Body performance is not the key to victory or defeat
"If you don't take action now, you probably won't have a chance in the future."
When Nian shouted for Xi to retreat, Mostema, who was helping Xi to fight Galatron, turned off the microphone as soon as he finished speaking, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself.
In her original world, the actual destructive power of the gods may not be comparable to that of the so-called monsters, but on the contrary, they also have some abilities to make up for the destructive power.
Just like the wind and snow in Yelagund, like Xi's brushwork, and like the casting of years.
She closed her eyes and crossed her two sticks.
White spoon, rise.
Black lock, fall.
The moment of collision, there was silence.
It was as if even the voice was being strangled. In that frozen time and space, the blood was stirring and the nerves were ringing.
The black lock is the cage engraved on the staff, on his left hand.
The pure white key to open the cage is in his right hand - using the power to tear apart space to unlock the confinement of time, Mostema opened his eyes and stared at the huge claw tip that occupied too much of his field of vision. .
Satan's snake, a pitch-black dragon that has become pale due to the confinement of time, is rediscovering its original color. With howls and roars, it expresses its first thoughts after being freed from the trap:
"Another—! A chance to get me out of trouble!"
The hands of the locks of time that originally bound him faded away one after another, and he looked up to the sky and roared.
In terms of Mastima's personal sense of time, it wasn't even two years since he was last released, but his physical sense is obviously more than that.
He controls time, but is bound by a higher chain of time.
When you are in it, you will only feel the endless length, thousands of years, ten thousand years, or more?
He once thought about how he would vent the emptiness that had no place to be released, and how he would use anger to vent his dissatisfaction with being bound again, but when this moment truly arrived, he could only feel happy.
"Fallen angel, the little girl who inherited the name of Mastema and holds the lock for that bastard master, you need my power, right?"
This is His second sentence.
With a height of thirty meters, pointing at the calm-faced fallen angel with a giant finger that could occupy the field of vision, the fragment of the Satanic Dragon stared at her with the inflated complacency often seen in those who have just experienced great things.
"I think if you linger any longer, you might die here, Mr. Satan." Mastima was helpless, and the key stick in his hand, which still held power even after releasing the prisoner, pointed at Gala in the distance. King Tron.
Seventy meters is really a crushing size for the thirty-meter-tall Black Dragon.
Not to mention that the ten-meter-wide muzzle in his hand was already shining with brilliance, and even in the next second——
boom! ! ! !
"Stop! Arrogant people!!"
The giant beast roared, and tangible air waves roared out from it. The blazing golden beam actually paused for three seconds as if it was frozen in mid-air.
"What?" He completely underestimated the power of the restless energy. Just as the giant beast was about to be wiped off its head by the fifty-meter-high beam, Mastima's headset also heard the sound of someone being seriously injured. At that time, he also tried hard to concentrate his mind and shouted:
"Thunder!"
"Death!"
"Charge!"
The silver thunder column, which was intertwined with the pale glow and the blue of the electric current, whizzed past from the front left, cutting off the blazing golden beam in advance, causing it to explode. At the same time, its launcher heard heavy footsteps. Racing from afar.
The Thunder Killer—the unlucky guy who was knocked away at first regained his breath and wiped the butt of the shameful Black Dragon.
He even sarcastically said in the team channel: "That thing in your stick seems to have failed to recognize the changes in the world."
"Thank you, I think he is awake now." Mostima seemed calm on the surface, but actually broke out in a cold sweat. His smile at this moment was a little more pretending to be relaxed.
"Ahem, if it were my true form, I would definitely be able to stop it. I just forgot that there are only these fragments left."
Satan, who is obviously so big but has an unexpectedly sharp hearing, is still unable to curse his savior. Of course, the more important thing is that the savior doesn't look easy to mess with - he is already taking that step at the moment. The legs as strong as a strong man rushed towards King Galatron.
The lightning claws condensed again, and the Thunder Killer went straight towards King Galatron, who was a head taller than him, and swung his giant claws, but he was also greeted by the opponent's fist covered with a silver-white glow.
Amidst the thumping explosions, the two sides retreated. King Nagaratron only took half a step back, while Thunder Killer took three steps back in a row. His windbreaker-like giant wings also flashed backwards, and there were more gaps in the armor behind him. There are jets of black and white flames intertwined to prevent him from falling backwards and falling to the ground.
"Sure enough, the basic output is far behind. Is there any support?"
At the moment of asking, the V-shaped mouth fired a dark red crescent moon intertwined with lightning, but it was also shattered by the opponent's punch. Omo had to admit the gold content of the three card fusion beasts.
Lightning Killer Cutting was originally a powerful skill, but in the end it didn't even activate the shield.
It can be seen at a glance that the gap between the basic white value is quite wide. If you want to win, you can only use strange tricks. The most obvious one is the clique unique to the arcane system.
Just like the chalk beast that was running towards me at this moment - it was much larger than before, and it seemed to be completely free to absorb the metal substances in the surrounding ruined buildings in order to exert Nian's authority in smelting.
There is a furnace in the sky, and metal is born on the earth. There are beasts like chalk, with belly like a cauldron, the number of which is nine, and horns like red copper. The chalk beast is made of metal. It is similar to the Golden Ancient Bridge and Galathon but completely different. mechanical creation.
The life He was given was not a program, but a soul.
So it looks more like life, and even has long beards and tail manes that are clearly visible.
And the creator who created it still maintained the posture of folding his arms as if he was at ease, standing on top of its head and saying:
"Want support? Here we come!!"
The chalk beast has the characteristics of wind, wind and fire just like its creator. Not only does it come at high speed, but it also gets closer to the attack distance and slashes with the sword blade!
He was easily blocked by King Galatron with his left claw belonging to Galatron:
"Not bad strength. It would be great if you could also become my product."
Unlike the Thunder Killer, who was unable to speak, King Galatron obviously had a normal amplification system, which made it easier for the elf man to speak nonsense.
If you catch someone who can make a monster, then you have to use it as a commodity, right? Omo frowned, and the Thunder Killer sprinted forward at this moment, only to be blocked by the opponent's mechanical cannon arm surrounded by another magic circle.
But this was just a deception, as there was no electric current accumulated on the claws. The real move was to throw out the long tail wrapped around its legs, and dark golden electric current was accumulated on it.
"oh!"
Although it is possible to create metal that can insulate electrical current, who in general would do this? Nian immediately asked the chalk beast to draw its sword and retreat, otherwise it would be a shock.
"Omer Linton, I know you. You also hold very valuable commodities. That's great! I didn't want to find you, but you took the initiative to give it to me."
Come on, for such a powerful beep, King Galatron has also done a pretty good job of protecting against electricity.
What is in the staff of Mostima is still a mystery. The module story and the main plot are not mentioned. There are also many fans who speculate about this. From the perspective of religious background, the author chose one of them, "Satanism" .
Mostima means "malice" and "hate" in Hebrew and "condemner" in Aramaic. It is also described as the angel of disaster, the father of all evil, and the flatterer of God.
It will also instigate mortals to indulge in the pursuit of desires, doing the same job as a certain snake in the Garden of Eden, cutting Satan into dozens of pieces and leaving one of them alone.
From this point of view, it is not an accident that Mastema found the staff, but his recognition and choice to serve the plot.
(End of chapter)
