With Little Eight's reminder, the tri-colored eyes on Grimm's face lit up.
On the other side, although Prometheus did not know about Little Eight's ability, judging from the fecal contamination on his body and Little Eight's action of plucking one of his feathers, it was definitely not a good thing.
Make a prompt decision!
Swoosh, swoosh. Two crystal coffins stood side by side. At the same time, one of them opened its mouth and spat out a wriggling "flesh flame". Thousands of tentacles spread out. The mechanical structure on the chest of the other one opened, and a spinning paper flower appeared.
These Prometheus doppelgangers seemed to have different abilities.
The only Prometheus doppelganger that broke out of the coffin opened its hand, and the metal cube fragment turned into a lightsaber. After a violent space-time fluctuation, the doppelganger flashed and appeared in front of Grimm. The metal cube lightsaber slashed down from the sky!
"Hehehehe …"
Circadian Wings flapped, and Grimm flew backward, no longer confronting it head-on. He laughed sinisterly and said in a low voice, "If it's a doppelganger, I have a few to play with, old senior! Since old senior refuses to succumb to the rules of the Sorcerer King, then I have no choice but to show some of my true abilities! "
The skin under Grimm's bone spurs wriggled as if it was splitting itself, one into two, two into four, and finally three doppelgangers of the Origin of Destruction with different expressions appeared in front of Prometheus.
"Wahahaha, stop them! Buy some time for me and your real bodies. "
Little Eight shouted on Grimm's shoulder as he retreated. The Star of Annihilation Great Witchcraft continued, and one super destructive thunderball after another fell from the sky. It seemed that it would not take long for the enemy's army to be wiped out under the bombardment of Grimm's Star of Annihilation Great Witchcraft and the advance of the Skeleton Legion and Robot Legion.
The four clones of the Origin of Annihilation looked at the three clones of Prometheus. Seeing that Prometheus had used Hyperspace Travel to ignore them and leap past them, the clones of the Origin of Annihilation, who originally had different expressions on their faces, began to sneer.
"Level 7 Wild Instinct, Human Ancestor True Body, activate!"
The four silhouettes expanded rapidly, becoming larger and larger. From the initial Wild Instinct to the Ivory Armor, followed by the Barbaric Giant, they were strengthened layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, they had reached a height of ten thousand meters. They had the strength to pick up mountains, and their auras were matchless. Their rough palms were the embodiment of the mountains of the Sorcerer Continent, their feet were the will of the rock strata of the Sorcerer Continent, and their bodies were nurtured by the soil, mountains, and rivers of the Sorcerer World. Power ripples mixed with vitality spread out in the void.
At this moment, the three Phumerosius doppelgangers had already bypassed the Root of Annihilation by relying on the space-time ability and were stuck in front of the retreating Grimm and Little Eight.
The metal Rubik's Cube Light Sword, the strange and unknown flesh flames, the rapidly spinning paper flowers, and the two crystal coffins that were comparable to Absolute Defense made even Grimm feel helpless. He waved his Staff of Truth Balance repeatedly, but he could not find the time to cast a curse.
"Ah! Damn it! There's something wrong with that flesh flame. It seems to be the blood essence of the Ancient Alien King! "
Little Eight shouted, "The Ancient Alien King is the foundation of the Sorcerer's Curse Witchcraft. Legend has it that the Ancient Alien King has the ability to be immune to the influence of mysterious power! Damn it, what's the point of cursing? Beast Grimm, think of something! "
Grimm looked over. The strange flesh flame had such an origin. He had thought it was just a wizard tool that could increase the attack power of flesh and blood creatures.
As for the spinning paper flower, it seemed to have something to do with the paper doll that Grimm met in the Dimensional Esophagus. It also had some special effects of Grimm's Rule of Day, which constantly blocked Grimm's Rule of Blessing.
Under its influence, Grimm's attack power dropped by at least three million degrees, and the Mana Empowerment of the perpetual motion machine seemed to be stagnant.
"Okay, got it."
