Zorobato tilted his head, and then pointed slightly downward. In just a moment, the violent wind on the sea below became more and more manic dozens of times. The sea surface under the night sky became manic and restless, with ups and downs.
There were waves of wind.
The wind, mixed with the fishy smell of the ocean and the white sand on the beach, was like five or six powerful drill bits heading towards Gelsemium.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the night with a sparse moon and stars suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and the surrounding air seemed to be given life, trembling with regular fluctuations.
Those tangible winds are the symbol of Sorobato's power as a mythical species.
The clothes on Gelsemium's body were rolled up wildly, and his slightly raised golden dagger looked so small in front of the overwhelming power. Even if the perspective was zoomed in to his whole body, it looked as if he was in front of those winds.
As weak as a candle in the swaying wind.
"Are you going to seek revenge with your medical skills?"
Zorobato waved his hand indifferently, and the tornado instantly penetrated the entire coast, splashing tens of meters of sand and dust on the ground. The caves carefully constructed by the snake people also melted together with the penetrated cliffs.
It was a pile of ruins and was swallowed up by the raging waves in an instant.
But what surprised Zorobato was that the whale man jumped up from the ground extremely dexterously and avoided a long distance. His speed was not very fast, but his huge power could not be ignored.
None of his clothes were damaged.
But the problem is that the tornado just now cannot be avoided by beings below the mythical level.
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. Zorobato understands this truth better than anyone else. What's more, this guy's wife is a psychotic woman whose destructive power cannot be resisted even by her own body...
Tigers and cats can't be born in the same nest, so Solobato went all out from the beginning.
But is this blow still empty?
Gelsemium didn't even seem to be breathing, but after seeing nearly one kilometer of the surrounding coastline begin to collapse and collapse, he still took a breath of contentment and sighed to Sorobato,
"Is this the power of the mythical species? Even the most ordinary angels in the sanctuary are like this. No wonder my wife said at that time that you were about to tear apart the seabed when you forged the holy object. Today, when I see it, it is indeed well-deserved."
"..."
Zorobato ignored the opponent and did not make another move, but his originally neutral body suddenly began to become stronger. At this moment, the halo on his head also stood up and stood upside down behind his head. Behind him
The pair of illusory wings also spread out suddenly, extending about seven or eight meters in the night sky.
Immediately afterwards, the white robe on his body slipped off little by little, revealing the strong muscles on his body that were made of ceramic material, and dozens of gospel relics shining with golden light slipped out from the white robe.
To be honest, unlike the elves who simply use various powers of destiny and myth, the races that are keen on forging are not mostly weak magicians. They are good at both forging and using them, especially holy objects in combat.
This can also explain why the Archangel Michael of the fifth day is in charge of both war and forging, but they live in distant space, and few can face the angels with full firepower.
But Gelsemium is not included in this list, because his wife Scrophulariaceae was injured by this guy before.
He still frowned, opened his mouth in confusion and murmured,
"Something's wrong, why can he change gender so quickly?"
But Zorobato didn't seem to hear his question. He just held a scarlet spear next to him expressionlessly, and then raised his hand. Countless weapons and sacred objects next to him shot towards him like shooting stars.
Falling away with Gelsemium.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
In mid-air, in the tiny holes of Gelsemium, countless scarlet gospels in the sky suddenly bloomed, heading towards Gelsemium to cover the sky and the earth.
There are holy objects that tremble and emit harsh screams that impact the soul; there are holy objects that absorb the life force around them to increase their lethality; there are holy objects that continuously grow threads of bleeding flesh, blocking the possible escape route of Gelsemium...
The moment those dozens of holy objects fell to the ground, the entire ground was splashed with extremely high dust as if it had been hit by a cannonball. And just when Gelsemium, whose face changed slightly, was just about to lightly prepare to escape, the top raised
Zorobato, who was holding a spear, had already tapped the weapon and appeared behind Gelsemium like light.
"Hoo ho ho!"
Countless winds roared in an instant. When Zorobato turned around and slashed, the huge force even pushed the weapon to spin out. But in the next moment, he had already pulled it out and it had fallen on the ground next to him.
The other holy objects on the body then slashed wildly at Gelsemium.
Driven by the intense gospel and his stronger body, Zorobato whined every time he cut the ground, just like a tornado sweeping across the desert and sweeping up all the yellow sand in the desert towards the ocean.
, forming a sand barrier in mid-air that blocked the view.
In the sand barrier that filled the sky with unclear sight, Gelsemium's black and white figure was as erratic as a ghost, moving up and down. Even though the aftermath of the power of the swing began to form, Zorobato did not do it at all.
Feel the hit, it's like hitting the air every moment...
Sorobato's eyes froze for a moment, and the next moment, his steps paused for a moment before he stopped in place. Then he turned around and struck again, whipping up a strong wind and blowing all the sand barriers in front of him to the ocean.
"Kakaka!"
