Chapter Seventy-Five: I See

Hulalala......

The red rune cards deftly shuttled through the air, spreading out quickly like a huge whirlpool, and in a very short period of time, they were close to the surrounding environment, whether it was a gravel road or the surface of a metal container, the striking 'CF' letters on the red flame cards exuded a dazzling brilliance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Steele, you're still attracting her attention, and I'll take advantage of the mechanism to subdue her. ”

Fang Hong said to Steele who was not far away beside him, he held his pure white arm made of marble, his left hand retreated, and his right hand stretched forward.

Although he had lost his spiritual costume and mastery of magic, the solidity of this body was really beyond Fang Hong's resemblance, if 'that guy' hadn't bragged, this body, which was the 'incarnation of the will of great destruction', would definitely not be afraid of the so-called archangel.

"Prove here that I am the strongest"

Steele Magnus took the half-smoked cigarette from the corner of his mouth and slammed it in the back of his head.

“Tiafimh,Ihtsots,aihtr,PurisazNaupizGebo”

Steele's raised right hand slammed into a wave, and then, half a cigarette, which was only slightly larger than Mars, followed the red-haired boy's movements, and with a 'bang', it swelled into a large red fireball, and then shrank, becoming a red flame sword similar to a blade in Steele's hand.

This move is the magic 'Flame Sword' that Steele used when he first met Fang Hong, although it looks simple, but the 'Flame Sword' has a high degree of freedom of magic characteristics, it can change its shape at will according to the caster's mind, and the high temperature of the flame sword of 3,000 degrees is enough to turn all opponents into charcoal-like existences.

Even Fang Hong had suffered a lot under this move, if it weren't for the 'magic shield' that could protect him, it was estimated that Fang Hong would have turned into ashes now.

However, it is impossible for ordinary flames to cause harm to the 'archangels', let alone only 3,000 degrees, even the 5,000 degrees on the surface of the sun.

'Boom!'

Although Fang Hong's cannon fist was not very authentic, but the posture was put out, but after all, the archangel was an archangel, a layer of golden flash dispersed from her body from the inside, that light did not have much attack power, it was just a very pure 'push', Fang Hong's body was pushed by the golden flash, and suddenly the whole body took a few steps back, until it hit a broken metal container before stopping.

Fang Hong pulled out from the metal container that had been smashed out of a human-shaped iron pit by his body, and suddenly, he realized that something was wrong under his feet.

It was an unknown black liquid, and Fang Hong's bare feet were soaked in the middle of the liquid.

From the top of the stones that had been corroded by the liquid and the potholes had become rounded, it was not difficult for Fang Hong to notice that this kind of thing had a very high acidity, if it was an ordinary person entering it, it was estimated that the bones of the kung fu who spoke at this time would have rotted.

"Familiar, it's ......"

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A wave of heat scorches the space, which is independent of the real world, and the flames and explosions are in the hands of the red-haired teenager Steele.

"It's called 'The King of Witch Hunting', but I didn't expect that the first time I, a Catholic, saw a real angel was still in a hostile environment!"

At some point, Steele lit a cigarette again and put it in the corner of his mouth, which was really worthy of an old smoking gun. The tall boy gently stroked the corners of his forehead and made a very nerve-wracking pose.

"Angel, come and witness the power of the strongest magic I have ever created,"

The striped tattoo on Steele's cheek quickly deepened, and a black fireball appeared above the rune mage's left palm.

Archangel Klatill's blue eyes are as cold as eternal ice, yes, the so-called angels are the embodiment of the rules of the world, and they are as cold as machines, if there is really the joy, anger and sorrow of human beings, then it is not a good situation.

Although Steele is the so-called 'rural killer Matt, the second junior youth' in Fang Hong's mouth, having said that, the real strength of this young man wearing a black priest's costume is also extremely terrifying.

The big black flame hand quickly poked out of the fireball, and the thick slap was very clearly targeted, it was the Seraphim who was standing there.

"Attack, blood-sucking hunt the Red Cross. ”

The whole figure of the black giant was exposed in front of everyone, it was a black giant with a head three or four meters high, the giant could not see his face clearly, a pair of inverted triangle-shaped red eyes exposed a fierce light, in those eyes, everything was just prey.

Steele stretched out his hand and pointed at the archangel Klatir, the established target of the attack, and for a while, this pope-level magic composed of Steele's combination of rune magic and cross magic, took heavy steps, dragged the huge black cross, and smashed down towards the archangel's body.

The body of the angel Klatir, even less than the size of an arm of the witch king, if such a magic method is thrown on the battlefield, such a tireless rune creature will be transformed into a meat grinder-like existence, even if it is ten thousand people, ten thousand people are the same, can only be reduced to ashes in a miserable howl, but ......

The current enemy of the Witch Hunting King is an angel, the real Archangel, as the embodiment of the rules of the world, the power of the angel is enough to destroy the entire planet in an instant, so the powerful Witch Hunting King is a tragedy.

"Blasphemer, die. ”

Angel Klatir stretched out a white finger and pointed at the huge cross that the witch hunting king was smashing down towards his body, the huge cross and the slender white fingers of the angel Klatir made a very sharp contrast, and immediately, the eyes on the iron plate formed by several metal containers behind the angel Klatir emitted a soft golden light, shining on the huge body of the witch hunting king.

It's like ice water melting in hot weather, and the witch hunting king is imprisoned in place, thanks to the fact that it is nothing more than a rune creature without a will of its own, otherwise, it is too frightening to watch your body melted and disappear completely......

You know, the King of Witch Hunting is a rare domain-type magic, even if it is scattered and disappears, if the constructed magic rune still exists, then it should be infinitely reborn, this magic should be like this.

And the witch-hunting king, who was erased by the archangel Klatir as a blasphemer, did not have the slightest trace, as if it had never been summoned.

"Forcibly changing the rules of magic, is this the so-called 'angelic power'?" Steele looked at the dazzling, like the center of the world like the archangel, but fortunately, Steele didn't have the bad problem of being distracted in battle like Fang Hong, since this plan couldn't be passed, then change to another plan, Steele is a practical person......

"I'll help you!" Mikoto Misaka regained her physical strength a little, the biggest problem with her superpower is that she often can't generate electricity because of too much fatigue, in order to break free from the shackles of angels, she has burst out of her own electromagnetic force to the greatest extent, and now she still has the ability to use a 'super electromagnetic cannon' at most.

"I'm going to help too!"

Shangjo Dangma's face is very unsightly, but fortunately, because of the powerful medicinal effect of 'Rejuvenation San', the current Shangjo Dangma has recovered a certain degree of mobility, and Intix takes care of the god who has lost consciousness due to maintaining the 'saint mode' for a long time.

"So that's the case, I understand, I finally understand......" Fang Hong looked at his bare feet, because of his own deliberateness, the moment the black liquid touched the skin on Fang Hong's feet, it seemed to disappear into this world......

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