The Godsfall Chronicles

The cloud eagle was frozen by the ice and snow, instantly unconscious.

Winter returns to unpredictable snow power, and Ice and Snow Wing sighs are even more powerful. The power that sprays out of the gun can freeze the target instantly because the freezing speed is too fast to temporarily hold the freezer's life. However, the body organs are in a state of shock, all physiological activities and thoughts are close to stagnation, and the ice-coverer falls into a hibernating state of sleep.

This state can survive in the natural environment for 24 hours, unless special methods or winter snow personally lifts the ice seal, after 24 hours, people will no doubt die whether thawed or not.

In addition, under this icy state, there is no way to resist, reflexes, action and thinking will disappear, and even with great skill, it is not possible to break up the ice and jump out of it. Besides, a cloud hawk is locked in the most heavenly defensive death row in Sky Cloud City?

But the cloudhawk is distinctly different from the average person. At the moment he is frozen, his skin automatically tightens, his organs are irritated, and some kind of automatic defense mechanism is activated to resist complete shock, eventually preserving a hint of life. When the cloudhawk was locked up in the dungeon for four or five hours, some factor in the blood started to work, allowing the nearly clotted blood to flow slowly, and the heart beat slowly less than twenty times a minute. He now asks the question approaching cold-blooded animals, replacing it with normal human body shock. It's okay. If there is no complete shock, the bioenzymes and metabolic system in the body are completely disrupted, and I'm afraid it won't take a few seconds to die.

The cloud hawk didn't die, he survived.

Cold!

It's cold!

The cloud eagle was frozen and thought began to function. The cold feeling seemed to emerge in his soul. He could not feel the presence of his body. He lost his hearing vision and could not even breathe. The black abyss of endless pain covered the body of the cloud eagle, causing him to feel despair and fear.

This body has recovered from the ice, demonstrating beyond the horrific survival and adaptability of the mutant beast: but it's not a good thing to wake up now, because there's no way out of the ice, the limbs are stiff and unconscious, and the ice is solid as steel.

Winter is snowing, you son of a bitch! If I escape, I'll tear you to pieces!

The cloud hawk was unwilling to walk thousands of miles. He finally came here. He hadn't taken a good look at the city yet. He was actually set up by the mean-spirited little man who returned to snow in winter.

The Eagle trusts the Silver Moon.

Silver Moon would never hurt him.

His heart beats faster, his blood flows faster, and his suffocation feels stronger.

Now it's hard for any manipulator to work, and the only thing you can count on is this weird stone in the chest.

Cloud eagles are now in a similar position to when they were locked up in the Roast lab, so if they were able to activate the power of the rocks across the space, they might be able to escape from the dungeons. He began to close his eyes and try to recall what was happening.

Empty!

Empty!

The brain is completely empty!

The cloud eagle's body is getting colder and the blood flowing through his veins is getting hotter, which is a phenomenon of gradual physical recovery, but he has no time to worry about these issues. His mind is rapidly gathering and hitting, and eventually he is in a state of complete emptiness.

The whole world is gone.

But the uniqueness has not disappeared.

The cloudhawk listened to the melody emitted in the monstrous stone, and this abstract melody sounded louder and louder, eventually as if countless rays of light had gathered, and finally as if it were a thin string of beating belts that made up something luminous, which seemed like a door, a strange door.

The door suddenly opened.

The light coming out of it seemed to devour and replace the whole world in an instant.

These prison guards will be surprised to find that the strange sculpture of the chest in this single cage is as bright as a sparkling star, revealing an ancient and pale smell from it.

The cloudhawk came to a strange place.

Surrounded by turbulent black oceans.

From the bottom of the ocean it is as if sleeping an ancient and powerful will.

The cloudhawk knows that everything he sees now is a fantasy, it is all an illusion of a monster's projection into consciousness. The black ocean is the spiritual power that the former master of the monster sealed in the monster in some unknown way. Only the cloudhawk can resonate with these spirits and make them his own power, it is from the inheritance of the former owner of the monster.

Now these spiritual forces are awakened again.

The eagle sat down on a black ocean tray with surprises, and as the eagle concentrated again, the surrounding black ocean began to form a vortex from which a fierce force was unleashed. The cloud hawk knew that the process was very painful, but it was able to effectively improve its power. Now the cloud hawk has learned very deeply about the weak and small sorrow, so even if the headache is cracked, even if it is a thousand knives, he must endure it.

In the midst of the turbulence of the black ocean, there are obvious signs of evaporation.

This time, the cloud eagle has persisted long enough to gain more harvest from this spiritual ocean than the previous two times combined. When the cloud eagle reaches its limit and returns to reality, he just feels that the spirit is unprecedented. He even feels that he can perfectly grasp the wave veins of the monster, so release the spiritual system, only to be able to release the power of the monster.

Come on, come on!

Cloudhawks are dying.

The monster blasts a ray that cannot be observed by the naked eye.

