Crack!
The sound of a hard rock being crushed could be heard in the air.
Tenth Prime — King Star Vader's entire left arm was bitten off, and there was an extremely exaggerated bite mark on his shoulder.
After all, Vader's body was made of a special meteorite. In terms of hardness, it could be said to be one of the best among the Primes.
For such a meteorite body to be crushed by the extremely invasive metal teeth, it could only mean one thing. Every attack of the other party was imbued with a Mythical law. Normal hardness was no longer effective in the face of such power.
Immediately following that, a loud impact sounded in the air …
Vader, whose left arm had been completely bitten off, took a punch head-on! His body was like a miniature meteorite as it slammed into the street.
Before the impact happened, a few tentacles that looked like molten iron drilled through Vader's rocky skin and appeared outside his body, trying to reduce the impact of the impact as much as possible.
Even so, a large amount of Core Fluid still seeped out of his body.
"Vader!"
The Mythical Celestial Body floating above London had been paying attention to the situation. Seeing that Vader was severely injured, the entire Celestial Body had a tendency to move downwards.
To its surprise, Vader's weak voice sounded.
"Mr. Adros, everyone is trying their best to maintain the current situation … Since we've already persevered this far, please let me continue persevering. I don't want to affect the progress of the war because of my personal reasons."
"The value of your existence isn't lower than this game. If I judge that your life is in danger, I'll immediately intervene."
"Alright … I'll work hard.
Besides, the one who's in real danger isn't me. "
Vader cast his gaze towards the area where cold light and cold air were emanating.
The enemy Mythical Body's target wasn't him, but Aslan, who had caused direct damage.
Boom!
The heavy mechanical body that was surrounded by cables landed heavily in front of Aslan.
Aslan was lying sideways on the ground, her palm covering her abdomen in an injured posture … Of course, it was only a deliberate act. The wound on her abdomen that had been bitten open had been completely healed using an ancient mystic technique.
However …
Even if she could successfully launch a sneak attack, Aslan couldn't think of a way to win.
Although she still had a trump card, if she were to use it now, it would only buy time. It wouldn't be of much help to the overall situation.
"When I failed to successfully stop this Mythical Body's upgrade process, it already foreshadowed my defeat … Can I only choose to escape? If you can't survive, then everything is meaningless.]
Under the mask, Aslan's eyes were filled with unwillingness … This was not the result he wanted.
At the same time, the Causal Program-Merovinga's insults sounded again.
"You stupid white pig, how dare you stop me from leveling up! Thanks to you, my new body has a flaw, and I need to pay a huge price to repair it.
I will first incapacitate you and then kill your friends one by one. "
The mechanical arm, which was covered in thin cables, carried a mythical power and pointed straight at Aslan.
A perfect escape plan had already been devised in Aslan's mind. A gush of 'Qi' that contained an extreme coldness had already accumulated in her throat.
Cold air was seeping out from between his teeth. Just as he was about to spit it out, a voice was heard.
"Who do you want to kill?"
Immediately after, Aslan's mouth went out of control and was forcefully expanded by an external force. A twisted and strange black shadow crawled out from within … Before the opponent's attack arrived, Aslan stretched out his hand and caught it!
Clang!
A shockwave spread out in all directions.
The mythical creature's attack was blocked head-on. No matter if it was the impact, the bite, or the invasion of the cables, they were all ineffective.
"It's really cold ~ Aslan, if I had known earlier, I would have crawled out from other parts …"
Aslan quickly swallowed the cold air that had accumulated in his mouth and raised his head to look at the black shadow in front of him.
In an instant, he actually felt like he was looking directly into an abyss. Moreover, it was an ancient abyss with black fingernails embedded in the walls.
"Grimm, you!"
In the previous original game, Grimm had never been in such a state.
The most primitive sense of fear scared Aslan so much that he quickly retreated. It was even more dangerous than facing the mythical creature directly.
