National Creation: My world is indescribable

It is difficult to describe the current scene in words, but from the cold frost horror and Lu Ran's fearful gaze, if there really is a so-called hell in the world, it is probably just that.

The warrior of the Xuan Ice Body was twisted alive into a deformed hemosarcoma block.

Creatures caught in madness and fear either abandon their weapons and curl up on the ground, their pupils trembling uncontrollably, murmuring inexplicable and maniacal words.

Either aim your weapon at your former compatriots, and then use the ice sword in your hand to end your own tragic life once and for all.

Leng Shuang and Lu Ran looked at each other, and they could see a touch of fear in each other's pupils.

This was not the end, because the attention was all attracted by the blind foolishness poured into this world by the Eye of Asatos, so that neither of them noticed that a graceful figure was already in the center of the battlefield at this moment.

The famous performance artist Deidara, once said, "Art is an explosion!"

Wang Yuanzhou is noncommittal about this, but if he really sees explosions as a form of visual art presentation.

Then the scene in front of me can only be classified into the category of curiosity.

Fragments and blood fell like sleet.

The bloody smell mixed in the air is enough to make people vomit out stomach acid.

Only the girl in the center of the battlefield, even though she was covered in blood, her demon face showed a bright smile, and her shimmering red eyes showed irrepressible excitement.

And when those eyes cast their gaze on Wang Yuanzhou, they made people see the excitement of a domestic dog seeing its own owner.

Wagging your tail, jumping for a try.

As if to say, "Look at what I'm doing, praise me!" Praise me! "

I wonder if the girl who used to be his fiancée would still have the same decisive determination as when she learned that the change between identities would be so drastic today...

This is no longer known, and the relationship can no longer be reversed, which is based on the laws of the workings of the world, not on the will of the individual.

What he can do now is to give the other person a corresponding response when they need something.

Of course, the premise is that things are done well.

The daughter of the demon ye, who was covered in blood, had quietly returned to Wang Yuanzhou's side at this moment.

She squinted and leaned forward, her face flushed a faint crimson, as if she was craving a reward.

Wang Yuanzhou smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, but did not care about the girl's blood-stained cheeks, and touched it gently, like rewarding the puppy who picked up the lost ball.

But to his surprise, the jade hand that was stained with blood, but still white and delicate as condensed fat, gently put it up, and the sandalwood mouth opened slightly, and actually put two of his fingers into his mouth.

Warm and damp, the dexterous little tongue licked his fingers, and a pair of moving eyes lifted up slightly, staring straight at him without blinking.

Graceful eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, but they showed an intoxicated look, and there was a charm in them.

At this moment, his beautiful face was dyed with an almost enchanting flush.

The corners of Wang Yuanzhou's eyes twitched slightly, and a raging fire suddenly burst out from his body, and a restless frenzy surged up.

He knew what the other party wanted, and the blood gushing after killing was the easiest to arouse instinctive desire, and Wang Yuanzhou understood this.

But he also knows that it's not the time, at least not now.

Patting the other party's blood-stained demon face, he pulled out two wet fingers, and a faint silver thread was outlined from between his lips and fingers.

Wang Yuanzhou took a deep breath, calmed his slightly restless heart, shook his head, signaled the other party to retreat, and turned his gaze to the center of the battlefield again.

All the enemy units in that area exploded into pieces of flesh and blood, but because the juvenile Frost Titan had the ability to lock blood, they were still standing in the center of the battlefield at the moment, but they were extremely weak.

Lu Ran looked at the miserable scene in front of him, and his heart was about to break.

These creatures, which he took care of as the greatest treasure, are now dying.

Anyone who goes up and comes up can end their lives.

With thoughts in his mind, he hurriedly gave the order, and regardless of whether the women next to him were happy or not, he planned to recall the dying juvenile titan.

Creation, through the will of the Creator, can place creatures that have not yet gone to war in any corner of their own world.

But if you want to recall to safety, it depends entirely on the speed of the creature itself.

Although the movement speed of the juvenile Frost Titan was already fast among the giants, it was insignificant for Wang Yuanzhou's capture range that enveloped the entire [World] at every turn.

The eyes closed slightly, and then they opened.

Lu Ran had just given the order to let his creation withdraw, but before he saw the other party move a few steps, he suddenly smashed into every corner of this world like a fall from the sky.

The largest capture of the power of creation is the creator's own world, in other words, none of the hundreds of young Frost Titans escaped from the scope of this terrifying coercion at this moment, and they were all trapped in it.

Lu Ran could not understand what was happening in front of him at the moment, because all this was beyond his own comprehension.

The creature looked pained, constantly beating his head with his fists, kneeling on the ground and prostrate on all fours, showing submission to the boy who sat high above the dark court.

The connection between creation and its Lord is like a broken hemp rope, suddenly broken.

Lu Ran froze in place, his old face giving a layer of death-like gray blackness.

After a moment of silence, he immediately began to roar at Wang Yuanzhou in a hysterical tone, with an almost crazy expression.

"Give it back to me! That's my stuff! My creation! My greatest treasure!

Ignoring the other party's incompetent fury, Wang Yuanzhou set his sights on the creation that had now surrendered to himself.

[Dead Frost Titan (Young)

] [Attribute: Frost] [Creature Level: Gold] [Creature Level: Level 13] [Health: 4000/4000] [Psionic Value: 2000/2000

] [Attack: 150-150] [Defense: 125-125

] [

Ability: Breath of Death, Heavenly Creation Body, God's Creation Blessing]

[Breath of Death: Consume 100 psionic energy points, capture a maximum of 1,000 people, cause ice attribute damage of 125% of attack power to enemy units, high probability of freezing effect, medium probability of instant death effect. Enemy units that receive the Instant Death effect will be resurrected as Frost Death, with a panel half of the Death Frost Titan. The Frost Spirit is not affected by any negative effects and physical damage, and will only be destroyed by killing the Death Frost Titan as the host. 】

【Fallen Heavenly Creation Body: Death Frost Titan is not affected by the biological effects of diamonds and below, reduces physical damage by 25%, reduces various attribute damage by 50%, and is not affected by the immediate death of any creation. 【

Curse of God's Creation: Consuming 100 psionic energy points, the Death Frost Titan can transfer this damage to any unit with the world's maximum capture range when it receives a fatal attack and excessive damage, causing penetrating damage that ignores defenses. 】