There is nothing in this world that cannot be solved by a charged dragon roar. If there is, then there will be a few more dragon roars - Siegfried's emotion after awakening the talent of fire power in the wishing world.
The blazing white flames surging between the fangs and sharp teeth turned into a flame vortex with the black dragon's breath, and quickly formed a blazing white fireball in front of her that looked extremely unstable, constantly shrinking and expanding.
After confirming that there were no friendly units within the bombing range, Siegfried guided the expanding plasma fireball.
The giant flesh and blood cocoon fixed on the ground seemed to feel the crisis falling from the sky. The giant flesh and blood cocoon that was originally unable to attack shook and struggled crazily. The earth trembled, and the fleshy towers collapsed under the struggle of the giant flesh and blood cocoon. Countless flesh and blood structures covered the light cone that fixed the giant flesh and blood cocoon like a tide. They spit out corrosive liquids and pollutants, and used the sharp bone blades pierced from their bodies to chop at the light cone that shone with extraordinary light, trying to use this This method destroys the wedge that fixes the giant cocoon, frees the giant cocoon of flesh and blood, and allows it to forcibly emerge to relieve the current crisis.
However, these struggles were in vain.
Because destruction has fallen from the sky!
When the destruction gradually came, the flesh and blood structure seemed to sense something, and at the same time it stopped the futile struggle in its hands. The flesh and blood giants, who had no vision in the first place, twisted the bloated tumors on their trunks with no visible facial features. Facing the sky above.
The sky above their heads has been completely occupied by the giant plasma fireball. The slowly pressing fireball seems to be announcing to them that it is unstoppable and unmatchable.
The landing of the giant plasma fireball was silent at first, and the world seemed to have turned into a silent movie. The fireball fell slowly and silently, quietly evaporating the flesh and blood structures everywhere, and swallowed up the flesh and blood giants similar in size to it. The cocoon is like a nickel ball that has been heated until it turns white and is thrown onto the butter to melt and engulf the surface. Then when nearly one-third of the plasma fireball falls on the ground, it contains The unstable energy finally burst out!
A dazzling light even more dazzling than the sun at noon bloomed, followed by a deafening roar and a devastating hurricane, and a huge, towering mushroom cloud slowly rose.
Siegfried had already risen to a safe height before the plasma fireball erupted and retreated far enough away. Although some surging and wild airflows would inevitably hit her face, they were all blocked by the airflow barrier on her body. Down.
The slender black dragon stared for a long time at the dazzling flash of light below and the slowly rising large mushroom cloud. This scenery should obviously be nothing special, but Siegfried, who was staring at this scenery, felt something strange for some reason. A strange feeling was growing in her heart, and there was a look of intoxication in her eyes that she was not even aware of.
I always feel that there is an indescribable beauty in it...
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Having evacuated to a safe location in the distance, the rebel guards who witnessed the explosion of the giant plasma fireball burst into cheers.
"Captain! We won!!"
"The mother body of disaster has been solved!"
"Long live!"
"We finally defeated her!"
The joy of victory and defeating a powerful enemy temporarily diluted their regret for the victims and the pain of losing their comrades. The survivors cheered and vented their emotions, while the captains of the Rebel Guards and the Pioneers The people stood together and watched the carnival of the elite guards from a distance.
Most of Vincent's body was leaning on his comrades. He was covered in wounds and could only stand with the help of others. Not only him, but other elite guards and several pioneers also had many large and small wounds on their bodies. .
Harland, who was also covered in injuries, walked up to him, patted his shoulder and gave him an ugly smile: "I know you don't agree with this tactic, but anyway... the mother of disaster has been solved."
"As long as the problem is solved, the process and method don't matter..."
"Yeah, it's solved..." Vincent opened his mouth, with thousands of words in his mind to refute what he said, but in the end he swallowed everything he wanted to say.
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At the same time, in a low house somewhere in the city.
"The art is really amazing..." Wu Ming, who stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and protected the entire house with a shield, sighed with emotion as he squinted his eyes and looked at the rising mushroom cloud from a distance, and then turned his attention back to the ball on the table. The flesh and blood that was nailed tightly by a wooden wedge came up - it was a piece of disaster mother's flesh and blood that he had picked up from the battlefield not long ago and the silent wooden wedge used for sealing.
Confusion flashed in Mori's eyes: "You risk your life and come here just to pick up a piece of flesh and blood... What on earth are you doing..."
"I have something I want to prove..." Wu Ming replied without raising his head, and then opened the storage space casually, grabbing out a squirming shadow mist ball, and it didn't know where to go before it wanted to escape. Na conjured up a silent wooden wedge and nailed it to the table. "Morrie, I remember you once said that mobile natural disasters such as the disaster mother body actually have many different forms and aspects, right?"
