The Endless Shuttle

In the last battle, it was this pair of weapons that broke up the incarnation, and he didn't plan to take another mighty attack from the King of God.

Just as he was about to use another method, a low voice came from behind Velesrana.

"Second stage charge! Reload: Aphoom Flame (Aphoom Flame)!"

"!?"

In an instant, the military **** completed the transformation of his incarnation.

The avatar of "Phoenix" began to exert its effect, as if from a space jump, Welles Lana disappeared from Rope, and reappeared in the distance.

——That is just an illusion caused by too fast.

The gray flame of the muzzle lost its target and exploded in the air like fireworks, scattered into the river water.

After the water flow came into contact with the gray inflammation, not only did it not produce hot steam, but instead it froze the river water and continued to spread to the surroundings. In a blink of an eye, Rope's feet turned into a diamond-like ice surface.

"When you use it, is there no interval between the release of the avatar?"

Rope held the blue rose in his right hand and looked at Wellers Lana indifferently.

"Next time you won't let you escape so easily. I will speed up to the same level as you. Don't let me seize the opportunity."

"...Is my "goat" that weak? You don't even need defense. "Wellers Lana asked a little bit distressedly.

"Unfortunately, I am immune to Thunder."

Rope seemed to be trying to prove it, crushing the Razer that was draped on him, but there was nothing he could do.

Chapter 59 The War Heats Up

"Well done devil! Let the old man join in! Frustrate this arrogant spirit!"

As if echoing Ropeyao, Mekal also uttered a roar of battle.

"Yagrush! Aymur! Following me, the pair of weapons for my minions, and chasing down the Eastern military god! Let him know the power of my anger!"

"Cut...! King Merka!"

For the first time, Wellers Lana's beauty was distorted by anxiety.

At a speed that humans cannot see with the naked eye, two sticks-Yagrush and Aymur rushed into the sky.

One of them approached from directly above like lightning. The other one struck from behind like a bird.

Wellers Lana jumped high and turned into a "strong wind". However, the two sticks are like knowing the position, they cooperate ingeniously, chase, and never stop without knocking down the enemy!

"Hahaha, run away embarrassed!"

As the **** of victory turned into a storm, Mekal laughed like a breath of malice.

But he couldn't laugh soon anymore--

In front of Mekal, the frozen river trembling, separated countless thorns of ice crystals, and surrounded the tall God King with a three-hundred and sixty-five-degree formation with no dead ends.

Needless to say, just by looking at the shining cold light, you know that these ice thorns are sharp arrows capable of piercing the divine body!

"Don't forget, Mekar, you are also within my hunting range!"

Rope slammed his right arm down, and the Ice Spikes wanted to get the order and generally launched a charge towards Mekal.

The latter hurriedly used his divine power to raise the golden protective cover, sheltering himself in it.

——Although Mekal is a heroic **** who slaughters dragons and snakes, he does not have the element of "steel", and of course he does not have the iconic immortality of the **** of steel.

"Storm! Turn into a sharp blade!"

When all the surrounding ice thorns disappeared, Mekal used his authority to blow a strong wind.

He also saw the attack of Velesrana just now. Thunder was ineffective against the demon in front of him, so he gave up the strongest Thunder Spear and tried his best to output wind pressure.

The storm was as sharp as a knife, rotating and cutting off a hillside before it hit Rope.

"——I will only sleep peacefully under the death of my choice! Here, I refuse any form of harm, and all forces that intend to harm me will be isolated by an oath and cannot invade!"

Using the second power-"Guardian Oath", Rope refused the cutting of the storm and rushed forward against the breath of air.

"This feeling... the hero of steel!?"

As a heroic god, Mekal immediately noticed the origin of Rope's power.

His complexion changed, and he quickly used his ability to be the **** of agriculture, and gave birth to a towering tree under his feet, lifting his huge body into the sky.

"Intrinsic time imperial control-ten times the speed."

How could Rope let him escape? Following the trees, he drove his accelerated body towards Mecal.

The distance between the two was fleeting. Although the dragon slayer was in a blind spot of vision, the warrior's instinct still made him open the palm of his hand and clenched Rope's fist tightly.

But Rope has more than two hands!

Crazy Hell is like a TV image, appearing beside Mekal, countless nail fists are thrown down, and fists fall on every point on his chest armor.

Click!

After a weird sound, Mekal not only shattered his armor, but also smashed people into the glacier.

"Hmm! Brat..."

Frustrated and painful, Mekal climbed out of the glacier, stretched out his palm and shouted.

"The Legion of the Hades! The deserted locusts! Order you in the name of Mekal to drown the enemy in front of you! Drag him into the icy abyss!"

From the ground, the dead climbed out of the glacier in ragged clothes, and the sky was dark, and bloodthirsty monsters flew like clouds!

It only takes a glance to see that these existences are nothing but miscellaneous fish for Mekal to delay time.

The dragon slayer is quite distressed now. His two most powerful weapons are fighting against Velesrana, and the storm and thunder have no effect on the demon in front of him, let alone the others, because the fields involved are too wide. Too complicated, Mekal does not have a hole card that can be used at the bottom of the box.

Just as he was distressed by Rope's coping method, a voice of worsening came from the sky.

The military **** of the east stopped escaping, carrying an incarnation wheel on his back, exuding brilliance like a little sun.

"Language is light. Words are light. So light, words are my sword and my blade!"

In his hand, countless smiling lights gathered into a sword.

The curved body of the sword, with Persian holy characters engraved on the back of the sword, that is the strongest means by Velesrana as the **** of victory.