The Sealer of the Sword

As a result, just when this idea of ​​Yan Ye appeared, the voice of that mysterious woman appeared in Yan Ye's mind again.

That voice, that unwavering, emotionless voice even in the midst of the devastation of the landmark building in the Accelerated World being split in half...somehow, something inhuman.

But Yan Ye felt a little bit wanting to laugh.

Is this an explanation?

I don't understand where the woman's voice came from, or even who the woman is.

system?impossible.

other players?That simply cannot feel the same as the sound of the system.

System, is it Yui?

Suddenly stunned.

It wasn't that he thought that the voice might be Yui, but Yan Ye thought that it was man-made.

Yui is indeed a kind of intelligent AI, but no matter what it is, it is artificial.

Then this is also a game, Archangel Metatron should also be a kind of artificial AI.

It doesn't matter whether it is a monster AI or an intelligent AI, as long as it is made by humans, it will be understood.

Man-made, it is of course impossible to prevent players from defeating, ≮Alternative: ΓГL﹥≯ Of course, there will also be a way to defeat Archangel Metatron.

If you let yourself do it-

Yan Ye was stunned again.

Because the moment he had this idea, he suddenly felt that if he wanted to make the strongest monster setting in his heart, he would not be compatible with the archangel Metatron.

It can only be attacked in a specific field, and other fields can negate any attack, whether it is a physical attack or a magic attack.

And on the specific field that can attack it, its ability value will also increase.

Then the only way to defeat it——

There is only a slim chance of risking the group's destruction.

So--

Is there any way for Archangel Metatron to destroy them?

laser.

Thinking of this moment, Yan Ye squinted his eyes directly and looked at the Archangel Metatron in the distance, his line of sight directly from the moment——

Hawkeye.

The structure-like substance flashed by before his eyes, until it covered the distant Archangel Metatron—

An exceptionally bright white light just appeared on the center of Archangel Metatron's spherical head...

There, is the mouth that emits the laser light.

Just kidding...

When he saw that Archangel Metatron's weakness really merged with what he thought, Yan Ye didn't know what to say.

[Yes, that's right there]

The voice appeared in Yan Ye's mind again.

But now Yan Ye didn't care about it, but when he glanced at Archangel Metatron again, he stepped on his toes and rushed up again!

Laser, no, it should be called the Trinity now.

When Yan Ye stepped back into the attack range of Archangel Metatron, he saw the Three Holy Hymns swept in again.

Stepping on a few empty cicadas, while avoiding the three sacred hymns, while relying on the principle of the slowest end of a straight line at a long distance, Yan Ye was rubbing the three sacred hymns and passing by——

Again, hold the small dagger in your hand.

Arriving in front of Xiong and aiming at the center of Archangel Metatron's spherical head, Yan Ye suddenly shouted: "God Killing Gun!!!"

The hot white light penetrated the origin at the center of Archangel Metatron's spherical head at that moment.

The three holy hymns that were about to touch his body suddenly stopped at 0.1.

Something happened.

Neither the explosion nor the roar appeared, but the sharp blade on the center of Archangel Metatron's spherical head, which should have penetrated the center of the spherical head, came with the feeling of penetrating something small.

The pouring beam of light slowly attenuated.

The laser beside him began to weaken little by little.Weakened, weakened again, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The pure white light that filled the vision, and the vibrations that filled the hearing, disappeared completely as if they were fake.

No, more than that.

There was an incredible sound, as if a large piece of ice began to melt rapidly.

Squeak, squeak, the voice slowly grew louder with an ominous premonition.

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