The Godsfall Chronicles

The white-haired man is confident that unless he has the protection of his lawful body, he will bear the brutal blow directly, even the hunter cannot stand up, and now this guy not only stands up and does not appear to have been badly injured, it is too subversive to try.

The body of a cloud hawk has begun to change.

This change was unheard of in the wilderness, his skin became red as if it had been roasted, surrounded by silk and flesh-eyed steam, as if the entire body were a high-speed steam engine. In addition, many black scales of mutant tissue appeared on the cloud eagle, initially painted black pupils completely turned dark gold and surrounded by blood filaments representing bloodthirsty violence.

Momentary variation?

Evolvers in the field of deformation?

The giant swordsman does not believe in evil. He has invaded the wilderness for so many years. He has not seen any mutants. As for the rare strange and unethical creatures, he has also been taught a lot. In this situation, he cannot be timid first. Otherwise, the momentum will be lost first, and he will go straight through with an arrow. Whatever demon monster he may be, just cut to death with a sword on the spot.

The giant sword Dahan raised his sword, his body emptied out, fell from top to bottom, and cut it off toward the head of the cloud eagle. He wanted to see if the young man really had a body with a knife gun, and he also wanted to see if the young man really couldn't kill himself.

The cloud eagle became a slight glitter of dark gold.

Blood filaments in both eyes are more dense and almost completely filled with red.

His right hand was close to the ultimate lift, and he grabbed the blade and pinched it in his hand.

A loud bang!

With a layer of air running around, everyone can feel the power, but the statue of the cloud hawk stands motionless, and the arms become pitch black with a strong, metal-like cold light.

This enormous sword blade was held in his hand by his death, and a ray of blood came down the blade.

The wind is fine, even the giant sword man, even the cloud eagle himself stays, because this move is purely a conditional reflex subconscious movement, the cloud eagle without any legal force, can grasp even a sword that can be cut off by hand, right hand is only slightly injured, one finger is not broken.

What's wrong with this finger alienation?

The cloud eagle looked at himself as dark as his right hand felt familiar. He had a distant memory popping up in his head. When he met Sadie in the wilderness, he was impressed by the appearance of the demon race. Even heavy sniper guns could not cause any damage. Now look at the similarities between his right hand and him.

White-haired men show their horror.

Flesh body, hard cut.

This occurs either in the top martial arts, because the martial arts master the skills of power in any part of the world, and can therefore release the power to cushion the offset at the moment of contact, or in highly evolved super mutants, who are no longer considered human beings and whose bodies are strong enough to transcend ordinary life.

What does he belong to?

Click.

The sword is broken!

The grey-haired man retreated in panic.

The cloudhawk clamped a half-cut blade in his hand, suddenly pointing a bullet at each other, the white man hurriedly laid the broken blade in front of his chest, the half-cut blade over the broken blade, large pieces of metal together burst into pieces, the white man seemed to have been bombed, shock wounded backwards on the spot, and countless pieces sprayed around like bullets.

This situation had to be dealt with by the drifting wind.

He lifted his left arm, tattooed stripes glowing, releasing some energy from his arm, instantly locking all the debris, he drew a large circle in front of his eyes, and the irregularly fired debris seemed to be drawn by magnets, all gathered in front of the drifting wind, interwoven to compress each other and eventually turned into a piece of iron.

Boom.

Hit the floor.

The grey-haired man fell on the ground and began to retreat with his chest covered, just full of horror and horror.

It's not a man, it's a monster.

The cloud eagle glanced coldly at the other people in the room, all facing each other. The young man, although seriously injured, was still a fierce killer of all sides.

What is the potential for life?

This is a question that no one can answer.

From simple to complex, from weak to powerful, in endless years, the miracle of life evolves from place to place every minute, every second inadvertently.

The cloud eagle now completely understands that its physique is unusual. It just wasn't obvious how it used to behave before. Now each cell is madly mutated and evolved in the transformation of the intruder. Most importantly, it awakens some kind of gift that is innate but always latent during the infiltration of the intruder.

This gift has always existed.

The power of Yamazaki has been hidden deep in the body and requires an opportunity to awaken.

When cloudhawks were young, they didn't get sick when they were living in the wilderness with the old man, and they rarely got infected or had other symptoms. If these conditions are not obvious and can be explained by a more robust and healthy body, then what happens afterwards cannot be reasonably explained.

When you get space monsters.

Cloud eagles possess strong resilience and balanced evolutionary talents, as well as fierce abilities similar to those of some wildlings. Later, as the cloud eagle's vision grew, he gradually understood the nature of this ferocious ability. In the process of using fanaticism, the cloud eagle is actually stimulating the body to produce a stronger power process. This ability is the prototype of the true strength of the warrior, so each time the cloud eagle is activated, it will greatly improve the speed of power.

Now it's a coincidence.

The cloud eagle's body potential is further awakened.

At this moment, the cells that make up the body, each moving like an engine, release powerful kinetic energy in the process, allowing every punch and every foot to volatilize and spray power that is unimaginable to ordinary people, burning and even steaming, the blood seems to be about to boil, in fact, is an upgraded version of the ability to frenzy under the stimulus of the intruder.

It's just that the engine power is stronger, and fuel is needed to maintain it.

