The incarnation of the God of War has an elegant figure, with just the right proportions to fully satisfy the balance of strength and beauty. The Eldar shaped it in the image of their ideal god, and this burning colossus is controlled by the thoughts of the God of War.
The main component of its body is spirit bone. Su Ming has collected a lot of this universal building material of the spirit race, and is planning to return to Marvel to see if he can crack it and copy it.
Speaking of which, the adjutant has a backlog of scientific research tasks. Do you want to find a way to upgrade her?
Let Mordenkainen and the lichs see if they can try magic? For example, make a wish or something...
The path of combining technology and magic is inevitable. It is one thing to let mages like Casillas learn technology, but we must also try to let the scientific side understand the mysterious side.
The cloak was attached to the face of the avatar, wiping it hard like a rag and sucking the flaming energy. It could grow bigger, smaller, and change its shape. Now that it suddenly looked at it, it gave Su Ming a sense of reality.
"Strangler, when did you draw the image of the Facehugger in my memory on the cloak?"
Yes, the way the magic cloak is now stretched out and tugging at the crown of the incarnation is like a facehugger in Alien.
"Hey."
Strangler said it didn't. Although it could easily communicate with the cloak, it only needed to stretch out a small tentacle on the cloak and play "I'll draw and you guess", but it had never spread the host's memory.
"Then it is self-taught. Could it be that I let it cover too many heads of other enemies in the past?" The cloak had covered the enemy's face as usual, and Su Ming also took the opportunity to transform the super giant sword in his hand.
Break it off.
In the past, sometimes when dealing with enemies whose main means of perception was vision, Su Ming would throw his cloak to cover the opponent's eyes, which was at least slightly more effective than spreading lime, but didn't he think he had developed a habit?
"Huh?" A confused expression came from Strangler. There is no creature that can threaten the host on this battlefield. It doesn't matter if it takes some time, right?
"The speed of eating is a bit slow, just like a cat licking a lollipop. How much time will it take?" Su Ming turned to look at the nun who was halfway through the work, and waved the giant sword in his hand.
He killed all the spiritual tribes that had gathered around him and calculated the time in his mind.
If the cloak were to eat at this rate, wouldn't it take several hours? It had just eaten the five senses of the incarnation.
Yes, the face of the original incarnation of the God of War was like a lava giant, with very simple facial features, but after being wiped wildly with a rag, the face is now as smooth as a mirror, with only three holes for the mouth and eyes, spraying outwards
On fire.
Strangler came up with an idea: "Hey."
"Well, first cut the God of War statue into pieces like the ferryman, and then store it and take it away to eat slowly?" Su Ming twisted his neck. It seems that Strangler is still very close to the cloak and knows how to store food for it.
: "It would be great if it eats as fast as you, one pack and one squeeze, so convenient..."
"Hey."
Strangling means that fast eating is the specialty of the symbiote. Even if it is a magic holy object, it cannot be learned. Moreover, it will have to be cut into pieces sooner or later. It is still waiting to see if the avatar has a brain.
Don't know what it tastes like?
It is not convenient for Strangler to appear in the form of bean sprouts or tentacles, but Su Ming felt that it seemed to have a proud look on its hips in his mind, and couldn't help but laugh, and then raised the stolen sword high.
The giant sword was dozens of meters long and as wide as a building. It was lifted up by the slowly rising human, as if an ant was holding a large palm leaf to chop someone.
But he just did it. After flying into the air, he swung his sword horizontally, and the sharp giant sword chopped off the head of the incarnation. The energy at the fracture exploded, and the fire suddenly formed a mushroom cloud and rose into the sky.
The darkness was dispelled in a short period of time, and there was only a patch of red in the sky and earth. Now, the spirit tribes who were fighting against the undead and trying to interrupt the nun's psychic ritual were all stunned.
In the past, in their understanding, larger creatures were stronger. When had they ever seen a human being who was even thinner than they could seize a god's weapon and use it to kill the god with his backhand?
Maybe it was the strong sense of contrast, maybe it was the shock wave caused by the explosion at the wound of the incarnation, or of course it could be the strong disturbance caused by the fragments of the god's soul after a large piece of spiritual bone was broken. All the Eldar fell down and cried bitterly.
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The sadness and reluctance felt when the incarnation died was the same for the spirit race who were born with sensitive souls.
But the Necrons fighting them would not stop. They didn't care what happened to their enemies. The instructions they received from the Tomb Kings were to destroy all enemies and defend the tombs.
The metal skeletons with green eyes in their eyes were still advancing in a formation to be shot. The Gauss rifles in their hands continued to spray out green flames. Their army had always been silent and efficient.
The undead that were shattered on the battlefield were also reassembled by small 'Scarab' machines behind the lines.
Although small, they are actually not small. Those scarabs are about the same size as a human head. They are a type of mechanical tool bug responsible for maintaining instruments and equipment in the tomb, and at the same time speeding up the reorganization of the wounded during battles.
They have their own nano-stabilizers and usually live in scarab transport boats or tombs. If a metal skeleton falls, they will swarm up to diagnose whether rescue is still necessary.
If there is, they will use the metal in their bodies to repair it at high speed, shortening the original self-healing time of about an hour to just a few minutes.
Moreover, in battle, when necessary, they will fly to the enemy's face, pull it out and explode, which is really fun.
The incarnation was destroyed and the undead came. The spirit clan suddenly suffered heavy casualties and was defeated. The war wizard responsible for leading this battlefield could only lead his people to retreat, leaving the undead army to Su Ming to deal with.
But what about Su Ming? At this time, the incarnation was being cut into pieces. Although the explosion greatly damaged the spiritual bone structure, and the neck and chest were blown away, the soul energy was not completely dissipated, but the firelight was dimmed. After putting it away, it was
Cloak eats, but we are in a hurry here.
The cloak was still slapped on the fallen head, making a "squeaking" friction sound like cleaning glass. Unfortunately, there was no brain in the plastic head of the spirit bone, so he was disappointed by strangulation.
"Efilar, are you done?"
Su Ming took back the spirit bone corpse and cloak, came to the nun's side, and helped him block the Necron's fire. Although she had manifested a spherical psychic shield herself, those Gauss weapons continued to create dense ripples on it, Just like pool water on a rainy day.
"It should be here. I can feel that there is an extremely huge city underground." She looked at the death knell with a surprised expression: "I can't even explore its entirety. It may go deep into the core of the world, and, There is a terrible echo calling me..."