Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 881

[Chapter 880 Heart burst]

The sound of cracking eggshells sounded in the shadow of the bronze bell, and

under the helmet, Michael’s eyes suddenly burst into flames.

Om——

The cross sword was burning, completely shattering the bronze bell shadow, and the

four wings fanned the wind behind Michael, carrying her into the air, overlooking the battlefield.

In the eyes of other players and observers, Michael, who was emitting endless light and heat, was as dazzling as a small sun, and the dark floor space was illuminated as bright as day.

“…”

After thinking for a short while, Michael swung his sword towards the barren lion.

The sword of flame soared more than 200 meters in mid-air, and under the sacred flame, whether it was a rock pillar or a light cannon, everything melted and assimilated.

Boom! ! !

The figurative lion claws formed by the condensation of the demon flames hit the sword of flame, and the

air was repeatedly compressed, folded, and twisted, and finally formed a mighty shock wave visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

The ant king, hypochondriasis and others were directly blown away by the shock wave

. The side of truth, whose spiritual power was severely depleted, and Hohenheim flashed to the rear in time, watching from a distance

. The phantom of the black sails in suspension released its strange power, resisting the howling wind,

Su Nisheng hung her hands by her side, and a hemispherical barrier was raised in front of her, blocking all the shock waves that flew away and the heat that burned the ground.

The wild lion and Michael’s flames are completely opposite in nature.

The former devours energy and freezes everything around it into ice,

while the latter scorches everything equally.

Whether it is a mortal body, a metal stone, or an energy barrier created by other types of extraordinary power, as long as it is touched by the sword of flame, it will burn and melt.

The two forces competed against each other, and in the end, the Sword of Flame was still superior. The lion’s claws condensed from the demonic flames

trembled violently in midair.

Assimilated by the sword.

“Huh?”

Michael’s voice sounded under the helmet, the lion’s claws were not smashed by her, but the old power was exhausted, the new power was not born, and it collapsed on its own without the replenishment of the demon power.

“…”

She moved her gaze and looked at the wild lion.

At this moment, the rotting flesh and blood on the demon leader’s body was finally relieved. The tentacles stuck on his body kept expanding and squirming

, as if transporting something into the wild lion’s body.

Fascia, muscles, blood vessels grow on it,

covered with a layer of skin.

However, unlike before, the newly grown skin was bluish-black, similar to the tentacles above, and also had spikes, spinous process bundles, and scissor-like fork spines on the surface of the skin.

It looks hideous and ugly, indescribable.

“Roar—”

The severe pain that pierced his soul made the wild lion roar and roar, and

a force completely different from the demon power surged out of his body frantically.

Divine power,

mighty, ferocious and violent divine power, emitting a bluish-black light that is visible to the naked eye and full of ominous meaning,

inexplicably thousands of sharp screams sounded in the air, and the harsh noise made Taihao’s face even paler, and he quickly clapped his hands, The Qilong separated countless clouds, covering the ears of the surrounding companions.

Just hearing the sound, his sanity dropped by more than 400 points…

Taihao’s face was like golden paper, and in the sight of the barren lion, many indescribable phantoms appeared inexplicably, and his vision was gradually distorted and blurred.

God, don’t look straight.

Taihao’s heart was shocked, his eyes narrowed into a gap, he no longer looked at the barren lion, his mind tried his best to clear the hallucinations just now, and shouted: “The ritual of conferring the gods has not been completely completed! Hurry up and interrupt it now!

” –

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and the lost control, who finally got out of trouble, was expressionless, and instantly flashed behind the last gray-robed figure beside the security door, punching through his chest.

boom.

The heart of the gray-robed figure was crushed by the out-of-control blood-stained palm, and the hood was knocked back, revealing his face.

The appearance of the gray-robed man… It is very difficult to describe.

Its skin is blue-gray, its skull is smooth and without edges and corners, its face is slightly flat, its red and cloudy eyeballs are protruding, and its sharp nose protrudes forward like an ocean swordfish. There are sharp barbs on both sides.

On the edge of the neck, there are light-colored gills, which vibrate constantly,

revealing bright red gills with sharp needles.

The face covered with transparent mucus looks like some kind of humanoid fish creature.

Looking at this face, it is easy to think of adjectives such as ugly, evil, low intelligence, only biological instinct without morality.

This is not based on discrimination in terms of race, culture, or individual appearance, but a strong sense of sight, just like the first impression of superhumans on species such as goblins.

The only remaining grey-robed figure, or amphibian murloc,

has its heart crushed,

and reddish blood is constantly flowing from its gills, mouth and nose,

but its chant has not stopped, its

flat fish lips. In the middle, he continued to spit out murky, obscure, evil whispers.

sizzle-

Losing control expressionlessly, with a little force on his hands, he tore the amphibian murloc into two pieces, threw it on the ground, and threw the mucus on his palms at will—the liquids seemed to have a corrosive function, eroding the soil out one by one. Shallow pits, but failed to penetrate the runaway skin.

The whisper of the gray-robed man finally stopped,

but in the dark space below the security door, a more high-pitched scream sounded.

“The ritual has reached the last stage,” the

wild lion’s right eye socket did not grow an eyeball, but gave birth to a blue-black tentacle,

which shrouded in his own divine power, staring at the surrounding players, enduring In pain, he said with a grim expression: “Exchange of flesh and blood, transmission of divine power, fusion of spirit and soul, control of will.

Did you hear it?

Its cry.”

[End of this Chapter]