The Godsfall Chronicles

Four exorcisms, colliding violently, dripping smoothly.

The two had the same routine, and the rubble splashed all over them, making it difficult to separate the wins and losses.

Snake's magic apparatus is really weird, and the mirror creator is perfect, whether it's speed, power, combat ability, even combat style, or even magic apparatus ability, all perfectly replicates a cloud eagle, which is simply creating another cloud eagle.

The cloud hawk knew the snake was not weak, but his hand shook him.

How could there be such a powerful thing in this world?

Aren't snakes invincible when they're strong?

He can replicate a silver moon when he encounters a silver moon. He can replicate a red moon when he encounters a red moon. He can replicate a starlight when he encounters a starlight. How can anyone beat him?

No, no, no!

That's impossible!

Ultimately, this ability is the ability of the magic apparatus. After all, the magic apparatus is a weapon controlled by a hunter. The power of the magic apparatus is entirely determined by the power of the hunter. The cloud hawk really doesn't believe that a snake can replicate everyone perfectly, and he doesn't believe that there is such a powerful, completely unreasonable apparatus in the world.

The Mirror Man's legs seemed to rush toward him on a skateboard, holding a demon stick on his left and right, which was excited during the rush, almost simultaneously attacking the Eagle. This mirror is exactly the same as a cloud hawk, but because it is not distracted and absolutely focused, and is not a normal living person at all, and does not have enough physical defects to strike a deadly blow, counterfeit goods are even more capable of fighting than their own.

I can't hide.

Falsification!

The cloudhawk rushed past the two exorcist sticks, and the thick energy penetrated the body, making the cloudhawk almost unsustainable, and the cloudhawk regained its entity and turned around and hit the mirror man with a stick. He knows his abilities very well, so at this point in time, the mirror will mostly also employ a virtual ability to avoid attack, and the stick uses less than 40% of its power to leave room.

Unexpectedly, the exorcism stick hit the mirror firmly. It was knocked out by a stick and fell heavily on the ground. His clothes had been damaged and steamy energy was constantly emanating from his body. He had obviously been traumatized.

Weird.

He's not fictitious?

The mirror looks like a man from head to foot, even a hair and a sweat are like a cloud hawk, the demonic stick in his hand, the shadow cloak on his body is exactly the same, but there is no space monster hanging from his sole chest.

The discovery made the eagle suddenly enlighten.

Snakes can't replicate space monsters.

This mirror reproduction power apparatus, though powerful, clearly has its limitations and cannot be perfectly reproduced 100%.

After discovering this, the cloud eagle immediately arrives with a great deal of confidence, and if the mirror man does not have the space capability, he cannot have the fighting power of the cloud eagle. The mirror man has no emotions, no facial expression changes, his body shakes, and becomes several phantoms. This is the phantom ability of the shadow cloak, mainly the ability to confuse the opponent, which is not a powerful means for the cloud hawk.

“A fake is a fake! ”

“Go to hell! ”

A golden light descended from the sky, and the little weird bird was summoned. It instantly passed through the phantom and hit the mirror body. Although it was dodged by a mirror, the cloudhawk rushed over at this time, and the two exorcists went towards the mirror together.

The mirror man grabbed the exposed blossom of the cloud eagle and sent his hands forward, the exorcist wand penetrated through his body again. The cloud eagle was nothing more than a gesture of camouflage. He came behind each other through the mirror man, his body emptied, his body twisted, his hands put out, the exorcist wand excited, a fierce energy hit the mirror man at the same time.

The mirror man was thrown away again.

This time he was badly injured.

The mirror human body is like a glass product with a large number of tortoises, constantly leaking fog-like energy from the crack, snake copying a mirror man definitely needs to consume power, the mirror man can maintain time and power is definitely limited, when the mirror man is harmed, its energy loss rate is constantly increasing, now even consumption can easily consume it.

Cloudhawks don't waste so much time.

Little weirdo birds continue to attract the attention of mirrors.

The cloud eagle launched an attack, two demon sticks continued to bombard the mirror man, and eventually the mirror man could no longer bear it. His whole body exploded like broken glass into a transparent fragment of the ground, eventually disappearing into the air as if it were snow melting in Chunyang.

“Snake can do it, but I'll see where else you can run! ”

The eagle helps the vulture solve the black man who gets in the way.

The vulture looked at the cloud eagle's complexity. He had a good time with the cloud eagle. If he had the chance to kill the cloud eagle himself, it was just that the vulture did not expect the eagle to become so strong in such a short period of time. Even less did he think of this demon hunter who had killed a member of the dark nucleus, who would actually stand in the dark nucleus camp today to assist in the battle.

