Chapter One Hundred and Seven: The Arrogant God Split

"Yin, Intixus has retreated to the east." The bloodied Divine Crack Weave supported himself with a long knife and stood up, "The enemy is also a saint, so please take them away, I have them to drag here." ”

Although she was seriously injured, her eyes did not show weakness.

As the name of magic suggests, as long as you think of someone who needs to be saved, the long knife of the god's fire weaving will not stop.

β€œ...... God cracks the fire weaving. Shen He was silent for a while, and suddenly shouted.

"What......"

Knock –

Shen He's palm knife smashed on the top of the head of the Divine Cracking Fire Weaving, and this blow alone made the saint's barely standing body shake slightly.

"Since you have the appearance of a royal sister, can you be more mature." Shen He really couldn't resist the urge to hold the knife, "Being strong is something that Mai Trin can do, you have already been injured like this, not to mention, for people who want to go to the battlefield and pay for it, this arrogant idea of 'you are too weak so please stay away from the battlefield for your good' is too contemptuous of people." ”

The god cracked the fire weaving for a moment.

She had always done just that, and because she couldn't stand the injury of her weaker companions around her, she left the original Amakusa Order.

This desire to save ...... Is it because of arrogance?

"I'm already begging for help."

Mikoto Misaka on the side was very aggrieved, why did she lie down again.

"Anywayβ€”"

Shen He looked at the mad saint in front of him who could suppress even one side of the passage and took a deep breath.

"If we give you the illusion that the strength of the Chaldeans needs to be protected, it will be against our original intention, because this battle belongs to us!"

Three intermediate enhancement cards were shot between his fingers.

Qi Mu had already used a primary enhancement card, so he couldn't continue to strengthen.

One was delivered to two ceremonies.

One was reserved for Joan of Arc who was coming.

The last one, instead of choosing to leave it to Violet, was used for Shen He himself.

The reason is very simple, this team lineup also needs a meat shield, and Shen He's level is a full ten levels higher than Violet.

"Ahhh

A slightly painful voice came from under the white mask, not because of the increase in rank, but because of the demonic ghost of the Emperor!

Shen He, who had suddenly risen to level forty, didn't have time to feel the earth-shaking changes in strength, and the imperial tools wrapped around his body were corroding his clothes a little bit, clinging to his body, and bone spurs emitting cold light protruded from his elbows, knees, and shoulders a little bit, and at the same time, dark black scale armor emerged.

Eventually, an apparition of an ancient beast appeared behind him, roaring like a dragon.

A full seventy-two levels of Imperial Masters, plus the increase of ultra-rare imperial equipment!

Shen He just moved slightly, and the cement under his feet cracked, and the incredible power filled his body, as if there was an illusion that even the earth could burst.

The god cracked the fire weaving and was completely speechless.

She found that not only Shen He, but even the two ceremonies on the side were filled with a knife aura that made her eyes ache at a glance.

There are no superfluous words, and at this time, only the fighting spirit fills the chest.

Shen He held the spear tightly and squatted slowly, put on the standard posture of triple jump, and then with a bang, he smashed the earth, and his body drove a violent air explosion to the sky in an instant, and the two ceremonial toes were lightly tapped, following closely like an elegant butterfly, and the god cracked fire weaving gritted his teeth, dragging his seriously injured body and wanted to lean into the battlefield, but a hand stopped her.

"This state recovery can only be used on you once."

Qi Mu Kusuo's outstretched palm was aimed at the Divine Crack Fire Weaving.

Superpowers: Time Rewind.

As if a miracle had happened, the seriously injured saint was instantly healed to his best, and even the broken clothes, and even the hairpins lost in the battle, were all restored at this moment, as if the fierce battle just now was just an illusion.

β€œ...... Thank you! ”

For the first time in history, Divine Rift felt that he had a companion by his side when he was fighting.

She and Saiki Kusuo rushed back into the battlefield, and Mikoto Misaka stomped her feet and jumped onto the buildings on either side, looking for a place where she could snipe with a super electromagnetic cannon.

The current Shen River had already rushed into the huge magic array.

In an instant, all that could be seen by the naked eye was a dense attack, and all the water shimmered with silver-white moonlight.

Since ancient times, the moon has been regarded as a source of power for magicians, and the water behind it takes this to the extreme, making the water flow as soft as metal.

However, Shen He didn't need to dodge at all.

The role of the meat shield is to use it as a way to open up a path for the teammates who are close behind.

The huge spear swung rapidly, and the wind pressure and water crashing with it made a metallic sharp sound.

The magic array suspended in the sky was divided into two clear battlefields, on one side was the thin side with huge energy, and on the other side was Shen He, who had a violent posture, and the seemingly unrivaled majestic momentum was torn apart little by little by these two people, advancing towards the hope of victory.

For the first time, the expression of the water in the rear, which had been waveless, changed.

True to his magical name, turning cold tears into warm tears was the reason he clenched his weapon.

And those who hold such beliefs, even if they are mad, do not fall into a state of madness like the wind ahead.

But now, his expression gradually became hideous.

As a saint and knight, his desire to win in battle intensified his madness, so he held his iron rod aloft and rushed to his chosen target, Shen He, who looked like a demon, with the determination to repel those who stood in his way.

"It's coming!"

Shen He's spirit was shocked.

In the past few days, he has only been practicing one trick in marksmanship training.

Stab!

There are no fancy changes, and it's not a secret of marksmanship, just the most ordinary, most basic attack, but the true essence of using a spear.

Starting from the feet, to the legs, waist, body, and arms, the power of the whole body runs through the tip of the gun in one breath.

A little cold came first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

For some reason, after stabbing this shot, Shen He suddenly thought of this sentence in his mind.

Bang β€”β€”!

The tremendous force from his wrist interrupted his train of thought.

The attack, which can be called the strongest blow, was blocked by the iron rod, but the impact was like a singularity explosion, and a huge shock wave gushed out, even causing the two people who exchanged blows to fall back and fall back.

However, there are two more ceremonies in Shen He.

The palm of the hand grabbed Shen He's wrist who was retreating, and the two of them rotated in mid-air with their clenched palms as the center, and the last two ceremonies violently exerted force, and Shen He's body once again caught up with the water behind the higher altitude with the help of the force of rotation.

At the same time, Saiki Kusuo and Divine Crack Fire Weaving have also caught up.