Chapter 672 The bitter battle between the twin towers Izeluma
The sun was setting in the west, and the dappled sunlight just fell on the figure through the gaps between the branches.
It was not a human being, but something inhuman. To be precise, it should be a doll. A slender curved blade emerged from its arm, which was almost one meter long. It had been treated with a matte finish and did not reflect any light.
, like a dark abyss.
It was this sharp blade that penetrated Maio's chest before, and then killed him neatly.
The other arm was an ordinary arm, with a slender sharp blade slowly protruding from the movement of its five fingers.
It violently waved the curved blade of its arm, and the elements gathered on it, forming a huge wind blade and slashing towards the place where El-Melloi II and Mick were hiding.
"It seems that we are being targeted. We are really unlucky."
Mick shouted and jumped out of the bushes. His fingertips made some kind of seal, which was the seal of Tantra Buddhism, a secret sect from Asia.
boom--!
The rude loud noise echoed in the woods, and more wind was gathered, forming a tangible wind barrier, blocking him in front of him. El-Melloi II took the opportunity to roll and hide behind Mick's side.
behind.
At this time, don't worry about the instrument problem. Although rolling looks awkward, it is indeed very effective.
"Hey, hey, Lord El-Melloi II, don't just run away, hurry up and help, otherwise, we will all die in the hands of this guy."
Mick glanced at El-Melloi II who was hiding behind him and shouted loudly.
The wind barrier blocked the wind blade, but it was also in pieces. Obviously, if it received another blow, it would be broken instantly.
El-Melloi II pursed his lips. Although he wanted to help, to be honest, there was really nothing he could do in this situation.
After all, even after so many years, although he has changed a lot, Zhan Wuzha has not changed at all.
The barrier of wind was cut into pieces, and the doll stepped forward. In just the blink of an eye, it was in front of Mick, waving its double blades, and for a moment, all he could see was a raging black wave spreading.
Mick jumped back, changing his usual careless look, with a solemn expression, chanting some kind of mantra in his mouth, and at the same time, the gestures in his hands were changing rapidly.
Soon, he let out a loud roar, and his body expanded in response to the roar. The exposed muscles on his body looked like a metal because they exuded a layer of brass-like luster.
This is a technique called [Golden Body] originated from Buddhism. When combined with other secret techniques, those who practice it are called [King Kong]. However, Mick only learned an incomplete version of the secret technique.
The magic skills of Jin Shen are also much different.
But even so, this incomplete version of the golden body can still be powerful in a short period of time, invulnerable, and have a physique far beyond that of ordinary people.
Mick waved his thick, veined arm and hit the puppet in the chest with a simple straight punch. The huge impact was like a battering ram, knocking it away hard.
But unexpectedly, there was a dull sound of gold and iron colliding.
And through this punch, he also learned a lot of information.
"It's actually a metal doll. This time it's really troublesome."
Mick murmured to himself, staring at the puppet in front of him and not moving rashly.
Although the dolls are creations that imitate humans, this does not mean that the dolls are weak. On the contrary, before the Middle Ages, powerful dolls could even rival an army.
It's just that now that the concept of human body imitation has long faded, automatic dolls that can perform normal battles should no longer be manufactured. The remaining dolls are some priceless antiques. It's too late to collect them. How can they be used?
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But the doll in front of me is made of metal, it looks like some kind of solid alloy, and it also looks very new, obviously not one of those old antiques.
Could it be the crowned puppet master? After all, Izeluma also invited her to the party this time, but why did she do this?
Mick's brain was spinning rapidly, but the doll obviously would not show mercy because of his thinking. It stood up in a very difficult posture, showing its incredible flexibility, and then rushed in front of Mick again.
, brandishing a sharp blade.
Dang Dang Dang——
Mick had no time to continue thinking, and could only be forced to fight, waving his arms to block the puppet's slash. On his wrists, there was a pair of inconspicuous arm armors, which could be used as small shields.
The chop that fell accidentally only left a slight scar on his body, barely scratching the tough skin of the [Golden Body], leaving a slender blood mark.
When the slashing attack failed to have the desired effect, the puppet faced Mick's attack and retreated steadily. However, its tough metal body could not be damaged too much, and the two were in a stalemate.
Mick took a deep breath and changed his fighting style, using more of a technique called [Shock].
Even though the doll has a metal shell, the inside of its structure is still relatively "soft". Vibration causes damage to the magic circuit and furnace core inside, indirectly achieving the desired effect.
A fist like a gust of wind fell on the puppet's body, and the impact made the opponent retreat repeatedly.
Even if it gave birth to more blades, it could only engage in defensive warfare. The small wounds on Mick's body piled up, and blood soaked through his clothes. It looked like he was bathed in blood.
"Ola-o-la-o-la——!"
He shouted loudly. These small wounds did not cause him any trouble. On the contrary, the pain stimulated his spirit even more. Adrenaline surged and the power of his fists became stronger.
boom---
In a series of quick hits, the doll was once again knocked out, its body smashed several trees, fallen leaves flew, and smoke filled the air. The red eyes slowly dimmed and lost their brilliance.
Mick casually wiped the blood and sweat from his face, panting heavily, his heart beating violently like an engine about to explode.
Fatigue surged up, and the previously suppressed pain and other negative emotions surrounded him. Mick slowly raised his arm, looked at the red and swollen palms, and couldn't help grinning, showing a wry smile.
Even with the protection of magic, he was still at a disadvantage when a pair of physical fists collided with steel.
But this time he won, and he clearly heard the shattering sound, which was the sound of the doll's heart being shattered.
A puppet that has lost its furnace heart is like a human being that has lost its heart and has no motivation to move. So this time, he won the final victory.