Instead of projecting out, these rays are injected into the surrounding space, as if some kind of energy were being instilled in the space, allowing the surrounding space to form a force field that the naked eye cannot discern. The light flashed and there were numerous cracks on the surface of the ice, and the human contours had disappeared.

The cloud hawk enters a strange world, with no light, no darkness, no matter, no energy, lots of fluctuating lines, some linear, some closed loop, every fluctuation and bounce makes a strange sound like a string, and it bounces like a rubber band all the time.

Hundreds of trillions of strings came together and eventually reconstructed everything in the world.

What's going on?

The cloud hawk had already had several experiences with the use of monstrous jumping spaces, he thought he would jump into other spaces as he had done a few times before, but the cloud hawk found that he had stopped in a world that looked like a virtual illusion, and that the different space channels had not opened, and he saw that it was still the real world, and if he gave a less appropriate metaphor, the current state was that if he jumped one dimension into the other, the cloud hawk would jump out of zero point five dimensions, half his foot would span the existing space dimension, and the other half would remain in the existing space dimension, in the middle of the space dimension.

Or so.

The cloud eagle is now in a semi-permeable state, and he feels like he's losing gravity, and he uploads an exclusion from the ice that seals his body like a polar magnet, letting his body float out of the ice, and the whole person floats in the air like a stationary balloon.

“What's going on? ”

Cloud eagle seemed to float in space, limbs waved and grabbed. When his hand touched the wall, cloud eagle found it very frightening. He did not feel the physical feeling, because the moment his hand collided with the wall, his entire finger passed through the wall, but was immediately bounced back by the repulsion coming from inside the wall.

The cloudhawk looked at his hand and looked at the wall again.

The finger had just crossed the wall, but there was no physical feeling when it touched. The finger had crossed the wall without any damage. The wall had clearly been crossed by the hand without any damage. The cloud hawk seemed to have never touched the wall.

Can't touch it?

The cloud eagle glanced down at his chest, and the monster still emitted power. His spiritual strength was also rapidly depleting. If the cloud eagle thought about it, he seemed to have some understanding of the situation.

If weird stones are a special manipulator.

So the main function of this manipulator is to cross space, but space is full of uncertainty and randomness, and the cloud eagle has not yet been able to freely receive and distribute that capability, but after absorbing the sea of spirit, his power has been greatly improved, and he has reached the standard of inspiring monsters.

The cloudhawk does unleash the power of the geek, but without the effect of passing through it, it is now technically in a subspace, where everything around it can be seen but nothing can be touched.

That's why cloudhawks can get out of the ice, and if they can get out of the ice, they can get out of the cage. The eagle tried to move forward, his body was losing weight, and he was suspended in the middle of the sky. This made the eagle feel very anxious, and his mental strength was being consumed more and more. If he didn't want to find a way out, he couldn't escape.

That's right!

Cloak!

The cloud hawk starts the shadow cloak again, and the shadow cloak has an accelerating effect, allowing him to move in this weightlessness situation as long as he can borrow a little bit.

The simultaneous activation of both artifacts consumes a great deal.

The cloudhawk had to fight for seconds, like a swimmer, his legs moving with one hand, like a fish running straight against the wall. When the cloud eagle's head hit the wall, he felt no physical impact under the cover of a space force field emitted by the monster, but felt a resistance that seemed to hit similar balloons.

“Oh, shit! ”

The cloudhawk stopped when his head was stuck in the wall and the rest was still out there, and he panicked and danced, and it looked ridiculous. Cloud eagles feel an additional resistance as they penetrate the wall, caused by the metal wrapped around the exterior of the wall.

Cloudhawks seem to understand the limitations of crossing walls.

Although the cloudhawk has slightly deviated from the surrounding material space by virtue of its weird rock power, and therefore does not come into direct contact at the material level, these substances compress the upper and lower dimensions in space, the greater the mass, the denser the density and the stronger the energy, the stronger the resulting compression.

Cloudhawks don't have any effort to penetrate the air, but they obviously have a lot more effort to penetrate the walls, and this resistance is even greater when cages are built through metal. Because the metal density is greater than the rock and the air, the cloud eagle almost uses milk gas, and he finally drills out of the cage.

“No... I can't, I'm dying! ”

The cloud hawk felt uncomfortable, as if it was about to be suffocated, and now it was consuming so much that he couldn't hold on for a few seconds. When the eagle came out of the cage, he found himself surrounded by sky cloud warriors, and the eagle shook in front of his mother, all of whom could not see the eagle.

This is not the time to care.

Let's get out of here!

The cloud eagle was like a man about to drown, his limbs swung up in ridiculous exaggeration, his body hit the ceiling violently, and his rapid deceleration seemed to fall into a bubble, but he eventually wore it out of the ceiling.

That's great!

The cloudhawk feels so good!

That's a big move through the wall!

This is definitely a great move to set people on fire and steal from them. No matter how heavily defended, he can get in and out of the land like no one else. There is hardly any cage in the world that can hold a cloud eagle.