The Endless Shuttle

And in this space, the only thing that is moving fast, is Luopei's body and the Brahma magic weapon she is shedding!

"So fast…"

Not only the enemy's attack, but the huge spell power brought by Ropego's spirit also quickly lost in this mode, and his skin also began to shatter in pieces like the last time he played against Bassatan.

-The so-called extreme acceleration is the maximum output that the body can withstand.

You must draw Vishimora into the white gospel before Naguki can touch him!

Luo Pei's eyes condensed. When the Brahma magic weapon was only about one centimeter away from him, he speeded up again and went further into the sky, trying to temporarily get rid of the Brahma magic weapon with the help of inertia.

But this treasure is not extraordinary. The long pestle, hand-made by the "God of Dance and Destruction", will never stop without hitting the target after being produced by the superb skills of the God of Steel. It will always remain vigorous and vigorous. powerful!

After passing by with Rope, Nagaki ignored physical inertia and chased him towards the sky at a right angle of ninety degrees.

Realizing that it was impossible to circumvent this attack by speed, Rope, rarely, said a prayer to the gods for the first time.

"—Respected and great one, please bless me in the secret of time and save me from the disaster of destruction!"

You know, even with the help of Hasta last time, Rope has not been so respectful. The reason is that the person to be requested this time is too noble, even if it is slightly better than Nyaratotip. All in one—

Only when infinitely close to the end of time, can Luo Pei use the knowledge of the "Book of the Necromancer" in his soul to get on the line with the cold existence.

—Yug Sotos.

If the Cthulhu **** system is a company, then the ‘head of the devil’ Asathos is the chairman, responsible for being the mascot and supreme leader. ‘Crawling Chaos’ Nyarlatotep is the Secretary-General and is responsible for conveying the leadership’s orders. The ‘Mother of the Black Goat’, Sab. Nicholas, is the general manager, responsible for the ‘increasing’ issue within the **** system.

But the "all things one" is different from Yug Sotos. As the ruler of time, space, and all mysteries, he is undoubtedly the second in command of the Cthulhu myth and holds an important position as the president.

In the same way, he is also a very high-cold boss...maybe a little windy?

Even Rope is not sure if the other party will help him, so he can only try it tentatively. If not, he will instantly request Hasta’s divine support-even if he has many life-saving skills, he will never let one The strongest attack of the Steel Warrior hit himself.

—That's too dangerous.

Facts proved that Rope was still too worried.

Yogg Sotos heard his prayer, and assigned a little of his insignificant power to the favored man.

Colorful bubbles squeezed out of the space, and Rope spread behind him.

That gorgeous, time-like color has taken away all the beauty in the world. After Vishimo's Brahma magic weapon hit the bubbles, it was weirdly swallowed in, running around like headless flies in the bubbles, but couldn't break free.

-of course.

The body of the avatar of Yogg Sotos, "The Time of Fury," Yafogomon’s body is composed of phased spaces one by one, manifesting in the form of bubbles. Any existence, even a god, may be lost in his avatar. In, not to mention the gods of the world's gods in a small area.

"Praise your Majesty Yogg Sotosi!"

Looking at the sacred tool trapped by the One of All Things, Rope speeded up and came to the front of the Valkyrie of Steel. The white substitute appeared and touched his body with the palm of his hand.

"Crazy hell. White Gospel!"

So many things happened, I am afraid it was only a blink of an eye for Vishimo.

After he shot the arrow, he came to a place that was so strange that it made people stand up-the pure white nursing home.

"here is…"

Vishimo wanted to use divine power subconsciously, but was surprised to find that his divinity and power were infinitely weakening.

"The gods are attached to and detached from myths. As long as you cut off your connection with the myths and legends, there will be no huge power. Don't bother, this is not in the world."

Luo Pei sat on the roof, looking down at the steel **** of war.

Coming to fight at his home court, and cut off the opponent's source of strength, there is no suspense about the outcome of this duel.

"... King Raksha, you have to admit that your skills are even better."

After understanding his situation, Vishimo not only was not afraid, but showed a relieved smile.

But this was not a sign to sit still. He dismissed the longbow, and Indra's divine sword appeared in his hand, but there was no golden thunder attached to it.

"Come on! The Son of Ganges is here! Use your hands to take my life! If you are the winner, you deserve my curse and blessing!"

Pishimo's voice was agitated, and Luo Pei's expression was solemnly silent.

"It is a pity that you, a great hero, should die like this." He said respectfully and regretfully.

"My relationship with you is too bad. If you are the King of Swords, you will definitely enjoy the pleasure of sword-blade intersection, right? Sorry, I've been a sensible spellcaster from beginning to end, close combat. It's just forced by hobbies and the situation, and it's hard to talk about proficiency."

"If you win, you win, where is so much nonsense."

Vishimo said disdainfully. "A person's skills and abilities belong to him. Exhausting all his abilities to defeat his opponent is something to be proud of. How can I regret it!"

"Then please forgive me—"

Bowing to the great son of Ganges, Rope disappeared from the roof.

At the same time, countless monsters flooded from all sides of Vishima.

Some are obese, some are decayed, some are scalpels, some are four-eyed and eight-legged, and some are twisted. There are people who are huge and hateful...

Without exception, they were all monsters born in the White Gospel, and after obtaining the command of the master, they attacked the only normal person present-Vishimo.

Each of them possesses the ability of ‘five hits to kill’ and ‘tearing’. Only when wounds are caused by their attacks, then the rules of the world will be activated to cut off one of Vishma's vision, hearing, touch, legs, and physical strength. When the wound is full of five, then the gods will come. It will be killed.

"Really, is this my end?"

Vishimo looked at the monsters around and sighed with regret.

Afterwards, he swung his knife forward and fought with the cursed ones.

-The heroic **** of steel, even if he is dead, he must leave in battle!

Chapter 36 The Body of Steel, the Spirit of Resisting Death

‘The **** of disobedience is dead. ’

In the White Nursing Home, Luo Pei is sitting in the dean's office with his eyes closed and rested, relieving the mental fatigue that has just gone through the battle.

"Well, I'm watching."

Luo Pei opened his eyes and said in a tone of approval: "Killing three hundred and forty-seven monsters, this is still in the case of being gradually deprived of sight, hearing, touch, mobility, and physical strength. The God of Steel really deserves its reputation. "

The monster in his white gospel is not a good stubble. Under the same circumstances, it is very likely to be comparable to the superior race. Not to mention that as long as a wound is drawn, it will make Vishimo's already weak body worse.

Under this circumstance, he could kill more than three hundred with his own martial arts, which was beyond the scope of common sense to achieve miracles.