In fact, this is not difficult to understand. Medusa's status in mythology is not high. Nishiki's personality is right there, just like trying to penetrate an armored vehicle with a rifle. It's not a fantasy, but it's
almost.
It's actually pretty good if it works.
The businessman's breathing became a little faster and his eyes became a little red.
Looking at the goatee old man on the screen holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, he was thinking about how he could bypass the owner and borrow the Medusa Shield and Mistertin for study after the matter was over.
Of course, the most important thing is the two magic potions that make the artifacts fade away and show their dazzling luster. Such important things must be obtained and studied carefully. If it can be copied, then there are so many antiques in various local museums in Yingjiang.
Just thinking about it makes me drool.
Well, that's it. As for whether it can be done, and whether it can be done to save face, the businessman didn't think too much about it.
Let’s not talk about the benefits gained from the revival of Shinhwa.
Although the current myth of recovery is not in line with the major mainstream pantheons, at least each one has its own expectations, except for Eagle Sauce's prediction of the future which is basically dark.
More than two hundred years of family mythology is not enough time to give birth to a complete mythology system. The spiritual beliefs of the entire Eagle Sauce family have been penetrated into a sieve with loopholes. Belief in God, the Nordic pantheon, and even among ordinary people
There are many people who worship the dark beliefs of the vampires.
The foreign myths are messy, and the local myths belong to those Indians. If they really exist, seeing the miserable situation of the Indians now, it would be fine if they don’t get angry and carry out various divine punishments. Are you still hoping to catch a ride? I don’t think so.
Don't think about it.
Just when the businessman was busy thinking about digressions, the thin old man in the video made another move.
He continued to point the Shield of Medusa at Ximu so that his body could not move. His father aimed the Mistatin in his hand at Ximu who was lying on the ground and looked at him with hatred in his eyes, and pushed it forward with all his strength.
Mistatin shines brightly, and the black stains on the main trunk become golden and incandescent, blooming with infinite light. A small shadow in the dazzling light is like a moving snake, penetrating Ximu's spine and nailing him to the cement.
on the ground.
"Ah! You damn old guy!"
Ximu roared in pain, and his limbs with sharp teeth and claws struggled to beat on the ground. Under his power, deep marks were drawn on the cement floor, and broken pieces and dust were flying everywhere.
But Dad ignored these and fixed the Medusa Shield and pointed it at Ximu. After letting the artifact play its role in limiting Ximu's struggle, he took out a tube of reagent from his pocket and poured it on the magic circle at his feet.
He clasped his hands together and chanted complex ancient language that he couldn't understand.
Red light rose from the magic circle, and a pale light rushed out from the magic circle first and hit Ximu's forehead. His already stiff movements became slow and weak. Followed by a series of silver rays with cold light.
White chains rushed out of the magic circle and wrapped around Ximu's body, turning him and Mistertin into a strong rice dumpling.
The next moment, he opened his clasped hands and took out a dagger from his jacket like a magic trick, slowly slashing through the air.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't quite understand, but after all, everything goes well, isn't it?"
"Yeah, no matter what incomprehensible changes happen, it's enough as long as things calm down smoothly. Shooting someone every day is already a headache, so it can't get worse!"
After glancing at the businessman with an unkind expression, the scholar who felt that he had said something wrong closed his mouth with a stern expression.
It doesn’t matter if others criticize you, but if you criticize yourself, especially if you say no in front of a bigoted person, what is the difference between skydiving without a parachute or climbing without a safety belt?
Naturally, all the things happening in the building will not affect my father who is far away at Fenway Park.
The dagger in his hand was drawn from the air, and a crack of more than ten centimeters slowly opened.
At the scene, a slightly helpless sigh appeared.
Immediately afterwards, a crack as thin as ten centimeters in the palm of his hand trembled slightly. Ximu, who was firmly locked on the ground, suddenly raised his head and looked at the tiny crack in front of him with his red eyes in disbelief.
"Old guy, you actually found a damn traitor like the Holy Lord!" Although he had no idea how these two guys who were supposed to be enemies got together, Ximu, who subconsciously sensed the danger, struggled subconsciously.
However, how could Ximu, whose strength was basically exhausted, break free? There were two temporary fake-real artifacts and a blockade composed of magic. He could only watch helplessly as the crack of more than ten centimeters expanded like a blow, rapidly expanding to
More than three meters in height.
Immediately afterwards, an arm that was only slightly smaller than the crack stretched out from the dark space behind the crack. Complex and mysterious patterns could be seen everywhere on the dark golden arm armor covering the arm. The moment the arm stretched out of the crack, a
The hot air waves expanded directly in the passage above the auditorium.
Like the shock wave generated after the explosion, the air wave instantly swept away all nearby obstacles, and the load-bearing pillars surrounding the two people were knocked down. Especially Ximu, who was very close at hand, hit the scorching air wave head-on.
Three bunches of tissue were instantly roasted to a crisp. It was difficult to see emotions in the eyes without pupils, but the shock in his heart could be basically seen in his no longer struggling movements and dull face.
In the conference room of the building, dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the picture on the screen without blinking. When the huge arm appeared, they looked at the dark golden arm armor and the complicated patterns. Pullman Bell's bald head was visible to the naked eye.
Layers of cold sweat broke out. He hurriedly opened an encrypted document on the tablet in front of him, quickly pulled down the scroll bar to a familiar position, looked at the pictures, and then looked up at the video to catch Ximu.
Then he was retracting his arm from the crack.
"What, f, besides the Son of God of Shinto, is there anyone who can ask that person to take action?"
Since the revival of the myth, one of the two strongest people in the world and even the strongest in the future. The Dragon God of the island country, the Flame Lord.
Not to mention how much trouble Pullman Bell caused in the conference room of the building when he expressed his suspicions and laid out the evidence. After suppressing Westwood from Fenway Park and arresting him back to the subspace,
, Shoji Wataru slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he chose Nishiki, the weakest among the seven demons, in the beginning, and then made a lot of preparations for it. But even so, Shoji Wataru also