Chapter 1220 The Stick Insect of the Night Holy City (26)
It can be said that there were no hints when choosing a divine leather coat.
The reason why I locked onto the final target was because of a faint sense of familiarity.
In fact, this is also the question that Fu Qian has been wondering about from just now to now.
No matter whether it is the subsequent manifestation of authority or the current mythical form, the complete incarnation of an ancient god, there is still no source of that sense of familiarity.
But this title made everything suddenly clear, and he instantly realized where that sense of familiarity came from - Tyrant's Fist.
The biggest feature of this weapon that I acquired very early is that every time it is struck, the target will lose their mind.
Of course, given my mission style, there is no chance of losing my mind for most subsequent targets, so I don’t use it too much.
And the sense of familiarity comes from that kind of "dementia".
So it's not an illusion that he tore the source of the Tyrant's Fist's power with his own hands?
So based on the special feeling just now, should I be called a mechanical tyrant now?
Of course this will bring up a problem - where is your fist?
At present, there seems to be no awareness of any loss of mind-related authority and ability.
Is there any reason?
"What does this mean? I still have many methods!"
In doubt, facing the indigo witch's praise, Fu Qian snorted and patted himself, analyzing the other party's reaction in his mind.
Facing the "illusion" of old acquaintances.
Although this person looks like a wall breaker, at least his final act of dismembering the god during the process of fusing his traits was not detected.
On the one hand, it may be that the changes belong to a very special category, transcending time and space.
On the other hand, this person's gaze should gradually intensify with penetration.
In addition, the yellow robe that Levin added to his body was indeed not only bad.
Although it is too eye-catching and full of power, the effect of hiding one's identity is really amazing.
As an ancient god, when faced with a top-notch cosplay of his own and under the influence of the power of disaster, the reaction given by the Rainbow of Changes was "the illusion of old acquaintances."
Instead of thinking that the other party can see through it at a glance, Fu Qian prefers to be shrouded in yellow robes, making the majesty of his mechanical tyrant very low in conveying efficiency.
…
"So why didn't you continue showing?"
While thinking, facing the arrogance in front of her, the Indigo Witch smiled and passed her hand through the air.
The colors that had been suppressed on Fu Qian's body suddenly returned to motion, and the fortune teller's cabin became a disco again.
"Although it's just a projection, if you try to destroy me with disaster, maybe you can delay the arrival of the last moment."
After being freed from restraints, she even offered unsolicited advice.
"Otherwise, wouldn't it be too wasteful? I believe the cost for you to achieve this level will not be small."
"I just told you to add an extra hour."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian shook his head and seemed not interested in her suggestion.
This is the truth.
In view of the fact that the conversation was not going very fast, at that moment, the time for the pseudo-god to be reincarnated was almost over.
Although the san value is sufficient, it cannot be opened continuously because of the need for buffering.
In response to this, he directly tried to activate the mythical form with all his strength.
He had already thought of this use when he had a glimmer of enlightenment during the promotion process.
Since fully displaying the mythical form means completely incarnating an ancient god, this is obviously a method similar to the reincarnation of a pseudo-god to forcibly upgrade one's rank.
No matter how sincere the other party's gesture is, they are not prepared to provide a gap in rank before payment.
"But you're right, doing nothing is indeed a waste."
As he spoke, he seemed to think of something again, and looked back at the sky.
…
At this moment, the scorching ring seemed to be getting closer.
The depression that then seeped out made people even more breathless.
Sitting here, it still looks like this, and the righteous night guards over there must have an even worse impression.
But after all, it is an organization that has seen big storms. So far, no impulsive behavior has been found.
"Is that a real sun?"
I asked curiously before paying.
"Yes and no."
As expected, as previously inferred, when faced with active questions, the Indigo Witch's answers were completely insincere.
"Have you changed your mind? Want to ask the Night Guard for help again?"
"If this is the case, I have to say I will be a little disappointed."
"How could it be? I saw an injustice on the road and was just ready to help."
Before paying, he still didn't look back, staring at the ring without any light.
An orange eye in the night sky slowly but firmly enlarged.
That's right, as a mechanical tyrant that can bring misfortune to everything, it seems that even the sun is not immune.
Although the accumulation of disasters is even slower than that of the Indigo Witch.
Fortunately, I don't mind much before paying.
Gathering his will, and after the gap between his eyes was slightly obvious, he directly detonated the disaster, looking forward to it with curiosity on his face.
It is hard to imagine how disaster would break out in the face of such a special existence.
The next moment, the brightness in the field of vision suddenly increased.
A strange meteor appeared in the already bustling sky.
Surrounded by gorgeous golden flames and dragging out a long tail of the same color, the meteor crashed into the scorching ring without hesitation, like a golden monkey jumping through a ring of fire.
Is this okay?
This wonderful change made the creators admire in their hearts.
On the one hand, I feel the brutality of the disaster authority again.
On the other hand, from that meteor, he actually experienced something that he had not found just now - the power of the Tyrant's Fist that makes people lose their minds.
Sure enough, you should always stay curious, because inspiration always comes unexpectedly.
In addition, it seems that he cannot escape the title of mechanical tyrant.
As I sighed, the golden meteor had already hit its target.
Although the existence state of the Searing Ring is special, the disaster that belongs to it still finds it accurately.
At that moment, the world seemed to be alternating between day and night.
The brightness of the scorching ring suddenly increased, and even the dark red area inside seemed to be ignited.
Under the ensuing terror, the golden meteor disappeared silently, as if it was vaporizing.
Sure enough, the power is still far behind.
Fu Qian was not surprised by this result. He didn't even have time to worry about whether the people who held the night would be more confused because of this. The next moment, they noticed something special.
There seemed to be something that looked at him through the hot celestial body.
Although his status was different from before, how could he lose his etiquette before paying? He immediately followed the contact and returned his gaze.
Through the layers of halo, he seemed to really see a pair of eyes...
Ancient sun god? Didn’t that person fall?
When he was slightly surprised, there was another completely different gaze in his consciousness.
Then another one, and another one...
And all these gazes are filled with endless struggle and distortion.
Like a group of prisoners in purgatory, looking out through the bars.
