bones. They gather together to fight and fight continuously. A large amount of venom and poisonous blood flowed out of their mouths or bodies and stained on the scumbag's body, but they could not cause any turmoil at all...

“Buzz buzz…”

At this moment, the cell phone in the pocket of the scumbag who leaned against the big tree and closed his eyes in a deep voice was vibrated at this moment, making him gradually open his hazy sleepy eyes.

Opening his eyes, taking out his cell phone from his pocket, looking at the news pushed by the International Dark Web, the scumbag's eyes flashed, and a sharp light surged in his eyes, but soon his eyes lost their spirit again and became dim. He threw the cell phone aside, and boring words came from his mouth: "Cronos, evil doctors, black dragons are really idle enough for their lives?"

As his words fell, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again against the big tree, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him. He was just a walking corpse hiding in this poisonous fog forest. His soul had been lost for two years...

In a small village with sparsely populated people, an old bench was placed in the yard in front of the shabby thatched hut. A man with dust on his golden hair was motionless on the bench, holding a painted shotgun in his hand. Moss even grew on his stubborn face.

But he didn't care at all, his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping. Even if it was raining heavily in the sky, he never moved. He let the countless rains fall on him, wet his worn clothes, and drenched his hair covered with dust and straw. His originally handsome and contoured face was covered with moss because of the sun and rain, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him. He was just a stone sitting here...

"Brother Tian, ​​Brother Tian... Look, something big happened, the stars of those guys in the ancient Starry Sky Kingdom were destroyed..."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a slightly gray hair and wearing a shabby camouflage uniform, looking particularly sloppy and embarrassed, staggered with his cell phone and trotted to the middle-aged man with his face excited and excited...

However, he still closed his eyes tightly, and didn't even raise his eyelids...

"well……"

Seeing this, the young man with slightly gray hair sighed softly, stretched out his broken tendon, pulled the bench with difficulty, and took a staggering step to lift him under the dilapidated eaves...

"Bang..."

Unfortunately, because his tendons and legs were broken, he couldn't pull the bench at all. He fell head-on on the steps, his forehead collided with the steps, and blood flowed...

But the man lying on the bench and holding a hunting rifle was still lying on the chair like a puppet or a stone. A cold wind blew by, blowing his messy hair, blowing his bangs away and revealing his vicissitudes of face, which made him gradually open his eyes...

However, he had no eyes at all. His eyes were empty and his eyes were no longer there, only boundless loneliness and desolation.

His eyes were poached...

The former sniper god is now just a puppet, a blind man, just...
Chapter completed!