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Chapter 687 - 687 364 Unlucky President and Vice-president of Blood

Chapter 687: 364 Unlucky President and Vice-president of Blood Spirit Association (4000)_1 Chapter 687: 364 Unlucky President and Vice-president of Blood Spirit Association (4000)_1 The metal fighter jet apparently experienced some sort of mechanical failure. One half of the plane was on fire and it was clear that the pilot had completely lost control. At this moment, it was like a large missile, crazily hurtling towards the ground at a shocking speed.

The force behind it was not to be doubted.

From afar the fighter plane seemed small, but in reality, it was fifteen meters long, with a wingspan of nine meters, and nearly four meters in height. It whole weighed six to seven tons.

Not to mention the inertia brought on by the speed of a thousand kilometers per hour.

Even with the strength weakened due to loss of control, it was still quite dangerous. The instantaneous destructive power when this thing landed, was comparable to a rocket launcher sweeping the ground, or a missile that would appear in the later generations.

Cursing inwardly, Casio vibrated both of his hands onto the ground, and using the force from his palms, he amazingly horizontally moved and flew out instantly.

While mid-air, a substantial surge of Qi, as rich as a lake, roared from within him. His specially designed sturdy combat uniform was torn apart by his physical body, revealing the terrifyingly exaggerated muscular contours of his upper body, as well as the blue-black veins entwined like roots. He amazingly transformed into a towering 2.5-meter rock-white giant.

Underneath the state of a demon idol, a substantial black light almost materializing, spurted out from all pores of Casio. The deep black vapor, looking like heavy fog, surged from his chest, shoulders and back into the high altitude, forming an even larger giant. That was the phantasm of the original 4-meter demon idol. It glanced at the sky, then lowered its head, extending its wide arm that was like a city wall.

Putting up an indomitable defense in front of Casio.

Whiz!!!!!!

The piercing sound of breaking the air only lasted for a second.

The next moment, Bang!!! Hum Hum Hum…

After the loud noise, the whole world suddenly fell silent.

It was not that there was no subsequent explosion, but that the prior bang was too intense, causing the eardrums to stop functioning properly. There was only a humming noise in the head, as if a beehive of a thousand horseflies flapping their wings had been stuffed inside.

The fighter plane plunged into the ground like a missile.

It instantly turned into a huge explosion of fire and a mushroom cloud.

A diameter of several dozens of meters, the aircraft broke apart massively, all kinds of metal parts crazily sprinted out from the fire at a speed faster than bullets, destroying the surrounding environment. The air flow hit out like waves, layer upon layer, bringing forth a feeling of intense heat.

“Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh….”

The golden-red flame jumped up and ignited instantly, reaching nearly a hundred meters high. There was a crackling sound within the flame group, as if something was exploding a second time, a series of sympathetic explosions.

If one were to observe carefully…

The place where the fighter plane fell was exactly where Casio had been sitting cross-legged earlier. This was absolutely preposterous!

Is this how the Devil’s Book brings bad luck to its users!?

This was a murder attempt! This was far from ordinary bad luck!

If it were not a fighter plane, it would probably have been a meteorite or something. It was targeting Casio to kill him outright!

In reality, it was mostly Casio’s own fault this time. He was too curious and competitive. He was eager to see how the Devil’s Book would manifest its misfortune in a safe surrounding environment? The fact proved that there are some prices that can’t be avoided with smart tricks, avoiding risk only leads to worse consequences.

The so-called bad luck of the Devil’s Book was achieved through accidents and coincidences created by the environment. So, the danger level of misfortune is linked to the danger level of the nearby environment. If Casio were staying in an urban area like the last time he used the Devil’s Book, he would simply get hit by a car, get buried by a building, or get blasted by an explosion of sewer biogas. Those situations are at most, a period of frustration.

But this time, with the curiosity of research rising within him, coupled with confidence in his strength increase, he chose an extremely safe and stable environment where misfortune could find no opportunity to strike.

He had to forcefully increase the degree of the accident, and forcefully brought out of the clouds a out-of-control fighter plane to blast Casio.

Such a heavy fighter plane diving straight into the ground would be equivalent to a large-mass missile. Even if Casio was a double peak fighter, it was still somewhat dangerous. If he were to get hit directly, he would probably die instantly.

Fortunately, although the bad luck this time was very dangerous, the larger the bad luck was, the larger movement it would cause. So Casio had a reaction time, enabling him to move rapidly away from the crash site.

For the first time, he got out of the range of the core explosion and only suffered peripheral injuries. But even so, he was still hurt.

The fire scattered, the ground got burnt black, green-yellow blades of grass ignited, crackling. Within a radius of fifty meters, only a section of about ten meters long “U”-shaped grassland was left, presenting a green color. Under the sunlight, a silhouette stood in front of the grassland, wearing clothes that were on fire.

That 2.5-meter silhouette had his fists together in front of him, blocking his chest, neck and face like a city wall. His tough skin was torn apart and there were sporadic wounds on his muscular arms. Though few in number, they were all deep cuts.

Bright red blood seeped out and dripped from his elbow.

“What a powerful force, did that fighter jet carry a large amount of gunpowder ammunition?” Casio slowly lowered his hands and deeply inhaled the air that carried the scent of gunpowder. At the same time, the 4-meter phantasm of the demon idol that had been bending over and extending both arms as a meat shield, collapsed instantaneously. The black qi dissipated.