Chapter 1897

The incarnation of the war god is elegant, and the proper proportion of body fully satisfies the balance of strength and beauty. The spiritual people shape it with their ideal God image, and the burning image is controlled by the mind of the war god.

Its body is mainly composed of the spirit bone. Su Ming has collected a lot of the all-purpose building materials of the spirit family. He is ready to go back to manwei and see if it can be cracked and copied.

The deputy has a lot of research tasks in there. Would you like to think about ways to upgrade her?

Let magic Duncan and Lich see if they can try magic? For example, the way of combining science and technology with magic is inevitable. It is one aspect for a mage like cassilias to learn technology, but also try to make the understanding of the mysterious side of science.

The cloak is attached to the avatar's face, wipe and suck the flame like energy like a rag. It can be bigger and smaller, change shape. Now it looks like a sudden, but it makes Su Ming feel a little instant.

"Hang, when have you painted the face worm in my memory to the cape?"

Yes, now the magic spirit cloak is very open, and the shape of the avatar crown is pulled, like a face hugging worm in the alien.

"Hum."

Hang means it doesn't have it. Although it is easy to communicate with the Cape, it just needs to reach out a small touch and play "I draw you guess" on the cloak, but it has not spread the memory of the host.

"Then it is a self-taught, is it that I used to let it pack other enemy heads too much?" The cloak has covered the enemy's face as always, and Su Ming also took the opportunity to break off the super giant sword in his avatar's hand.

In the past, when dealing with enemies with vision as the main perception, Su Ming would throw out a cloak to cover the other's eyes, at least a little better than lime, but did not expect to have developed a habit?

"What?" Stranding sends a confused emotion. There is no creature on the battlefield that can threaten the host. Don't you need to delay some time, right?

"It's a little slow to eat. Just like cats licking lollipops, how much time does it take?" Su Ming turned his head and looked at the nuns who had been working to half of the work. She waved the sword in her hand to kill all the surrounding lingzu. He calculated the time in her heart.

It's not hours before you eat like this in a cape? It only eats the avatar's five features now.

Yes, the face of the original incarnation of war god is like a lava giant, with very simple five functions. But after being wiped by rags, the face is smooth like a mirror, with only three holes in the mouth and eyes, and the fire is sprayed outwards.

"I got an idea:" hum. "

"Well, first, cut the war god into pieces like the ferry, and then reserve it and take it away and eat slowly?" Su Ming twisted his neck and looked like hanging was close to the Cape. He also knew to reserve food for it: "if it eats as fast as you, it is convenient to squeeze one package..." br >

what a thing to do. "

Hanging means that fast food is a special feature of symbiotic body. Even magic holy objects can not be learned. Moreover, they have to cut pieces early and late. It is waiting to see if the Avatar has any brain.

I don't know what it tastes like?

Hanging is not convenient to appear in the image of bean sprouts or touching hands, but Su Ming feels that he has the pride of his wishbone in his mind, and smiles and raises the sword he snatched.

The sword is tens of meters long, and a building is so wide that it is lifted by the slowly ascending human beings, as if the ant was carrying a large piece of palm leaf to cut people.

But he did it. After the sky, a sword swayed horizontally. The sharp giant sword cut off the avatar's head. The energy at the fracture exploded, and the fire suddenly formed mushroom clouds.

The darkness was dispelled in a short time, and there was only a red between the heaven and the earth. Now, the spirits who are fighting against the dead and who want to interrupt the nun spiritual ceremony are all stagnant.

In their cognition, the bigger the body, the stronger the creatures, when have we ever seen a man who is thinner than them can take the weapons of God and kill God with his back hand?

It may be a strong contrast, maybe the shock wave caused by explosion at the wound of avatar, or of course it may be a strong disturbance caused by the broken soul fragments of the God after the broken bones. A piece of spiritual people fell down and cried and shed tears.

When incarnation falls, sorrow and unwillingness are felt by the spirit people who are born with sensitive mind.

But the space dead spirits who fought with them would not stop. They didn't care what happened to the enemy. The order from the tomb king was to destroy all the enemies and defend the tombs.

The metal skeletons with green light still move forward in line with the array of gunshots. The Gauss rifles in their hands constantly emit green flame, and their troops are always silent and efficient.

And the dead, who were broken in the battlefield, had a small 'Scarab' machine that was recycled and assembled behind the front.

In fact, the beetles are almost the same size as human heads. They are the mechanical tools in the tombs to maintain instruments and equipment, and to speed up the reorganization of wounded people in the fight.They are equipped with nano stabilizers. They usually live in scarab transport boats or tombs. If a metal skeleton falls down, they will rush in to diagnose whether there is a need for rescue.

If there is, they will use the metal in their bodies to repair it at a high speed, reducing the self-healing time of about an hour to a few minutes.

And in the battle, if necessary, they will fly to the enemy's face and pull out the self explosion, which is fun.

When the Avatar was destroyed and the dead came in, the spirit clan was suddenly killed and wounded and broke into a rout. The war witch who was responsible for leading the battlefield could only lead people to retreat, leaving the army of dead souls to Su Ming.

But what about Su Ming? At this time, the avatar is being cut into pieces. Although the explosion has greatly damaged the structure of the spirit and bones, and the neck and chest have been blasted out, the soul energy has not completely dissipated, that is, the fire light is dimmed. After putting it away, you can give it to the cloak. There is still a hurry.

The cloak was still banging on his head, making a squeaking noise like wiping glass. Unfortunately, there was no brain in the plastic head of the spirit and bone, so I was disappointed at the strangulation.

"Alfred, are you done?"

Su Ming takes back the corpse and cloak, and comes to the nun to help him block the shooting of the dead in space. Although she has a spherical psionic shield, the Gauss weapons constantly make dense ripples on it, just like the pool water in a Rainstorm Day.

"It should be here. I can feel that there is a huge city underground." She looked at the death knell with a look of disbelief: "I can't even explore the whole picture of it, it may go deep into the core of the world, and there is a terrible echo calling for me...

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