The eagle felt that the vulture was still full of hostile eyes, and once again looked at the green scale of its vigilant veterinary warrior. He whispered with disdain and smiled with a full face. He looked like he didn't care, "If you two don't like me, you can come to me any time, but I'm going after that son of a bitch Snake now, so I urge you to stay out of my way and drag my legs. ”

What an arrogant guy.

He said it like he could beat a snake.

If the Dark Nuclei don't come to help, the cloudhawks are mostly running away.

The vulture and the green scales looked at each other and eventually decided to follow them. Although the purpose of the snake was unknown, the man was too dangerous and nothing good would ever happen if he broke into the Dark Nuclear Headquarters.

Snakes strangled a resistant's neck, barely seeing how hard he was pushing, crushing his neck casually, throwing the body to the wall like garbage into a piece of mud.

The ground is filled with the bodies of the resistance.

The Phantom Knife is mounted around the neck of a survivor who is the director of this place and the only one who can open this important warehouse. The director had been intimidated by the brutal and violent means of the group, who had begged for forgiveness and agreed to open the door and lead the way.

When the snake was about to go in, he suddenly sensed something and couldn't help but frown: “This annoying boy is coming after me again, you stop him. ”

The ghost nodded silently, carrying dozens of people in black, stopping and preparing to greet him.

With the rest of them, the snake accelerated and eventually walked into a top-secret storage room. The supervisor opened the thick protective door and eventually came to the center of this storage room. When he saw what was in front of him, the snake's calm and steady eyes finally caught a glimmer of enthusiasm.

A complex, ancient device over two metres tall.

It has a metal housing, very bulky and large.

Snake's secret intelligence had long known that there would be such a thing in the dark nucleus, and countless scientists apparently spent a great deal of effort repairing it, although it looked like it was full of patches, but it could be reused.

The snake was still somewhat suspicious, and he had not seen it with his own eyes. He muttered to himself: “Is this really the thing? ”

It's just a question to ask yourself, who knows if someone really answered.

“Boo-hoo, of course.” There was a series of low laughter, and this voice seemed to be stacked. It was suddenly too close to distinguish the position. The black man looked around vigilantly, and they still could not distinguish the position of the sound. At this time, he continued to say, "It is difficult to trace back to the prehistoric period, the nuclear weapons of human research, the dark nucleus, is called the dark nucleus, precisely because of the stockpiles of such weapons. So far, it's the only thing that's been successfully repaired and activated, and it's only a little big enough to kill millions of humans. ”

The serpent's face revealed a shade of consternation.

Never have I been so cynical to people.

A tall black man appeared in sight, with a pair of scarlet eyes, wrapped around the smell of destruction.

Snake pupils contracted, even a man like him, when he saw each other for the first time, his heart couldn't help but snap a few times suddenly, because it was not anyone in front of him, but a synonym for terror and destruction, but also a powerful and unbeatable synonym - demon!

Snakes are powerful, but not strong enough to defeat demons.

This operation, by no means counted, meets such a powerful presence here.

As soon as the snake reflexed up its hand and shot a crystal ball out of its sleeve, the crystal ball instantly changed from a 3D object to a flat object. It was a giant mirror that had been replicated earlier by a cloudhawk, throwing an energy over the demon.

“The Mirror Crystal is a great artifact that is said to replicate any powerful opponent, as well as the artifact on these opponents, but...”

The demon didn't even move, just gaze at the mirror with admiration and amusement. Strangely, the mirror was always in front of him, but there was no sight of him. When it came to this, he suddenly took a step forward, and the mirror immediately cracked, eventually overburdened, and the whole burst.

The snake was forced to take a few steps back.

His forehead is already sweating.

The devil's strange and cold voice sounds again: "It cannot reproduce instruments of higher quality than its own, nor can you reproduce forces far stronger than your opponent, am I right? ”

Snake's face has become very ugly. Although he has not fought, the victory and defeat have been divided. He knows that he is definitely not an opponent of this demon, but he still tries to calm down and calm down: “Who are you? ”

“My real name is Midori, but the wildlings have given me a nickname... Sadie! ”

When Saddam Heaven spoke here, he gently snapped his fingers, and something in Snake Clothes flew halfway into the sky as if it were spiritual, an ancient book made of metal covers. When the book came back between Sadie and Snake, suddenly the explosion broke apart and countless strands of golden and yellow gravel all returned to the heavenly body.

“Relax, I'll come out and see you, just get your stuff back. As for this nuclear weapon, if you can use it, take it. ”

The snake thought that the action would fail, but it would also take its own life. Never thought that this demon called the Heaven would say such a thing. After saying this, the tall and rugged body, like a wind-dried sand plastic, suddenly dried up and broken apart, gently blown by the wind, suddenly turned into fine yellow sand, like a small piece of sand and dust, drifted away from this place.

A man in black looks at all this: “Boss, do we still have it? ”

Snakes squeezed their eyes and swept around them a few times: "Take it! ”

This thing is too important for him.