"Aslan, I remember that you still have a move that you haven't used … It burned me very painfully in the game."
"Didn't I wait for you to come back before I consider using it?" Although Aslan did not lose in terms of tone, his body was retreating as much as possible.
"Then you have to look at the right timing and target, don't drag me into it."
Both of them used the ancient language of the Hybrid Demons to communicate quickly. It did not affect the battle in front of them.
The Causal Program-Merovinga stared at the young man who had reappeared in front of him. His mechanical eyes were filled with astonishment. When he tried to use the scanning program to read the information, all he got was a bunch of garbled codes.
[Returning Blade]
"Miss Lyle" was not only a legendary weapon that was tailor-made for Grimm. Its internal consciousness was also absolutely loyal, trusting, and even 'falling in love' with Grimm.
Both of their consciousnesses had undergone many deep intertwining, and the degree of intertwining was constantly increasing.
Now, Grimm was able to unleash the full potential of the weapon.
It was no longer a simple external use, but a perfect integration into the body and the body.
The form had changed.
1. The black and white suit had turned into a loose sleeveless windbreaker.
2. Pieces of delicate and strong 'fingernails' that were compressed to the size of rice grains were arranged on the surface of Grimm's body, forming the hand armor (black on the arm) and the foot armor (black below the knee).
It was this kind of armor that allowed Grimm to catch the opponent's attack with his bare hands. The hardness provided by the mythical weapon blocked the mechanical invasion.
Not only that.
3. The 'holes' that were once distributed all over Grimm's body were now all gathered at one point, forming a horrifying abyss opening in his abdomen. It was also this feature that scared Aslan into retreating.
4. The nerve threads that extended from the back of his head looked like a 'braid', and the end was connected to a long black sword with eyes.
Grimm no longer needed to take the initiative to slash, this long sword could perfectly coordinate with Grimm's attack according to the battle rhythm.
Cause Program – Merovinga recognized the young man in front of him at a glance, and asked curiously:
"How did you recover? My causal attack caused enough damage to your soul every time, and even almost crushed your consciousness. "
"It's very simple, eating a few Mantis Demons of the same level can quickly replenish it … Because of this battle, I've almost finished all the 'snacks' I brought, it really hurts."
As Grimm said this, he slowly clenched his black fist, and the sound of his fingernails rubbing and compressing could be clearly heard.
However, just before Grimm swung his fist.
The fist that was imbued with mythical power arrived in front of him first … right in the middle of his face.
Crack! A crisp sound spread in all directions.
More than ten pieces of fingernails that were still attached to flesh and blood scattered in all directions.
Grimm was not sent flying, he stood still on the spot, only his head was tilted 180 degrees.
The area that was hit by the fist was covered with black fingernails in advance, greatly weakening the attack, and at the same time preventing the invasion of the cable.
Crack crack crack ~ Along with the sound of his neck vertebrae, Grimm turned his head back to its original position, and said excitedly:
"That's fast, much faster than before! And the strength and invasiveness are much stronger, really strong! Come … let's fight each other! "
After saying that.
Grimm also swung his fist heavily, Merovinga on the opposite side did not do any defense, and forcefully received it through the force field formed by his face.
Just like that.
For a moment, the two of them were inseparable in a "fighting state", from one end of the street to the other … The buildings along the way were all destroyed, and the nearby space was cut open with several openings that were difficult to heal.
"Grimm, this guy can actually fight with mythical beings!"
Aslan stared at the fighting scene in front of him, gritting his teeth.
Although he was very unwilling … unwilling to accept the gap between him and Grimm, deep in his heart, he hoped that Grimm could continue to persevere.
Crack! The other 'flint' in his hand was crushed.
Different from the "Absolute Zero Gun" from before, this flint corresponded to a pair of ordinary white gloves.
The moment Aslan put on the gloves, his entire aura changed.
A strange ice flame appeared in his eyes.
"Victory or defeat depends on this …"
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