Chapter 410: Euclahill (7)

"what happened?"
Lu Shaluo stood up from the ground, and was about to bend to pat the dust on her body, her ears moved slightly, and she felt the trembling in the space.
"Is the earthquake?" The leader of the camp hesitantly answered, looking around, only seven adventurers following them, most of them fell into the other half planes, scattered separately.
People stood on the dark red gravel and watched. The land shrouded in unknown green clouds had nothing, and the surrounding was quiet.
"This should be the material space created by the nine-headed serpent. By this alone, its ability is definitely above the legend." Sharo was a little worried that monsters that can grow to legend are not good characters to deal with, let alone The space seems to have known each other, and even made him have a bad hunch.
"We should find a way to leave quickly," the camp leader suggested.
"Yes."
Sa Luo squinted and looked around, without the careless look of the past: "This kind of space cannot be created out of nothing. It has a material basis. After finding it and destroying it, we can leave."
Uh ...
Clang! !! !!
Claude Monet's blade and Caesar's fist are in a fierce battle. The two are very different in shape. Claude Monet's almost recognized as a demon, with a huge body like the Lord of the Abyss. There was still a dark green flame, and Caesar had not disarmed, and still maintained the human body.
But the strength seems to be half a catty.
Ji Caesar obviously felt a steady stream of power flowing from the other side. This brute force was acting on the long blade, and as he continued to increase strength, it also climbed more than ever.
"Monet, is the nine-headed snake in people's mouth? As a derivative--that is, you are stronger than I thought."
Caesar didn't expect that the power of camouflage had been raised to this point, and the monster could still stop himself: "I'm a little looking forward to seeing that monster, I hope it will excite me."
He suddenly let go of his strength, no longer continued wrestling, and pulled back. While Monet Barlow was holding the long blade forward, he sideways avoided the sharp edge, and his right hand was like a knife, splitting vertically and hit Monet Barlow. Above the arm used to hold the blade.
Alas.
The sound of flesh skin being cut.
For a moment, Monet Barrow's huge body suddenly disappeared.
Suddenly Caesar didn't respond, he felt a huge force falling behind him.
Boom!
His backhand is one elbow, but the humanoid limb limits the destructive power and defense force, and the elbow hits Monet Barlow's claw, but cannot stop the attack from continuing.
The monster demon-like monster didn't know when he was behind him, raised his forefoot, held a huge blade, and chopped at him fiercely.
Uncle waited for him to react, a sharp claw of Monet Barlow swept from the other direction, taking a heavy wind and re-tapping on his waist.
Huh!
Caesar was pulled away and flew out, slamming into the dark red ground in the distance, the smoke and gravel splattered, as if a large-caliber heavy artillery shell smashed in.
"so annoying……"
中 In the dusty smoke, Caesar slowly got up and twisted his neck: "It's been too long, and I can't adapt to the humanoid body ... I don't know how to fight ..."
Wow.
The iron chain wrapped around Monet Barrow was also lifted by it, and drew it to Caesar's head.
Slowed down, you can see that the half of the head of the black-robed man was completely dented, and his cheeks, eyeballs, and mouth were all twisted and deformed. Then he was hit again by a lightning strike and fell into another land.
奈 Monet Barlow moved with his four hoofs to catch up, just rushed halfway and raised the long blade again. A giant claw almost the same size as his head burst out of the smoke and grasped his head fiercely.
"Roar."
Monet Barlow gave a roar, his body leaned forward, and he was pulled forward uncontrollably by a huge force. He tried to lean his body backwards, and his hoofs stepped on four deep trenches on the ground, but he still couldn't. Change the situation.
雾 In the billowing smoke, the mist gradually dispersed, exposing a giant claw with black scales and spines.
"Wait a while."
Caesar grabbed Monet Barlow, his body remained humanoid, only his right arm turned into a scary claw, and he said, rubbing his face with his hands until his face returned to its intact shape, Only then started the next move.
Caesar grasped Monet Barlow's head with one hand, lifted it high, and hung it in the air: "Since the false state can't deal with it, let's release one tenth of the power."
His body is still only about 1.8 meters, but his extended right claw is constantly enlarged to more than ten meters, and even the huge Monet Barlow can be held up. The scene is very weird and quite scary.
Uh ...
Monet Barlow desperately held his giant claws with his arms and blades, but to no avail, releasing Caesar's horror of real power. The two were simply not an order of magnitude compared to their physical counterparts. Body size is similar.
"Is Euclashir in the Hydra?"
Caesar stared at the monster's fierce and violent eyes, and asked, "And how do I get out of here?"
"Dragon, slave."
A mocking false and dying voice came out of Monet Barlow's mouth, and the sentence spit out was like a serpent creeping on the mouth of a dead man, thin and small and terrifyingly fatal: "You think you have won, but in addition to decay, you Nothing, Quill ... "
Alas.
The skull exploded, and the dark green and white pulp and blood flew in all directions. The weight of the huge headless corpse of Monet Barrow fell to the ground, and the sour blood rushed out of the neck like a fountain.
"Even if you don't say ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Caesar retracts his claws and shakes the filth on his hands. The non-nutritive nonsense is one more sentence that kills brain cells:" I don't want to hear other things. "
It didn't take much effort for Caesar to leave this space. As early as a few years ago, his battle with the Lord of Flames Azrielz destroyed a half-plane, which is the real physical space. The potential to form a new world is different here, this place is just a created, fragile half plane.
Caesar took good time, his claws slowly pierced into the fragile void, and made painful ripples. Then, the space in front of Caesar began to dissolve, turning into a dark vortex that absorbed light.
Over time, the perimeter of the hollow began to spread outward.
If you look at it from the perspective of plane observation, you will find a bump in this already unstable space, and then it expands, shatters, and spreads so quickly that it is swallowed up by nothingness and chaos.
The painful will of the space creator is like boiling molten iron, burning each nerve of his own. It realizes that it restricts something that is difficult to control, and this way out of control will cause great harm to itself.
Pleasing, threatening, roaring ... A lot of emotions came to this gradually destroyed space, conveying the wishes to the creators of the disaster, but Caesar still did his part, tore up all this half-plane, and returned to the thorny mountains of Elladia. .
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