The sound of the surrounding earth collapsing, sinking and colliding could be heard endlessly. All the yellow sand about five to six meters high was blown away and fell towards the ocean. From time to time, the bodies of animals hidden in the yellow sand that had not had time to escape fell from the sky.
Broken pieces...
But when the vision in front of him became clear, the still calm-looking Gelsemium in front of him once again stood there calmly.
He seemed a little curious. He kept looking at Sorobato in front of him and asked,
"I already knew that angels themselves have no mortal gender, but they can choose their gender after birth. If they become male, they will become stronger and more aggressive; if they become female, they will be more delicate.
, you can feel the rules more... But no matter what, this requires a process, but you instantly turned into a male state that is more suitable for fighting. This was not shown in the previous battle with my wife.
come out."
Sorobato raised his eyebrows, and then he inserted the holy object in his hand on the ground. His eyes moved slightly, as if he already knew something.
"I heard that you, a whale-human doctor, can see through the diseases of many patients at a glance. Does this have something to do with your whale-human abilities? In that case, why don't you take a look at my current physical condition?"
Gelsemium smiled bitterly and replied,
"You are a mythical species, you can't..."
"Fart, didn't you treat the Elf King before?"
Sorobato looked at Gelsemium expressionlessly, then he sneered and said to Gelsemium,
"I'm afraid you can't see it, but you can't see it with your current 'body'? I just noticed something weird. It's obvious that your rank and your speed are not enough to support you to deal with my attack.
, but why I still didn’t feel like I was hit... Now I discovered that this is not your real body at all, but more like some kind of strange substance. And all the attacks I just made hit, just because
The nature of this weird substance is why it seems like it was missed..."
Sorobato's cold eyes glanced up and down at Gelsemium at this moment, and then he said jokingly,
"If the material you created to make up your false body really wouldn't be consumed by my attack, I might not have discovered the clues, but couldn't you see that you are now one centimeter shorter than when you first started?
?"
Facing the other party's gaze, Gelsemium touched his head helplessly, gestured up and down, and said,
"One centimeter...your eyes are too poisonous. Can you see through this?"
"So, your true body should be nearby. Let me find your true body. With your life level, I will blow you away and you will be gone..."
After Sorbato said this, he stopped looking at the Gelsemium in front of him. He turned his head and looked around. The tangible wind that symbolized his power spread along the cracked and devastated ground, and in front of him
The Gelsemium also smiled gently without stopping.
He just looked at Sorobato in front of him and suddenly asked,
"Angel Zorobato can completely reproduce the process of me entering the sanctuary to seek revenge on you. It's not surprising that you can see through my tricks at this moment... It's just that since you already know that I went there to seek revenge.
Vengeance, aren't you curious why I think I can seek revenge when I see you? Is it because I love my wife so much, or because I am so angry?"
Upon hearing this, Sorobato quickly turned his head to look at Gelsemium in front of him. His brows furrowed slightly, as if countless thoughts were pouring into his mind, but he couldn't find an answer no matter what.
Fortunately, this was not an unanswered test. The next moment, Gelsemium had slightly raised its hand and pointed it at Sorobato in front of her.
In his gentle smile, Sorobato suddenly discovered that small and almost completely transparent bubbles were emerging from the end of the whale man's fingers in front of him. At this moment, it was still under the moonlight during the full moon season, and under the moonlight
Under the illumination of the sun, colorful splendor appeared on the surface of the bubble...
"Angel Zorobato, that's because you are destined to die when you see me. I came to the sanctuary with poison that can kill you and kill the mythical species. Everything about this body is
It is composed of this poison, and it will decay and deform not because your attack worked, but because the poison entered your body..."
At this moment, as "Gelsemium" raised his hand, everything on his body slowly turned into the transparent bubbles, except for the golden dagger that did not disappear, thus revealing the end of the golden dagger's handle.
Thin golden threads extending from everywhere.
The golden silk threads were suspended in mid-air, forming a three-dimensional vein without flesh, skin, and bones, and the poison just now was attached to these golden veins to form the "Gelsemium" that was almost exactly the same as Gelsemium elegans.
"poison?"
This is the first time Zorobato came into contact with such a concept. Angels of mythical species have not experienced birth, aging, sickness and death that other living beings have experienced. They do not need to eat or rest. They can live forever with only the grace of the sun, even in
There is no such concept in the language of angels, so the language that has been translated through the translation of holy objects at this time can only get an empty transliteration.
"Ah, yes, this is poison, Lord Angel. You don't know that as a whaleman, my blessings and curses are very weak and have no offensive capabilities, so I am born to be a doctor. My blessings
It’s called [Hundred Hands of Medicine], and it can reorganize the rules of matter, so I can quickly create corresponding medicines based on my understanding of the principles of disease; my curse is called [Qi Vision Eyes], which can see through the structure and structure of living things.
Run and discover where the foci of harm to all living beings are located...