After responding, Grimm's tri-colored eyes blinked, and he immediately thought of a way to deal with it. As he flew back, there was also a space-time fluctuation, and the Grateful Clone suddenly appeared in front of Grimm.
The Grateful Clone carried the Nine Return to One Sword on his back, and wore tattered clothes, looking like a wandering poet. This style of dressing was once quite popular in the Sorcerer World, but as the Sorcerer World's primitive humans gradually went extinct and were replaced by the Sorcerer Race, this style of dressing became really strange.
At this moment, the Grateful Clone was summoned by Grimm, and was slightly at a loss. However, he still immediately pulled out the Nine Return to One Sword, and in an instant, billions of flying needles filled the sky, covering the earth and sky with astonishing power.
Behind the Grateful Clone, Grimm's main body said, "Please rest in the Forgotten World's Deep Seal for a while."
Having said that, Grimm waved his Truth Balance Magic Staff. As the Light of Balance pierced through the clone of Thanksgiving, it connected with the clone of Prometheus who was in the crystal coffin. A gigantic illusion of a scale gradually appeared between the two.
The Grateful Clone was startled for a moment, but then he understood and stopped struggling. On the contrary, the expression of the Primordial Alien King's Blood Essence Flesh Flame changed drastically, and it kept struggling, but it was to no avail.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh …
Grimm flipped through the pages of the Book of Truth. With his current mastery of the Forgotten World, it only took him a moment to seal any creature that was below the level of a Lord. As the gray, absurd, silent, and cold aura of the Forgotten World emanated from the top of the Grateful Clone's head, a crack extended. The Grateful Clone allowed droplets of stinky sweat to envelop him as he was gradually dragged into this illusory and absurd world.
"Ah …"
Even though the Primordial Alien King's Blood Essence Flesh Flame was still in the crystal coffin, it could not stop the Light of Balance's Equivalent Balance Law, and was also dragged into the Forgotten World.
As they were both powerful clones of the Supreme Ruler, Grimm used the Grateful Clone as the price to forcibly seal the Primordial Alien King's Blood Essence Flesh Flame.
On the other side.
The four clones of the Ancestor of Destruction slowly shouted in a low voice, "Level 8 Wild Instinct, Sorcerer Ancestor's True Body, open!"
If one were to say that the clumsy attacks of the Human Ancestor's real body could be ignored by Prometheus' Spacetime Energy, then at this moment, with the appearance of the Sorcerer Ancestor's real body that Grimm had created in the history of the Sorcerers World, the remaining two Prometheus clones in the void could feel the strange changes in the surrounding Spacetime Law. They could not help but stare at it as well.
On the surface, the four clones still looked like the Giant Ancestor's True Body.
However, the strange thing was that these "Primordial Ancestor's" clones casually waved their hands in the void and turned the void's power into elemental power. At this moment, the four Sorcerer Ancestor's clones were continuously gathering elemental power from the void, forming a layer of elemental clothing on their magnificent bodies.
The space-time freezing that Primordial Ancestor's clones felt was obviously coming from these Sorcerer Ancestor's clones.
The Sorcerer Ancestor's clones had the ability to change the nature of the laws!
"You actually … No, no, it's because of these milky white spots of light from the Staff of Truth Balance. You're using the power of the Sorcerer World!"
Grimm did not pay attention to Primordial Ancestor's words. Instead, as he distanced himself from Primordial Ancestor, he and Little Eight, who was on his shoulder, started chanting even louder.
At the same time, the metal robot army on the vast battlefield was also withdrawing, heading towards Primordial Ancestor's location.
The main body did not have time to respond, but that did not mean that the clones were the same.
"You want to fight with just three clones? You've underestimated us!"
Grimm's words were spoken on behalf of the clones. The four Sorcerer Ancestor's clones, just like Primordial Ancestor's True Body, inserted one hand into the void, changed the laws of space, distorted the power of space and time, and stepped in.
They appeared around him, surrounding the two Primordial Ancestor's clones.
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