Nyxphia La Sprigoran is the name that represents her branch and race. She has a lot of memories since she was born, and she also has her own thinking. Everything about her is asexual reproduction from previous generations.
It has been passed down, but there is no memory of the family, because the reproduction of her race is more similar to the process of cell division. When the reproduction begins, it means the disappearance of the previous generation. And the offspring inherit everything of the previous generation.
Although most of the same race would go their separate ways after the split, that would weaken them and it would take time to become stronger again, which would increase the risk of perishing in the struggle of this world, so Nyxphia chose to eat the other half immediately, although
There was also the risk of being eaten back, but the facts proved that she won. This allowed her to live more securely and strengthen herself.
By analogy, before she officially gives birth to offspring, as long as she is not killed, her lifespan will not end. She has a different lifestyle from the dryads and beast-bodied quadrupeds in her team this time. She can live as she pleases, as long as she is not killed.
Just provoke the dragons, giants, undead and those brought by the "Hundred Years Aftershock". Whatever she wants and what she likes, she just needs to get it. The opinions of other inferior creatures are not important.
After all, the rules set by inferior creatures cannot be binding in the laws of the jungle.
Dragons like to collect treasures and ignore the lives of lower creatures; giants will be self-reliant, but they will also dominate more territory; the undead directly hate life; the existences brought about by the "hundred-year aftershock" have even directly conquered the world.
A group that destroys the world.
Therefore, although Nyxphia is recognized by many national organizations and races as a disaster whose identity has not been caught, she does not feel that she appears evil in any way. She is just fulfilling her own demands normally.
Her home was on the outskirts of the sanctuary that was affected by world-class items, so she was made a citizen of Titania on that day. After that, she never indulged herself again, not realizing that her actions were harmful to the outside world.
How evil, but when I think about seeing those existences and their deeds, I feel that my past life was vain and meaningless.
Precisely because we are all extremely abnormal fairies in a certain sense, we can listen to the words of those fairies. What’s the point of being satisfied by destroying everything that looks shiny and beautiful? Don’t we have to pursue something more real? Same.
Being an abnormal fairy clan, she had a fantasy about the world in the eyes of those high-ranking fairies.
She hasn't enjoyed this life enough and hasn't seen what is behind the fog of fantasy! How can she really fall?
"Damn it, don't let the revolving lantern appear at this time. I heard the upper elf said that this is the star of death——"
At this moment of unwillingness, she approached other enemies.
Unfortunately, there are only two fighting ghosts left. They have been resurrected many times and suffered huge losses. They relied on drugs to fight forcefully. There is no time to move carefully and choose to kill the strongest enemy.
I'm so reluctant, but this is the last chance for guerrilla hunting.
Choose someone as close as possible who can reduce the enemy's combat power, and that's him——
"Poof!" The floor boss who was holding a huge eighth-level thunder magic was killed by the knight gun pierced from his body.
His personal level is only level 70. The reason why he can serve as a floor boss is that he can exert 10 levels of combat power in his home field, and he brings a lot of ordinary guards to act as human shields, and the death of the human shields can also promote him.
Restoring mp by yourself is quite tricky.
However, as long as you are still a human race, as long as your weapons are stronger than your body, destroying your internal organs from within your body will always kill you instantly.
The uncontrolled explosion of magic also cleared away a group of lower-level ordinary guards in an instant.
However, it was already fragile, because the enchanting magic had been relying on the magic power to stick together and maintain its shape. At this moment, it fell apart and shattered like glass.
Now, the weapons that can normally kill the enemy, except for the one in Kratt's hand, are gone, and even the captured items have been used up.
After a few seconds, all the war ghosts were unable to reappear.
The terrifying storm of double-sword whirling slashes suddenly strikes!
Nyxphia instantly raised her hands and stretched out her arms to grab the ceiling, then shrunk and nailed her to the ceiling where there was no gap. She watched helplessly as Krat activated [Non-Fall Fortress] and [Super Strengthened Skin].
He was still blasted away and hit into the corner with Doriad behind him.
Then, the storm summoned by magic struck, and she had no way to escape, so she could only expand her body and gain weight to resist. Although she was not fatally injured, the harsh storm still caused great impact injuries to her, and she was rolled into the wall.
, the storm flattened her, and continued to flatten her even further until it stopped.
It was like a classical cartoon, like a piece of paper falling from the wall. Kratt, who was bleeding profusely, and Doriad, who was unconscious after a sudden blow due to excessive use of magic, said with a sad face and a smile: "Ah,
Are you guys OK?"
Already, I can’t think of any other language.
"Hey, this time, the fight was... really enjoyable." Kratt grinned and tried to stand up using his halberd as a crutch. As a powerful warrior, he wanted to fight until the fire of life was extinguished.
However, the enemy's first target is not them.
It was a guy who was always present but idle in the car. Although there were two inexplicable undead people in the car for some reason, the orders from above were followed as if they hadn't been seen. Anyway, it didn't take up much space and weight.
What stood out was a woman with silver hair, brown skin, and a white bandage dressed as a mummy.
"Ah! Let me make it clear in advance that I am not completely helping you." Nephthys said to the few who were about to die behind him, with a teardrop shed from the corner of his eye.
"Hehe, hehehe, hahahahaha..." Nyxphia couldn't help laughing.
As a native of this world who is also a top-notch magic caster, he should have discovered that these two races should be immortal people, and how distorted existence itself is, a distortion that even those who face the "hundred-year aftershock" will not feel
.
How to get them to help without irritating them? I racked my brains and finally gave up. But why now? Do we have to wait for the revolving door to pass?
Nephthys looked at the enemy who immediately targeted her, and whispered: "This place is just what it looks like. From the beginning of its creation, the idea has been wrong, or is this twisted mistake intentional?
I will peel back the gorgeous skin to show you the truth. If you can be inspired, it will be a blessing for you."
The jewel-like tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Neither side could understand what Nephthys had done, but they understood the consequences, that is, the Labyrinth Guard side - was greatly strengthened!
It's just that these enhanced powers are directed towards themselves.