Chapter 1896: Target

The incarnation of the God of War has an elegant figure, and the right proportion of the figure fully satisfies the balance of power and beauty. The spirit races shape it with the image of their ideal god, and this burning colossus is controlled by the mind of the God of War.
The main body of his body is still spirit bones. Su Ming has collected a lot of this kind of universal building materials of the spirit race, and he is going to return to Marvel to see if he can crack and copy it.
As the adjutant has a backlog of scientific research tasks, should we think of a way to upgrade her?
Let Mordenkain and the Liches see if they can try magic? Such as wishing...
The way of combining technology and magic is inevitable. It is one aspect for mages like Casillas to learn technology, but we must also try to understand the mysterious side of science.
The cloak was attached to the face of the avatar, and it was wiped vigorously like a rag and sucked the flame-like energy. It could grow bigger and smaller, change its shape, and now suddenly looked like it gave Su Ming a sense of immediate sight.
"Strangulation, when did you paint the cloak the image of the worm in my memory?"
Yes, now that the magic talisman cloak opened as hard as it could, pulling on the avatar's crown, it looked like a worm in an alien.
"Huh."
Strangling means that it does not. Although it is easy to communicate with the cloak, it only needs to stretch out a small tentacle to play "I Draw You Guess" on the cloak, but it has not spread the host's memory.
"Then it is self-taught without a teacher, is it because I let it wrap the heads of other enemies too much in the past?" The cloak has covered the enemy's face as always, and Su Ming also took the opportunity to hold the super giant sword in his incarnation. Break it down.
In the past, when dealing with enemies whose main perception method was vision, Su Ming would throw out his cloak to cover the opponent's eyes. At least it was slightly better than limestone, but did he not expect to have developed a habit?
"Huh?" A feeling of confusion came from the strangulation. There are no creatures that can threaten the host on this battlefield. Doesn't it matter if you delay some time?
"This eating speed is a bit slow, just like a cat licking a lollipop. How long does it take to delay it?" Su Ming turned to look at the nun who was halfway through her work, and waved the giant sword she grabbed. Exterminating all the surrounding spirit races, I calculated the time in my heart.
Wouldn't it take several hours to eat at the speed of the cloak? It has only eaten the five senses of the avatar now.
Yes, the face of the God of War avatar was originally like a lava giant, with very simple facial features, but after being wiped wildly with a rag, the face is now smooth as a mirror, with only three holes in the mouth and eyes, spraying outward Burning.
Strangling came up with an idea: "Huh."
"Well, first cut the God of War into pieces like the ferryman at the beginning, and then store them to take away and eat them slowly?" Su Ming twisted his neck, it seems that Strangulation is still very close to the cloak, and he knows to store food for it. : "If it eats as fast as you, it will be better. One pack and one squeeze, how convenient..."
"Huh."
Strangulation means that eating fast is the specialty of the symbiote, even if it is a magic holy thing, it cannot be learned, and sooner or later, it has to be cut into pieces. It still waits to see if the avatar has a brain.
Don't know what the smell is?
Strangulation was inconvenient to appear in the image of bean sprouts or tentacles, but Su Ming felt as if he had the pride of his arms akimbo in his mind, couldn't help but laughed, and then raised the sword he had taken.
The huge sword was tens of meters long and as wide as a building. It was lifted by a human slowly ascending into the sky, as if an ant was holding a large palm leaf to cut people.
But he did it. After flying into the sky, he swung his sword horizontally, and the sharp giant sword chopped off the head of the avatar. The energy at the fracture exploded, and the fire suddenly formed a mushroom cloud and rose into the sky.
The darkness was dissipated in a short time, and there was only a piece of red between the world and the earth, and now the spirit races who wanted to interrupt the nun's psychic ritual while fighting against the necromances were all dull.
In the past, in their cognition, larger creatures were stronger. When did they ever see a human being thinner than them that could seize the weapon of God and use it backhand to kill God?
Perhaps it was a strong sense of contrast, perhaps it was the shock wave caused by the explosion at the wound of the incarnation, of course, it could also be the strong disturbance caused by the fragments of the soul of the gods after a large piece of spiritual bone was broken. .
The sorrow and unwillingness of the fall of the incarnation are empathetic to the spiritual race who was born with a sensitive mind.
However, the space dead who were fighting with them will not stop. They don't care what happens to the enemy. The instruction from the Tomb King is to destroy all enemies and defend the tomb.
The metal skeletons with green light in their eyes are still advancing in an array of queuing shots. The Gauss rifle in their hands continuously emits green flames. Their armies have always been silent and efficient.
As for the undead who were broken in the battlefield, there are also small ‘Scarab’s’ machines behind the line for re-recycling and assembly.
In fact, it is not too small. Those scarabs are about the same size as human heads. They are a kind of mechanical tool insects that are responsible for maintaining equipment in the tomb and speeding up the reorganization of the wounded during battle.
They come with nano stabilizers and usually live in scarab transport boats or graves. If metal skeletons fall down, they will swarm them to diagnose whether there is a need for rescue.
If so, they will use the metal in the body to repair it at high speed, shortening the self-healing time of about an hour to within a few minutes.
And in battle, when necessary, they will fly to the enemy's face to pull out and explode, which is fun.
The incarnation was destroyed and the undead came in, and the spirit clan was killed and wounded suddenly, and the army was crushed. The war witch responsible for leading this battlefield could only lead people to retreat and threw the undead army to Su Ming.
But what about Su Ming? At this time, the avatar is being cut into pieces~EbookFREE.me~ Although the explosion has greatly damaged the spiritual bone structure, and the neck and chest are blown up, but the soul energy has not completely dissipated, but the fire light has dimmed. After putting it away Give the cloak to eat, it's in a hurry here.
The cloak was still slamming on the fallen head, making a squeaky rubbing sound like cleaning glass, but unfortunately there was no brain in the plastic head of the spirit bone, strangling disappointed.
"Effilar, are you done?"
Su Ming retracted the corpse and cloak of the spirit bones and came to the nun to help him block the blast from the space necromancers. Although she manifested a spherical psychic shield herself, those Gauss weapons continued to make dense ripples on it. It's like pool water in a rainstorm.
"It should be here. I can feel that there is a huge city underground." She looked at the death knell with a surprised look: "I can't even explore its full picture. It may go deep into the core of this world, and there is a A terrible echo is calling me..."
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