"For many creatures, certain substances are both antidotes and poisons. After my wife was injured, I often thought: Can mythical species also be poisoned? So I decided to try to make such a medicine, so
I just took over the trouble of going to the Tree Continent to treat the Elf King. Although he was about to die, his level of life gave me many practical inspirations, and finally helped me make such a medicine..."
At this moment, very far away, on a hillside about two or three kilometers away, the golden silk thread manipulated by the real Gelsemium hand was constantly playing back his voice. His expression was neither surprised nor happy, but
He watched helplessly as countless poisons were absorbed into the body of the angel in front of him.
The golden thread that can be twisted around in his hand is actually Fisher's old friend, but Fisher himself is not from the ocean, so he doesn't recognize it.
It is the only fluid material made by Lamastia himself. The fluid swords in the ocean in later generations were all imitated from its characteristics, so it can be regarded as the original fluid sword.
This fluid sword was given to Gelsemium by Lamastia as a gift for the wedding of Gelsemium and Scrophulariaceae... Well, don't ask why it was only given to Gelsemium, because Scrophulariaceae doesn't like Lamastia, every time
She kept nagging so much that Scrophulariaceae couldn't sleep, and Scrophulariaceae often cursed at her. As a result, Lamastia felt wronged by scolding and ignored her. They didn't reconcile when they got married, and they haven't reconciled yet now.
.
For this moment, Gelsemium had been waiting for six and a half months. He made meticulous plans just to wait for this moment.
Sorobato in the distance was just about to move his body, but suddenly he found that his body was filled with purple circles.
As mentioned before, because the mythical species has made the body and soul "unify", it will have the properties of both. This also means that all substances in the world are basically impossible to have an effect on it. To poison the mythical species
The first condition is that the poison must be effective both on the body and on the soul.
On this basis, each mythical species has different effects on the rules due to their different powers. Whether the poison can be effective is an extremely complicated matter.
What Sorobato never expected was that this whale-man species living in the ocean could actually make such a thing.
Why is there such a blessing?!
Is it because the other party is the lucky one who is favored by the main god of Lamastia, so the other party is so lucky?!
The golden knife concealed his aura, allowing his distant power to be reproduced along the golden veins...
Why do whale people have such a thing?
It's obviously just an existence whose rank is not that of a myth...
The poisonous purple color continued to spread on Zorobato's body until it covered his strong muscles bit by bit, and the dual pain in his soul and body that came at the same time was even more unbearable for him.
The surrounding wind seemed to calm down little by little, turning into a sparse embellishment of the moon and stars.
Zorobato lowered his head, and strands of golden blood mixed with a little transparent bubbles flowed down.
The process of the poisonous attack was quiet, and any painful struggle seemed so unnecessary to the myth species who was meditating at this time.
"You too...and your wife too...for a group of sea insects..."
Sorobato gritted his teeth. In the invisible place of Gelsemium, the golden blood flowing down from him suddenly spread a little bit of darkness like a black hole for some reason...
The originally terrifying poisonous bubbles were jumping like blinking eyes on the dark blood background at this moment.
"Insects...Zorobato Angel, in fact, this poison is only a semi-finished product. Maybe if your level is higher, the sixteenth level will be close to the seventeenth level, or even further, the seventeenth level.
Or higher? Maybe it won’t kill you..."
"It's a pity that you are not."
The calm voice of Gelsemium in the distance came along the silk thread, and penetrated into Sorobato's soul like heartbreaking poison, causing the darkness flowing out to boil as if it were exposed to high temperature.
"..."
"thump!"
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Gelsemium didn't wait for a response. The revenge medicine he had learned all his life was fermenting rapidly in this silence.
But to be honest, this is indeed the first time Gelsemium has done such a bad thing. As a doctor who treats diseases and saves lives, he probably would not have done this if he was not extremely angry.
He seemed calm and composed, but he was worried that the opponent had not completely fallen down and lost his voice. He could not activate his curse to judge the opponent's condition from a distance.
Fortunately, a moment later, the "plop" sound of the other party completely falling to the ground gave him reassurance.
Gelsemium finally let out a sigh of relief, and he leaned on the mound behind him covered in sweat. The fingers holding the golden thread in his hand were already white and stiff, and he was as calm as when he was rejuvenating.
Self-confidence is completely two extremes.
After all, he has not yet reached the level of mythology. If he really had a head-on confrontation, as the other party said, the meeting would probably be over.
He rubbed his temples and whispered with some sigh,
"What a headache...I am indeed more suitable to be a doctor than a killer..."
But before he could completely relax, the golden thread on his hand began to tremble rapidly. When he lowered his head, he heard an extremely dense sound suddenly coming from the fluid thread, like water boiling.
Voice.
Gelsemium's expression froze slightly, and he turned his head to look in disbelief, but after all, he was far away from the battle site to be on the safe side, so he didn't see anything at this time...
He just felt that the wind around him suddenly became stronger.