I'm playing Yuanshin in Tivat!

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[In the worst case, Wendy, the God of Wind, is afraid of Twarin, and no one can stop the arrival of Dekarapian. The forces of the abyss have always acted crazily, even more crazily than everyone imagined. 】

[After the return of the demon god, what kind of attack method can cause the greatest damage to Mond? 】

Lu Kong took a breath.

【Exploding】

At a certain moment, Lu Kong finished his long essay, stretched his waist quite easily, picked up the thin tile, and gently pushed open the thin wooden door.

Soon, she came back disheartened.

Lu Kong brought back a bag, put the typewriter in it, and carried it on his back, which gave him a lovely sense of déjà vu.

That's right.

The amount of information is too little, so she decided to compile it now.

Chapter 63: Everything is Controllable

Typewriters also make rattling noises.

When carrying the small schoolbag, Lu Kong thought of a lot of messy things. To be on the safe side, she stretched her hand back, took the Canggu Freedom Oath, which represented resistance, and went straight to the Fenglong ruins.

I have to say that the Abyss Cult is really considerate of choosing this place as the battlefield.

Free Monds may appear anywhere, except that they will not go to the ruins of Fenglong, where there are turbulent winds and invisible barriers formed by disordered airflows, and there are relics and heavy machines guarding the entrance. Very risky place.

Even if they managed to get in, they could only see pieces of ruins and endless wastelands. The Mond people hated such monotonous things the most.

"Out of Mond City, all the way west."

Talking to himself, Lu Kong walked through Qingquan Town, which is famous for its hunting and meat delicacies, and finally arrived at the destination through a narrow intersection formed by two thick mountain ridges.

Lu Kong stepped on the solid ground and couldn't help but look up.

Twalin, the dragon of the east wind, has such a huge body that it can block out the sky and the sun. He flapped his wings and flew up and down, bringing up bursts of frenzied airflow, and from time to time let out two violent roars.

It has to be said that compared with Twarin, Fengshen flying around him is like an inconspicuous mosquito.

Presumably at this moment, in Twalin's ears, the clear sound of the zither sounding from time to time is no different from the buzzing of the text?

Wendy turned sideways slightly, avoiding the attack like a falling leaf. While the air current pushed him to move, his eyes turned to the entrance, and he saw a figure slowly approaching with a typewriter and a long sword.

"Save me."

"Tsk."

"As long as you put in 50.00% of your energy, you won't fall to this point, right?"

Lu Kong retorted, smacking his lips in dissatisfaction: I'll go over there to have a look, and you can wrestle with Twalin for a while with peace of mind. "

"do not."

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The dark heart is beating slowly, muscles and blood vessels are growing one after another, intertwined with each other, with the help of the power of elements and the pollution of the abyss, a new body is produced out of thin air, which is a bit like recreating the birth process of a demon god.

The place of birth was an absolute forbidden zone, and the abyss mage had already hid out, and continued to stand at the door, dancing with hands and feet, dancing the mysterious spirit dance.

As for the cannon fodder of the Lawrence family, he was left inside, and the process of returning the lonely king of the tower still needed his faith.

"Kukukuku~"

The abyss mage supported his neck with one hand, lying on his side like a beauty, and the flames formed various shapes in his depth. The next thing to do was to wait, the most boring and tense part.

"Wow?"

The abyss mage chanted strange syllables, and suddenly expressed deep doubts. He quickly got up, and the flame that he was playing with quickly dissipated.

In front of him, came a person.

Danger.

He had a strange intuition that the person in front of him exuded a dangerous aura from beginning to end. The most dangerous thing was not the good-looking long sword, but the small schoolbag that didn't know what was in it.

Walking in front of the abyss mage, Lu Kong stopped slowly.

"Thank you for providing the material for my creation, but ah..."

She spoke politely, but kept holding the sword, bursts of green onion-like light emanating from the sword, just looking at that light, felt as if her eyes had been cut off by a sword.

bang.

The flame magic of the abyss passed by the ground, and was cut open by her, and the lazy voice never changed.

"I don't really want to explode my liver."

Lu Kong raised his sword.

Six crimson bird heads surrounded her in a circle. At the same time, the abyss mage chanted frantic spells, and his body gradually blurred, and he was about to disappear in place.

"It's the first sin to make me write in a hurry, and it's the second sin to force me to go out to collect materials."

"What should you pay for these two crimes?"

The dazzling light flashed away, and all the visible scenes in front of him were deprived, and the carefully constructed flame impact fell apart in an instant, and that light became the last scene seen by the abyss mage.

plop~

The heart in the abyss beat.

"With the removal of an unstable factor, the plot will gradually become clearer."

Lu Kong retracted his sword and walked straight into the depths, ignoring the pollution visible to the naked eye. His omniscient eyes shone slightly, and the pitch-black [Ruins of the Lonely King of the Tower] was also protecting her from harm.

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"call--"

Indeed, as she expected, the depressive environment here did not have any influence on her, and all influencing factors were ruled out.

She found an uneven stone platform, and carefully placed the typewriter on it. The illusory paper was floating around at the end of the typewriter, and the writing on it was clearly visible, all of which were her predictions about this battle.

But this is fiction after all, and the writing and tone are separated from the statement of facts.

She deliberately used two completely different grammars to avoid confusion when replaying after the event. The stated condition is the stated condition, and the prophecy is the prophecy.

