The Endless Shuttle

Standing up, he was covered with a layer of brilliance. The blond hair grows like tassels down to the waist. The white plaid shirt on the upper body was replaced with a gray Nordic aristocratic classic robe, the feet were laced shoes made of gold, and two white-gold flames appeared out of nowhere above the shoulders.

Loki-the form of the **** of disobedience!

Instead of spending time and careful thinking about countermeasures, it is better to leave the body to instinct. Desperately looking for light in a desperate situation, isn't this the most exciting game!

"Srepnil!"

Calling his child loudly, the eight-legged steed suddenly appeared from the space, humped Loki, and flew like a gust of wind into the deeper darkness of the sewer.

Xema didn't stop Loki, but just stared at it with his third eye.

Afterwards, he opened his mouth and said:

"Sena, are you ready for the second half of the "melting pot"? "

"It was over fifteen minutes ago. I have painted all the runes you asked me to draw on the designated places."

Above the sewer, water-like ripples appeared on the wall, and Xema's disciple Senna got her head out of it, looking at her master with a complicated expression.

In order to protect the young beast, Xmar carefully buried her at the bottom of the barrier to avoid the ashes burnt by Rocky.

""God of Fire" "God of Evil" "God of Mischief" Loki...Master, are all your goals for him? The magician actually preyed on the gods..."

She finally had a clear understanding of the power of her master.

Ordinary people, no, even the power that the heroes of the inner world can't reach for a lifetime, is now beckoning like oneself? Senna's heart trembled fiercely.

What is more fascinating than poppies is "power"...the power that can control destiny.

"We are the occultists, the occultists of the Cthulhu family, how many times have you said that you can understand... Forget it, just watch it in the depths. What I can do now depends on your qualifications as long as you study hard. It can be done in the future."

"Hunting gods like this to you?" Sena asked.

"As long as you want, and if you have enough ability."

Sena nodded silently, retracted back into the depths of the "Death Star Furnace", paying attention to the battle between the occultist and the gods.

Xma pointed the wall with her index finger in black leather gloves, and the four adapted "Shadow Rocky" moved in a twisted and stiff posture.

The magic power was greatly lost, but the shadows' movements became smoother and smoother.

After the warm-up, except for the previous dress and the cold expressionless face who still maintained the gray coat, the actions of the Shadow Rockies were no different from the real Rockies.

Taking a step forward, the four shadows chased in the direction of Loki's escape.

While running, their body shapes flicker and disappear in Xmar’s vision, and Loki’s "existence" power is perfectly inherited by the shadows, and they begin to launch purposefully, affecting all present, including Loki’s perception. .

At the same time, Xma was about to follow, and began to move towards Loki's "cemetery".

——The last piece of loess must be covered by him.

Beyond common sense is for God. If this sly Vulcan is really allowed to find the flaws and break through his own clones one by one with the uncertainty of the unconvincing god, maybe the situation will really be reversed.

Xema won't give him this opportunity.

If you can launch the "White Gospel", maybe you don't have to prepare for the "Death Star Melting Pot" so troublesome...Xima thought with regret.

Without Rope, he can't do anything.

Both "Nightmare Plunder" and "White Gospel" are Rope's abilities. Even if he acts as a stand-in, he has no right to use the reflection of the soul and the blessings of the evil gods.

"Immediately, soon... "Go home"... Then, don't use this magical technique anymore..." With a wry smile, Xema temporarily closed her third eye to rest.

Roygel and Zal's divine art "Two Beings" is not free for Xema.

But the pain of rootless duckweed.

Chapter 186 The Battle of Fire and Fire

In the dark, the horse is galloping.

With eight-legged gray temples, the **** is beautiful and handsome. It once supported the king of the gods from the sky to the ocean, and back and forth between the kingdom of the dead and the world. It is the fastest horse in Norse mythology.

Vulcan was once transformed into a mare and giant Mawadirfali, gave birth to it, and dedicated it to Odin.

Therefore, Loki is both its mother and its father, and Srepnil obeys Loki as a subordinate **** to provide him with the most superior mobility.

But now, it seems that this mobility is not at all useful in this activated tunnel.

After running for a long time, Loki, who realized that something was wrong, ordered the child under him: "Stop! Srepnil."

The gray steed immediately stopped running.

"Sizzle Yu-"

Slightly bent down his horse's hoof to make it easier for Loki to get off his back. Srepnil's divine eyes began to alert the surroundings, preventing any enemy from approaching in secret.

"Sure enough...repeating spatial circulation."

Loki stroked the wall, the **** lines that hadn't dried out had merged with the cement wall, and the dreamy and gloomy light shone on Vulcan's handsome cheeks.

Srepnil is the fastest horse. Even if Loki's own strength is weakened, it can't show the "swift speed" characteristics, but the short sewers in a town can't trap them for so long.

The only explanation is that this enchantment technique has the effect of "space circulation"-no matter how you move forward, you just stay in place.

"what……"

The blond disobedient **** rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. "It's foolproof... Srepnier, we intend to rely on your speed to delay time. The power to kill the conjurer before my power runs out has been calculated. In this way, there is no other way than head-to-head. Ah. I hate it, especially if I fight with myself-four!!!"

Loki stretched out four fingers and exaggeratedly said to Srepnil.

"It's out of play, right? It's definitely out of play, right? When I was in full strength, I was sure to fight those puppets, but now it's dead. No one knows how tricky my "existence" power is. No one knows better than me. ! "

"Yu..."

"Cut, you are always such an optimistic silly boy."

Loki said disgustingly: "Yes, yes, I know that "the gods have no immortality." The Twilight of the Gods is the fate of the Nordic gods for me, and hundreds of years are indeed enough. But don't you feel uncomfortable if you are killed by a mortal so aggrieved? "

His power is more than that.

Megatron Nordic gods, even Odin, the "Vulcan" that can't be ignored, has been repeatedly weakened and flees again and again, and even the benefits are not derived from the spell called "Xma". Loki was very angry with the teacher.

Srepnil stopped talking. Knowing his father's personality, he knew that in a very urgent moment, as long as you take Loki's words, then it will immediately be endless complaints.

Sure enough, after a while, seeing his child stopped talking, Loki closed his mouth boredly.

"Stupid kid who won't ease the atmosphere..."