The energy of a cloud eagle's body cannot sustain this power, and the end result is overdrafting and burning life. If this continues for a long time, the body may age rapidly, eventually causing irreparable losses.

In addition, the intruder's relationship leaves the eagle in a state of extreme instability. He suspects that his body will collapse at any moment, and that this battle will never last, and he must control it or it will be unthinkable.

Yamazaki had no idea what was going on.

It just feels like the eagle is getting hot.

This is by no means a good phenomenon.

When Yamazaki couldn't help but wonder what to do, the cloud hawk machine suddenly put her down, kicked a dagger from the ground, lay in front of the delicate neck, and said to the runaway wind: "Get out of the way or you'll kill her! ”

Out of the wind and the sawdust are all stupidity.

And the eagle answered directly, "She's the only one who knows where the valley is and can open it. Say," If I fix her, aren't you going to basket the water? "”

Everyone's face has changed dramatically.

This kid wants to burn jade stones!

"I know you very well, and you're not going to do that. ”

“That's what you don't know enough about me.” Eagle breathing gradually steadily, body temperature is dropping rapidly, body phase is gradually returning to normal, he feels a strong dizziness, but with a strong spirit, he says: "I did not do this thing to my detriment, and it will not be the last time. ”

It doesn't look very nice to be out of the wind.

Whatever happens to the cloud eagle, he always has the strength in his bones. If he completely pisses him off, he can't do anything stupid that damages 3,000 enemies. The cloud eagle seemed to be very impotent and unwary. In fact, the bones were very stiff. Once he was rushed, I'm afraid he might not be able to do it.

The drift wind is working on a solution.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt his body tremble, his face slightly changed, looking back at the camp, only to see a beautiful figure, dragging a gorgeous sword to kill.

“What's going on? ”

Leaving the wind close eyes and carefully perceived, he only found the black brake lying on the ground, convulsed and difficult to move. His body was covered with sword wounds, and each deep sword wound was filled with white light, making it difficult to heal. Originally, the Holy Light Sword of the Silver Moon of the Cloud had a cure for such a dead waiter. The dead waiter could hardly be killed by any means. However, the wounds caused by the sole Holy Light Sword are difficult to heal. The Undead Dark Shah is no longer capable of fighting.

Xiyunyin Moon landed next to the cloud eagle, reached out and grabbed, lifted two people, jumped out of the surrounding area, and threw out a sword with one hand. Three or four people who didn't know they were alive were cut off by her on the spot.

A few people broke through smoothly.

The ghost boy said, “Go after him! ”

The drifting wind shook its head: “Don't chase it yet. ”

Why don't you go after the ghost boy when he shows his grievance? This woman obviously lacks much power. As for the young man, even if he is weird, he is in a very precarious state. With his hands now, he may not be able to solve it.

Leaving the wind and watching the three of them gradually go away, his eyebrows had wrinkled together, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally sighed: “The Black Shah is almost depleted after the Red First World War. He was also created by the woman's optical artifact. He can no longer fight. With my knowledge of clouds and eagles, he will not give the woman to the divine domain. We will save her strength before we say... Besides, there is one important thing to do. ”

Old drunkards have also left their bodies.

Swallow Tiger looks at the end of the war, and the camp is full of gloomy faces.

A figure came along, exactly the youth of the reckless band. He wrapped the bandage around his left hand, looked at the man with a careless attitude, and opened the door directly to the mountain and said, "This failure is just a lost opportunity for us, but for you to offend Red One, is there any room for you in the wilderness? ”

“Are you here to laugh at me? ”

“No, on the contrary, I want to help you. ”

Swallow Tiger closed his eyes and looked at this young man who was only 20 years old or younger. He had long seen that, although the leader of the reckless band was a powerful black brass in name, it should actually be this young man who had the right to speak. He did not know why, but he could manage such a team at a young age, and this young man would never wait for his life.

In a seemingly plain tone, the wind said, "Now you have only one way to go, which is to join us. ”

Swallow Tiger's face changed suddenly, and then there was anger on his face.

“Don't hesitate to say no, I don't think your brain would have thought of the key.” The exodus was calm, as if it had no persuasive meaning, but merely stated a basic fact: “All you have to do is become a member of the Reckless Legion, and we will unite our forces, and Red One will have to be brazen and trivial, and only then will you have a chance. My invitation has been issued and it is up to you to accept it or not. ”

Swallow Tiger is a deeply motivated and intelligent man.

When he weighed the pros and cons carefully, he found that he had no way back.

Ultimately, the decision had to be made.

This day.

The identity of the Bishop of the Judgment was revealed.

This day.

Swallow Tiger accepted the invitation to become a member of the Reckless Legion.

The true identity of the Judicial Church, once made public, will inevitably trigger a wave, and the merger of the two wilderness forces of Tung Fish City and Reckless City will add a variable to this chaotic world.

Dusk, the drifting wind stood on the sand slope, the wind blew out his hair, his eyes full of exhaustion and complexity, and he did not know when such a life would end. But there are paths that, once taken, cannot be turned back and are destined to go only one way to the dark.

“I'm just trying to help you. ”

He looked at the end of the desert, looking in the direction of Tianyun City.