Most of the various exchange abilities in the main god space are castrated versions, such as vampire blood on the bad streets, which enhances strength, speed, and neurological reactions while eliminating the weakness of fear of sunlight.
Don't think this is a good thing. The main god is not a philanthropist. It is not only the weaknesses that are deleted, but also the skills that the bloodline should have.
Let’s take vampire blood as an example again. Reincarnators who are converted into vampires cannot ‘first embrace’ them to create subordinates, and the most feared contagiousness of vampires is deleted.
It doesn't even have the most basic first love, let alone dark magic, super powers, etc. No one is left, all are deleted, and only a blank slate is left.
Of course, the Lord God didn’t do anything too great.
Want these abilities?
Yes! No problem, but there is a prerequisite...
Need more money!
Therefore, regardless of the abilities of the reincarnators, which are all crazy and cool, if they really want to fight, it's just the same thing.
Zheng Shi is a lv5 water superpower. His level is very high. He is only one level away from the God on Earth. But this is just the surface. Like most reincarnations, his abilities are all based on krypton gold and cannot be developed independently. There are many flaws.
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Zheng Shi knew how much he weighed. He was a reincarnator who went to extremes and needed the help of the environment to maximize his output. He dared to jump out and accept Russell's provocation because of the East River in New York under his feet.
As long as there is a water source and a large amount of water source, he is the king!
"Boy, this is not a place where you can show off."
Zheng Shi sneered, implying that it was his turn to pretend. He didn't see any movement. The East River in New York surged wildly, and the calm surface of the river surged into huge waves. The tide instantly rose higher than the highest point of the Brooklyn Bridge.
at.
The reincarnators on both sides retreated one after another. The night demons cheered in joy, while the humans were secretly angry. They chose the wrong place to start the battle, giving the enemy a terrain advantage and giving up field control and damage output.
Under the strong winds and waves, Russell's small wooden sampan barely managed to hold on for a few moments before being submerged by the tsunami. His face was not exposed from beginning to end, and he only let out an unwilling roar before sinking.
After getting rid of the miscellaneous fish, Zheng Shi realized that something was wrong. He didn't hear the killing sound of the main god. He was about to check Russell's body when suddenly something happened.
The river surged, and a large wave came from afar at high speed, stirring up a wall of water that was more than 100 meters long, and rushed to the Brooklyn Bridge in the blink of an eye.
The indiscriminate attack came suddenly, and in the next second, the water wall folded to avoid the reincarnations in the human camp, and pressed their heads against the night devil camp, causing a chorus of roars, and they had a traitor in their midst.
"Damn it! You're crazy, why are you beating one of your own?"
"Damn it, that guy is a traitor, he is not from our camp!"
"No, I didn't, it wasn't me."
Zheng Shi explained hurriedly and tried his best to force the wave to stop. His face turned red and his neck became thick from holding it in, but the wave became higher and faster.
This scene, in the eyes of the Samsara people in the Night Demon camp, seemed to be mocking their IQ, and they all scolded Zheng Shi for being too fake.
"Quick! Sniper, kill him quickly!"
"Brothers, let's go up, kill those bastards, and rescue our teammates."
"..."
Rumble!!!
The waves spread like a big hand covering the sky. The immeasurable water force pressed down and swallowed up the figures of the reincarnations in an instant.
In an instant, various abilities were exposed, including elemental magic, superpowers, martial arts, mechas... The East River in New York was roaring continuously, and the river surface was rendered colorful.
Waves surged in all directions, leaving only two piers of the bare Brooklyn Bridge. The reincarnations were either hanging in the air or stepping on the water, each showing off their magical powers and fighting passionately.
A confused Zheng Shi was shot down in the air by a black gun and fell into the East River with a broken arm. He lurked in the water, opened the spherical protective shield and thought about what was wrong.
"What's going on? Where did the wave come from? Who is secretly setting the pace to frame me?"
Zheng Shi had an idea, Russell's villain face popped up in front of his eyes, and he immediately gritted his teeth: "Damn bastard, you actually used me as a gunman!"
At this time, two streams of water penetrated from outside the defensive cover, dragging Zheng Shi's feet downward.
"Gulu-lu-"
The water pressure expelled the air from his chest, and Zheng Shi discovered to his horror that he could not control the surrounding water sources, and his level 5 water superpower had failed.
New York Dong He said she was very innocent. It was not that she had no moral integrity, but that the other party had a bigger backing, so she had no choice but to wrong Zheng Shi.
Clang!
Under the dim water, a silver light penetrated Zheng Shi's chest, and the blood flowed rapidly. His eyes widened, and in front of him was a sinister face shrouded in black mist.
Zheng Shi's facial features were distorted, and he found that his blood was still within the control range. He kept holding on to the Adamant alloy knife on his chest, and drained a large amount of blood out of his body, turning it into five steel knives and stabbing Russell.
Down.
perish together!
Russell kicked Zheng Shi in the chest, abandoned the Adamant alloy knife, held two Sand Eagles in his hands, and continuously pulled the trigger, causing clusters of blood flowers to bloom, continuously injuring Zheng Shi and killing him.
Five bloody steel knives were frozen in the water. After Zheng Shi died, they turned into blood and dissipated.
After finishing the business, Russell raised his hand to recall the long knife, looked at the water above his head with malicious eyes, and began to pick other reincarnations to attack.
…
The river surface was frozen into an ice sheet at some point, and the reincarnators from the two camps fought fiercely, with full sound effects, but not much real force. In most cases, they were sneak attacks and assassinations, and they did whatever they could to save energy.
The Lord God used his ultimate move this time. The terrifying number of 20 War Worlds frightened the reincarnations. For a mission that is long-term and cannot be replenished midway, it is not advisable to use too much force in the early and mid-term, otherwise the follow-up will be ineffective, no matter how good the previous performance is.
In vain.
To put it bluntly, everything is about survival!
Russell was lying under the water, while the reincarnations were paddling around, trading business blows, and killing each other only after they were cold. He saw this and felt that he should do something.
He does not belong to any camp, and he is barely a teammate with the reincarnations who chose the human camp. But now that they are teammates, it may not be the case in the next world, so... it is best for all of these people to die.
Luo Shi Chuang Su came online again, and dozens of small streams of water spread out, enveloping the hands, feet or torsos of both combatants, causing them to freeze in place for a second or two.
In a life-and-death fight, one second is too long, long enough to be fatal.
Three reincarnators lost their lives in a daze, and more were seriously injured. They hurriedly retreated to start treatment. The smell of blood was wafting in the air, and the reward points within reach were not in vain, attracting 'sharks' from different camps.
Faced with the crazy attacks, the injured Samsaras were unwilling to take the lead and started to risk their lives by showing their cards.
From time to time, Russell Cat stretched out a running tentacle under the water, pulling this one, pushing that one, and nodded secretly when he saw it. His silent dedication was worthy of his name, and the battlefield finally began to enter the intense stage.