Each ancient one has its own characteristics and a unique label. In fact, this is not because they like it, but because it is not allowed to be so.
Because after endless years of washing, they have actually forgotten who they are and everything about themselves. Every ancient one has an almost perverted obsession with something, which is close to an anchor for them.
It's something that has become a part of each of them, and I can't give it up even if I want to.
For Ophelia, what she pursues is the sense of control. Whether it is companions, enemies, or humans, she pursues the satisfaction of having everything under her control.
...even if she could never truly experience that kind of satisfaction.
When she was blown away by the thunder, she was completely convinced that the opponent she faced this time might be the only one in her life, or it should be the same opponent in her entire life. No matter in the past or now, it might be the first time she had met her.
To such a powerful being.
But she has no choice.
Being high and in control of everything is all she pursues. It is the only way to make her feel alive. Before, she chose to keep a low profile and avoid fighting. In fact, it was essentially the pursuit of this ultimate goal. She hoped to be resurrected.
After becoming a complete body, you can regain the power to control everything.
But now she has become a complete body, and it is impossible to become stronger. Her evolutionary path stops here. She has reached the upper limit and all her skill points have been smashed in, so there will never be another version update here.
In the game, there is no point in continuing.
All she can do is fight, fight with all her strength, that's all.
The ancient one made a sharp cry, and its weird body was supported by hoof-like legs. The body was pale and the skin was smooth and flawless, looking like some kind of elastic structure. It had a wide mouth, no eyes, and a drag on its face.
The long tentacles have a penetrating appearance.
That's Ophelia's original appearance.
She continued to scream, like a broadcast whose sound was stretched infinitely. The wind continued to strengthen, as if it had turned into a huge black dragon! It was infinitely long, standing tall on the sky, and fluttering crazily among the black clouds.
A dark tornado!
Thor, the God of Thunder, was the first to bear the brunt, and his tiny body was swept into the sky-high storm and disappeared. Then the masonry and rubble was swept in, cars danced in the air dozens of meters like toys, and even the fallen fighter jet was also
Joined the carnival.
"Everyone, hurry up!"
Luo Yajun had already found a bunker when he shouted. They had long realized that this fight between gods was not safe, and they were far away from the center of the battle, but now it still didn't seem safe enough. Each of them found a bunker and hugged something tightly to avoid themselves.
He also flew off the ground into the whirlwind.
"Go to hell, go to hell!" Ophelia screamed in the storm, "No matter what you are, go to hell!"
The strong wind pressure squeezed the steel into a discus under her intentional control. Planes and cars were crushed flat, the internal structures of steel and machinery were shattered, and countless parts were sucked into the vortex.
The terrifying cyclone seemed to be reverberating with countless wind blades cutting iron like mud. The steel and cement rolled up in the storm were cut into countless pieces in an instant. No matter how hard the material was, it was cut open and fractured.
Smooth and flat, like a cake cut with a knife.
It’s no wonder that in the eyes of the ancients, the ancients were god-like existences. Words similar to “gods” were used many times in the words that people could find in the ruins that mentioned these existences. Because this is indeed a poor imagination.
The great power that people in this era could not even dream of, is like the magical power that has mastered the authority of the laws of heaven and earth.
This is the power possessed by a complete ancient being, who almost single-handedly built an inverted cone-shaped death zone, and anything in that storm would be crushed to pieces.
But not today.
After a short while, several people who were far away from the surroundings clearly felt that the wind seemed to have weakened.
But upon further inspection, it soon became apparent that it was not that the wind had become weaker. On the contrary, the tornado was becoming more exaggerated and violent, as if it was going to drain everything on the surface of the earth.
It's just that the more violent storm was more concentrated and locked within a limited range. Everything where the tornado was was swept up in the air and crushed to pieces, but the farther it went outward, the smaller the impact. It was just like someone tied it with a rope.
It is the same as being in a designated area and prohibiting it from leaking out.
But how is this possible?
In the short distance of a few hundred meters, the wind on one side was strong enough to crush everything, while on the other side, apart from the exaggerated visual effects seen in front of me, I only felt that the wind was a bit strong.
Although none of them here are scientists, they don't need a PhD to see that this is absolutely unscientific.
But the one who was most shocked was probably Ophelia in the middle of the storm.
Because even though she had transformed and greatly strengthened, she was still shocked to find that the storm she had summoned slowly escaped her control.
"No!" she shouted almost hysterically, "obey me! You can't..."
But no matter how hard she tried, it was useless. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and a large amount of air flow was continuously sucked into the bottom of the air vortex. The wind speed was getting faster and faster, but it became less and less obedient to her command.
Then she saw with horror that the man was right below her, in the eye of the storm.
Thor, God of Thunder, holds the hammer high above his head, and the hammer flies like a windmill. Every cyclone seems to be rotating with the hammer, like a conductor waving his baton, and like a majestic general pulling out his baton.
took his sword.
Ophelia screamed and attacked him with all her strength, trying to stop the man in the eye of the storm.
But she soon discovered that there was nothing she could do. She tried to mobilize the power of the wind to attack him, but any form of airflow that even came close to the whirling hammer would be disintegrated and absorbed to become part of his power.
She tried throwing things at him, trees, car and plane wreckage, metal and bricks, but to no avail. The spinning hammer was like a turbine running at full speed, and nothing could withstand the blow of that thing.
Then everyone, including Ophelia, saw that she flew away.
The huge ancient man, with a body of dozens of meters high, was forcibly dragged up into the air by the strange force of the tornado. The picture simply highlighted a brick flying with great force, and it was visually shocking.
Then lightning descended from the tornado, constantly impacting Ophelia's body. The sky thunders were more powerful than the others, and each sound roared like the wrath of God, exploding her perfect body with countless cracks all over her body.
The air blades cut her body, and the wind and electricity intertwined, bombarding her continuously.
The thunder and lightning that got stronger and stronger continued to bombard her for an unknown amount of time. She could feel that her proud and perfect body was breaking apart little by little, until she could hardly feel herself.
Then at the end of this grand performance, as if it was the climax of the climax, all the thunder in the sky fell along the storm and concentrated at the eye of the storm. Endless light and electricity converged on Thor's hammer, and the small hammer was completely
It lit up into lightning blue, and the hammer buzzed faintly, as if it contained countless thunderbolts.
Thor, the God of Thunder, roared with all his strength, kicked his feet, and pointed his war hammer straight into the sky. His whole body seemed to merge with the lightning and turned into thunder itself, rising into the sky towards the giant shadow that fell from the storm!
boom!
!
With a blow that was charged to the extreme, endless electric light was released from the hammer in an instant, lighting up the entire sky! The blue electric light exploded into an astonishing area, and the blue transparent waves pushed forward like a tsunami.
The ancient man's body was instantly pierced, disintegrated bit by bit under the impact of endless electric light in the field, and was crushed into pieces.
Thor, the God of Thunder, held the hammer in his hand and rode on lightning to break through the huge monster. The shining lightning was like a golden cudgel reaching into the heavens. The dark tornado disintegrated in an instant, and countless layers of black clouds were suddenly broken away, leaving only a clear sky.
With one hammer, the sky will clear after the rain!