As Anthony shouted, a divine seal condensed with a clanging sound, imprinted on Anthony's godhead, the divine skill - Lord, help me.
You can call Lord Ange's power projection to establish a projection channel, reduce power attenuation, and enhance the body's endurance...
"Pfft..." After studying the attributes of the magical skill, Anthony almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He was just asking for help. How could he have awakened to a magical skill?
But if you take a closer look, the properties of magical skills are very powerful. If you establish a projection channel and reduce the power attenuation, how much will this attenuation be reduced?
The attenuation of power projection is very large. The farther the distance, the greater the attenuation. For example, for cross-dimensional projection, it is good to be able to project one point of ten percent of the power onto the target.
If a projection channel can be established across planes to reduce the attenuation of power, if two points of ten points of power can be projected over, then the clone's strength can be doubled. If nine points can be projected over, it will be no different from the arrival of the real body.
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It would be even more powerful to increase the body's endurance. Why did he abandon Natalia just now? Isn't it because she couldn't bear her own strength? Her body was too fragile.
If the projection channel reduces the attenuation and allows more power to be projected onto the body, but the body is too fragile and cannot bear it, then the projection is not in vain?
This is particularly important, because this magical skill is fixed, and his "master" is only Ange, and Ange is so powerful that he simply cannot bear it.
"Huh?" Ange, who was projected on him, seemed to have noticed the problem and hummed in confusion. Anthony's body tilted his head uncontrollably.
Anthony was a little embarrassed. The movement of tilting his head, which Ange did without any sense of violation, was a little greasy when done with his body. He quickly explained: "The situation is like this..."
Ange nodded: "Attenuation, twenty."
Anthony took a breath. He was thinking just now, if the strength is only reduced by one point, it is no different from the real body coming, but now it is reduced by two points, what is the difference between the reduction by one point?
With Ange's support of 80% of his strength, it would be easy to defeat Nan Mian.
Ange seemed to think so too, he stopped running, turned around to face Nanmian, and then pulled out a layer of raincoat on his body.
Soul Arms, Ange has not used this thing for a long time. Its defense power cannot keep up with Ange's strength growth. His body is stronger than Soul Arms. There is no need to use force or not.
But after turning it out, Anthony discovered that it was different. This was not a soul weapon, but a chaos weapon, which was of the same nature as the death sickle given by the king.
"Hey, Ange, can you condense the mist of chaos?"
Negris's voice sounded suddenly, startling Anthony: "Lord Negris, why are you here?"
"I don't know. I saw that Ange was motionless. I shared the view and then came here. You called for help again? Is this your body? What's going on?" Negris asked curiously.
I guessed it right away. It was obvious that I knew Anthony very well.
Anthony explained quickly. While he was explaining, Ange was already fighting with Nan Mian.
Negris glanced at Ange's battle and ignored it. Ange had an obvious advantage and asked instead: "You stole the faith of this world and ignited the godhood? And awakened the magical skill? The magical skill is called '
"Sir, help me?" This is too wasteful, isn't it? You don't need the magic skill Ange to save your life."
"It's different. Can't you follow the projection now? This is the projection channel constructed by magical skills. Sir, the power of projection is only reduced by 20%." Anthony said.
Nigris took a breath. It knew very well what this level of attenuation meant. It was almost equivalent to Anthony possessing 80% of Ange's strength. Wherever he went, it was equal to 80% of the strength.
Ange has gone.
"This is really good. It involves the long-range projection of power, which is a relatively powerful magical skill." Nigris gave a fair evaluation.
"Yeah, it's tailor-made for me. It can awaken the appropriate magical skills. This godhead is pretty good." Anthony said.
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether the magic skill is strong or not. What’s important is that it’s suitable. A suitable magic skill can increase the strength of a god several times or more than ten times. For example, if the god of planting has a quick-death aura,
How appropriate would that be?
But God of Planting's magical skill is elemental transformation, and Meishen's Meishen Fist is bloodline optimization, which is also very suitable. But without the facial cleansing rebirth technique and the insect ash liquid essence, how would Meishen have the chance to develop?
Anthony's godhead's magical skills are very useless, but they are so suitable for him as if they were tailor-made.
Nigris was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by the scene in front of him. He saw Ange swinging his sickle across Nan Mian's body and drawing out a white crystal.
The moment the white crystal was drawn out, Ange immediately rushed forward, waved his hands, and countless holy seals were printed on the white crystal, wrapping it into a ball of light.
"It's the Holy Seal of the Shroud. Have you caught him?" Nigris asked in surprise.
The descendants of the God Star are very strong, but also very troublesome. The body of the secondary origin cannot be hit by ordinary people. They are fast and can be hit but cannot catch up. Nan Mian also created Nan Mian's attack, which can be exploded by accumulating strength.
Powerful destructive power.
To put it simply, they have high attack, high defense, fast speed, and the disgusting core transfer pulls the body transfer. The body transfer drives the two-way transfer ability of the core transfer. It is difficult to trap them even if they are trapped.
Although Ange has a way to restrain them, it is not easy to catch or kill them.
Ange nodded, held the Seal Ball and threw it to the ground. The Seal Ball drew an arc and accurately landed on the dwarf tree on the stone mountain. It was absorbed into the body by the dwarf tree. When it reappeared, it was probably already in the body.
I don’t know how far away the sapling was in my hands.
After all this was done, Ange pointed at the big fire ball and said, "No, it's the fog of chaos."
Nigris was stunned for a while before he realized that Ange was answering its first sentence, 'Can you condense the mist of chaos?'
Anthony also reacted and said: "By the way, sir, I feel like I have established a connection with it. It has no will, just like the original light godhead. Now that I have stolen the faith of the god star, can I also invade it?"
?Just like a little ghost."
Ange didn't speak, as if he was sensing something. Not long after, Anthony and Negris felt their eyes blur. When they regained consciousness, they had arrived at the surface of a huge light ball.
"Is this the consciousness space of the God Star?" Nigris found himself transformed into a giant brass dragon, half floating and half submerged, hovering on the surface of the light ball.