Chapter 673 The Twin-Appearance Tower Izeluma’s Breast Sea Today
But is that really the case?
Click——
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the puppet whose heart was broken moved its limbs and finally stood up, with an ominous red light shining in its eyes again.
Although one furnace core was broken, it was insignificant to it because it possessed two furnace cores at the same time. Only by destroying both furnace cores could it truly lose power.
But there will no longer be this opportunity.
Mick felt that his body was unusually weak. There seemed to be flames rising in his mouth and nose while he was breathing. A severe feeling of nausea came up, and his stomach was churning.
What's more important is that his body is inexplicably out of control, his muscles are twitching violently, his nerves are like burning wires, and his consciousness is becoming increasingly blurred.
When this happened, he immediately understood what had happened to him.
"Is it poison...?"
He looked down at the "innocuous" minor wounds on his body, and saw that the locations of these wounds were somewhat black, and he could clearly see that the blood vessels inside had turned into black, spreading like spider webs under the skin.
The source of these poisons is undoubtedly the sharp blade in the puppet's hand.
Mick cursed secretly in his heart. He didn't have an antidote on hand, and God knows what kind of poison was smeared on the sharp blade, but the golden body that was supposed to be invulnerable could not stop the spread of the poison. It can be seen that the poison was
The power of.
He could feel his magic power decreasing rapidly. The poison was eating away at the magic power in his body and spreading rapidly.
But he had to use his magic power. If he released the [Golden Body] state, the deadly poison would kill him in an instant.
【Damn...】
He cursed secretly in his heart again, because he regretted following him inexplicably. If he hadn't acted on a whim, how would he have encountered such troubles.
Moreover, Izeluma didn't even notice when his own doll was beaten so fiercely. Could it be that these people are trash?
There is also the so-called El-Melloi II. Although I knew that he was a waste before, I didn't expect that he was such a waste and could not help at all. Even if he died, it would be his turn next.
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Click——
The doll made a sound again. It moved its head, opened its mouth widely, and slowly protruded a slender hollow metal tube from it.
【what is this?】
Before Mick could ask this question, he got the answer.
boom--!
The sound of explosion sounded, but before that, Mick felt severe pain exploding in his chest.
"Ah, it turns out it's something like this——"
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest. The flesh and blood there were mangled, revealing pale bones, and the internal organs inside were also broken. They flowed out from the huge gap, and together with the sticky blood, formed a
Gorgeous river.
If he remembered correctly, it was similar to a weapon named "gun" made by ordinary people.
But this gun is obviously not an ordinary thing. After modification, it directly defeated his body that was as hard as steel.
The life force was passing by rapidly. In the haze, Mick only saw the doll raising its head slightly, and then he didn't know anything else.
El-Melloi II was stunned as he watched the headless body slowly fall down, with bone stubble and flesh splattering on his body, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, which was nauseating.
But he didn't feel that way now, his hands and feet were cold. The long-lost shadow called "death" once again enveloped him.
He has never had the ability to escape from this shadow. From beginning to end, he has never been able to even mount a decent counterattack.
However, he still mobilized his magic power, activated the only magic costume on his body, and shot out the dazzling light spear, but it was easily cut off by the puppet wielding a sharp blade in the air.
Although he couldn't see the expression on its face clearly, El-Melloi II felt that it was laughing at him. Even after so many years, he never changed.
Also so weak, so powerless.
What I can do is nothing more than some ordinary things that other people can do, and there is nothing worthy of greatness at all.
Suddenly, he remembered the conversation he had with the monarch, Animusfia, that day in the city of Adela.
If I had made a deal with him at that time, the result should be different now.
——It’s a pity that there is never such a thing as “if” in the world.
The pitch-black alien blade penetrated El-Melloi II's chest mercilessly, nailing him to the tree trunk. After a moment of coldness and numbness, it was replaced by severe pain. He wanted to struggle, but he didn't.
Sufficient ability.
Finally, the puppet pulled the blade away and watched as his body slowly slid down, leaving a bright red color on the tree trunk.
The surrounding mist seemed to become a little thinner. The puppet shook off the blood on the blade, took it back into its arm, and then turned its head to look in one direction, as if it was sensing something, its eyes flickering.
[Destroy one dangerous target, one low-level dangerous target, one non-threatening target, upload the cleanup task process, and update the task process. 】
[Sensored magic reaction, scale: high risk, quantity: two.]
[Battle winning rate: 3%]
[Cleaning task completion rate: 12%.]
[Unknown identity, retreat temporarily and continue the cleanup task.]
Then its figure blended into the surrounding shadows and disappeared.
………
………
The surrounding fog is getting thinner and thinner, and the sense of obstruction has obviously been weakened. Although it is not complete, the field of vision is still much wider, and you can see the direction of progress in the forest.
Trimmau's perception gradually recovered, and the obscurity of the magical connection gradually became smoother and smoother.
"Feeling the reaction of magic."
Trimmau's body melted again and turned into the moon spirit marrow liquid. He used his super computing power to quickly find the source of the disorder from the chaotic atmospheric magic.
She was like a river of mercury, shuttling through the dense forest. At this time, Lenis didn't care about anything, even if her arms and face were scratched by branches, she didn't even notice.
After walking like this for about half a quarter of an hour, she heard the sound of gurgling water and a strange smell filled the air.
Lenis was no stranger to this smell. It was the smell of blood, and it was so strong that even the constant wind could not dissipate it. You could guess how miserable the scene was.
Her heart suddenly sank, and she had a bad premonition for no reason.