【Wendy tried to solve the problem. He even came to the ruins of Fenglong himself. This should be the most proactive thing he has done in hundreds of years, but what's the point?There are too many debts owed before, and it cannot be completed with a little seriousness. 】

[He set foot on the ruins of the wind dragon, and found the obvious abyss, but unfortunately, a big dragon lay in front of him, just a little bit, really just a little bit, from stepping on the ruins of the wind dragon to being caught Twalin is entangled, and all developments are logical. Even in the eyes of the delirious Twalin, the purpose of his running around is to avenge Barbatos, but he did not expect that he would come to his door. 】

[In this way, it seems that nothing can stop the return of the abyss. 】

【Mond ushered in the darkest moment. 】

[However, we still have our only light, Miss Lu. 】

Looking at these contents, Lu Kong felt that the phrase "From the author's point of view, a freshly released literary work will become garbage in 5 minutes" is really reasonable. For example, now, she really wants to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

Twarin the Dragon of the East Wind, Wendy the Wind God, and the Abyss Mage were all driven out of the main stage by her in various ways, and now there are only two existences that have an impact on her plot.

She, Lu Kong.

There is also Dekarapian, the lonely king of the tower who has returned with the power of the abyss and is creating flesh and blood out of thin air.

There might be someone from the Lawrence family, but that doesn't matter, the Lawrence family doesn't matter at any time.

Looking at the flesh and blood in front of her eyes, she sighed indifferently:

"Everything is under control."

Chapter 64: Fork

The birth process of a real wind element creation creature would never be so bloody.

Lu Kong looked at the disgusting scene in front of him and thought silently.

A gust of wind blows from an unknown place, rolls up the light grass blades, and blows them to the sky, which should be as light as a dream.

Therefore, the authority related to the wind also includes subtle changes, and the wind in the ruins can make people sleep. After careful study, Wendy, the wind god, has played the role of a booster very naturally for thousands of years, and I don’t know how many times he has directed Mond’s changes behind the scenes.

It's the same type of double.

Lu Kong thought playfully.

Flesh and flesh grow like the roots of a big tree, with a hint of red in the pitch black, a bit like dried asphalt oil spilled on the ground, gradually spreading, it wantonly encroaching on the space, obviously mixing the two different attributes of the abyss and the wind.

[Obviously, it will take a certain amount of time to construct the body of the lonely king of the tower. Twalin was fighting with Wendy, and the abyss mage was killed by me. The knights in Mond also received my words Intimidation, no one came to disturb the middle of the blood and blood, and this matter will continue normally, which is in line with objective logic. 】

Lu Kong looked a little nervous, and he typed this text purely to find some psychological comfort.

[The body is based on the soul. If the soul of the lonely king of the tower is awakened, it will be just a meaningless mass of flesh and blood, which will not help the abyss at all. 】

She glanced at Schubert Lawrence, who was apparently buried in flesh and wrapped in layers. His hair had been corroded and bald, and only half of his bare head was exposed.

However, he was praying, not Barbatos, the wind god, but Dekarapian, the lonely king of the tower, the lord of the gale.

[Presumably this is the anchor point of the return, a bit crude, but sufficient. 】

Lu Kong tilted his head.

She stepped forward and forcibly opened Schubert's eyelids, so that his eyeballs could see the horrible scene in front of him, and then she returned to the spot.

Lu Kong showed a smirk and started typing.

[Schubert finally opened his eyes and saw the hellish scene for the first time, but under the effect of the ceremony, he did not faint on the spot, but fell into a deeper fear again and again. 】

A miserable cry suddenly sounded, Lu Kong frowned, and looked up to see Schubert struggling in a huge mass of flesh and blood. Due to the intense fear, only large cloudy whites remained in his eyes.

"Tsk."

Lu Kong was annoyed when he saw Schubert's appearance, and even more annoyed when he heard the voice, so he hit Enter and made up a section for him on the spot.

[He pissed in fright. 】

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[In extreme despair, Schubert's will to pray changed. It wasn't just the return of the Gale King. He hoped for a great existence that would take him out of danger and bring him back to a safe place. This affected Returns the nature of the anchor. 】

Lu Kong smiled all the time. Under the background of the screams and the spreading flesh and blood, the rattling of the typewriter was really weird.

Don't underestimate Lu Kong, after making up for it, her knowledge of occultism is very strong.

God loves the world, God casts his eyes on the world, and God will protect the people who pray to Him...

[In this way, the anchor points for constructing the real body will take shape. 】

During Schubert's prayer, a small spot of light appeared in the originally dark flesh and blood, and the scattered flesh and blood seemed to have found the backbone, and began to converge towards the center, gradually condensing into a solid body.

good good.

Lu Kong couldn't control his hand again, beating

[The only thing left to do is cheer up, and I can only be a cheerleader for the sober consciousness of the lonely king of the tower. It really feels like a mastermind behind the scenes, hehehe. 】

This joke used to adjust the atmosphere is really bad.

Lu Kong deleted it impatiently, raised his head, and faced the new situation more nervously.

Gradually, she discovered a very serious problem.

After pouring into that spot of light, flesh and blood began to spread out more regularly. If we said that we were throwing building materials all over the sky just now, this time we are really building a house.

There is no problem with this. It can even be said that until now, the situation is completely under Lu Kong's control.

The problem is, she doesn't take size into account.

Perhaps it was because Wendy had been looking at the human form for too long, and her thinking was paralyzed. She subconsciously ignored a problem, the body of the demon god is very huge.

She looked forward somewhat blindly.

The flesh and blood wrapped her whole body including the typewriter in an instant, creating an empty space, a huge body gradually took shape, and Lu Kong was wrapped in it very sadly.

"Gan!"

Lu Kong cursed, Master is the self-proclaimed god of novels, why did he overturn here?

It is really sad and deplorable for a famous man to capsize in the gutter.

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Every magical girl cannot escape the fate of being swallowed by the pill.