Mori was stunned by his question and replied without thinking: "Yes, in addition to the meat mountain we saw before and the city of flesh and blood this time, there are also four disaster forms and nightmare forms. In addition, In addition, it seems that she can also transform into a giant spider, a mud monster, etc., and she will choose a different side to come every time. Although there is no rule, a specific side will not always appear, so even the weakest side will appear. It has also appeared four or five times in history..."
Elizabeth, who stared at the squirming flesh and blood on the table, tilted her head and quietly touched the mass of flesh and blood with her delicate hands: "Why do you ask this, brother?"
"I'm curious why the mother body of disaster chooses a different side to descend from every time." Wu Ming reached out and snatched away the mass of flesh and blood and the wooden wedge of silence, leaving Elizabeth to catch nothing. "After all, she can freely choose the side of her arrival. Or do we have to follow some rules?”
"And besides that, there's another thing I'm more concerned about..."
Elizabeth, who failed to grab the snacks, puffed her lips: "What's going on?"
"Brother Fei's dragon roar has been effective twice on the mother body of disaster..." Wu Ming put the ball of flesh and blood and the wooden wedge of silence back on the table, and looked at the stunned Mori aside, "If I remember correctly, , the mother body of disaster is evolutionary, right? If she is injured once, she will not be injured again the second time, and the same attack will have no effect on her... Is that what the Miracle Saint said at the beginning?"
"But actually when we faced Roshan, Brother Fei used Dragon Roar to deal with the Disaster Matrix once, but when we saw the Disaster Matrix again for the second time..."
Elizabeth still couldn't understand the problem, but Mori vaguely felt that he had grasped something: "Those shadow fog masses did not produce resistance as the Miracle Saint said?"
"Yes. That's why I came here to take a look." Wu Ming nodded and threw two balls of golden light in his hand, throwing them on the shadow fog and flesh and blood respectively. In an instant, countless streams of light, data, symbols and formulas were emerged in his field of vision.
This is a new use of reconstruction modules that he has only developed during this period.
By consciously analyzing the underlying data, we can obtain various information about the individual.
Under the processing of the auxiliary device, the emerging data was gradually transformed into a readable pattern, but the contrasting data made Wu Ming frown.
Seeing that his expression was obviously abnormal, Mori couldn't help but asked curiously: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
"We're in big trouble..." Wu Ming looked up and looked out the window in a certain direction, where the elite guards of the Rebel Guards were. "The underlying data sources do not actually belong to the same individual. This result is too great in every sense." It’s so fucking evil, it can’t really be like this…”
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The surrounding pollution is receding rapidly. After the mother body of disaster that transformed into a giant cocoon was completely defeated, the flesh and blood covering the streets has quickly withered and shrunk, and finally turned into a pile of dust and was blown away by the wind. In a square full of ruins. , the elite guards who survived the disaster were celebrating this grand victory with a carnival.
Although the pollution has not completely retreated, the concentration has been reduced to a non-lethal level. Even if their wishes are misinterpreted, they will not suffer much backlash. Therefore, many elite guards have lifted their purification barriers and used wish-making techniques. After healing the wounds all over his body, he made a wish for a lot of alcoholic beverages and delicious food, and then reveled excitedly in this ruined square.
Some people don't care about these victims and are intoxicated by the excitement of victory and witnessing historical achievements. Naturally, there will also be people who care about these lives that passed away quietly.
Vincent did not participate in the carnival of his comrades. He, his Omega unit, and some silent elite guards all sat in a corner of the ruined square after receiving treatment, quietly watching their carnival.
And he himself has been paying attention to the communication messages sent by the command center since the end of the battle.
As the pollution subsided, and he continued to expand the effective range of the purification barrier and proactively established contact with the command center, what could only have been a murmur of noise was transmitted intermittently, and some identifiable messages were also transmitted. However, due to the pollution and There is no complete severance of relations, and most of the incoming messages are intermittent messages.
"Call... the Rebel Guards... command center..."
"……It's us……"
"The disaster mother's response has been..."
"Sent from the City of Fantasy..."
Gradually, the intermittent information that could not be connected into sentences finally became a complete message after being repeated again and again.
Vincent's expression gradually became stunned and unbelievable.
"Calling all the rebel guards! Asking for support! Asking for support! The command center was attacked! It was our fault! The response of the Disaster Matrix has spread all over the world! Utopia City has sent for help! The Disaster Matrix has invaded underground!"
"All rebel guards immediately support Utopia City! This is an order!"
