Chapter August Fall

Dimensional warfare is brutal, so cruel that even if you lose your combat effectiveness, it is difficult to escape the enemy's butcher's knife. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the forward base, there are less than a hundred Imperial soldiers with combat effectiveness, and they are facing hundreds of times more elves.

At this time, Mo Ran was the spiritual pillar of these people. He is strong enough to tear the enemies around him to shreds, even under heavy pressure.

Mo Ran, who was fighting, suddenly froze in his movements, and then hundreds of elves pounced. But after a trembling moment, the elves who pounced on them flew upside down at a faster speed.

But Mo Ran still froze in place, like falling into an ice cave, and could only try to raise his head and look at the sky.

There, there was an ordinary elf, and under his crotch was an ordinary horned eagle.

Although the elves are ordinary, they have taken away the brilliance of heaven and earth and seem to have become the focus of the whole world.

Mo Ran knew that this was an illusion, the elf did not take away the brilliance, but the rules were working with his mind, so there was an illusion that the brilliance was taken away.

Manipulating the rules, which represents... The other party is a legend.

The elf just glanced playfully, but Mo Ran didn't dare to move.

As his gaze moved, Mo Ran's body began to spasm continuously, and the gaze burned his nerves like a flame, leaving behind... But it's a chill to the bone.

Mo Ran let out a loud cry, forcibly dispelled the discomfort of his body, grabbed out the sharp teeth of the seven-headed snake lizard, and threw it at the elf with all his strength.

Under the pressure of death, this blow had already surpassed Mo Ran's limit, and it broke through the speed of sound when it was shot.

But on the trajectory of the javelin's advance, a green leaf suddenly appeared. It was an extremely fast shot, but after passing through the green leaves, it showed its decline, and it was exhausted to fly in front of the elves.

The elf reached out and took off the fluttering javelin, and the banter in his eyes turned completely cold.

This cold gaze made Mo Ran's soul freeze. This is the suppression of higher beings against lower beings, and it is the trembling of life instincts.

The elf seemed to be tired of the trick, and with a wave of his hand, the javelin shot at Mo Ran.

In the face of the flying javelin, Mo Ran couldn't even move, but his eyes were very calm, although he was also reluctant and unwilling, but the courage to move forward allowed him to face life and death.

It's just that... A figure suddenly appeared in front of Mo Ran and blocked the javelin.

The javelin instantly shattered the protection on the quasi-legendary armor, and then pierced the figure, but also caused the javelin to stop in front of Mo Ran's chest. Then the figure fell into Mo Ran's arms, leaving only a smiling face.

In a corner of the base, the husky, which was originally shrunk into a ball, suddenly stuck out its head. It's just that the big dog is being squeezed by a force, so the simple action becomes extremely difficult.

On the big dog's face, which was originally only mocking, there was a deep sadness.

With a soft sound, it seemed that something was broken, and it seemed to be just an illusion.

……

In Mo Ran's panel, 'Special: Heart of Perception' is constantly beating, and finally freezes back to 'Heart of Rage', and then blooms with a golden light.

Under the illumination of the light, this special attribute finally lit up and was finalized.

Unlike the Legalists, if they want to step into the extraordinary, they must combine thinking, will, and faith. Only the most extreme and pure mind can condense and use energy.

And Mo Ran's thinking, will, and belief at this moment have become one, and have turned into raging anger. With such extreme and pure rage, the skills are upgraded once again.

"Burning Anger (Advanced) increases explosiveness, deters enemies, and is immune to psychic attacks."

"Note: Everything will burn in anger."

……

Whether or not something shattered, the soft sound unleashed the Flood Beast.

Wave-like energy fluctuations continued to emerge around Mo Ran, and at the same time, violent energy gushed out from his body.

These energies may seem intense, but they are actually very gentle. It gently lifted Christine's body and pushed the javelin out with the utmost gentleness.

Then, with one palm, he grabbed the javelin, which was still dripping blood.

……

The legendary elves in the sky, looking at Mo Ran in the mutation, looked very solemn.

He reached forward and grabbed it, and a small emerald green bow appeared in his hand. The elf took a deep breath and pulled the bow to the full moon, and then a small emerald green arrow naturally took shape on the bow.

With the sound of breaking the sky, the breath of life that was free between heaven and earth all rushed to the small arrow, turning it into a dragon and heading straight to the ground.

The dragon's approach detonated the energy that was wandering around Mo Ran, and they tore through their gentle camouflage and turned into an incomparably violent black flame.

The dragon collided with the flames, first erupting into an incomparably strong energy fluctuation, and then being silently engulfed by the flames, and then a javelin flew out of the flames, pointing at the legendary elf from afar.

The elf had long since lost the initial play, and there was only horror in his eyes, and he tore the space in front of him with one hand, and then jumped into it.

At the same time, on the other side of the sky, a crack was also opened, and the embarrassed figure of the legendary elf was revealed.

It's just that on the elf's ordinary face, it's all incredulous, because the place where he appeared is closer to the javelin.

The elves were still unrelenting, and once again tore apart the space, but the location where it appeared was closer, and then the elves tore the space again.

It's just that the result of each jump is to get closer to the javelin. When they were less than 100 meters apart, the elves finally recognized the reality, and instead of making a spatial jump, they flew in the air with a burst of fighting energy.

The speed of the elf was so fast that it almost broke through the speed of sound, and he even felt a little complacent. The elves thought they were extremely fast, but in the eyes of others it was a different story.

The javelin stood silently in the sky, no longer moving, and the legendary elf was slowly flying towards the javelin.

This is not an illusion, the javelin is still flying, and the legendary elf is still on the run, but the space is pulled and dragged towards the javelin little by little, which is why there is such a grotesque scene.

At the same time as throwing the javelin, another attribute on Mo Ran's panel was activated.

"Sure hit (intermediate) is destined to hit the attack. Note: Hit whoever you want. ”

……

The self-satisfied legendary elf suddenly heard the sound of shattering, and then saw himself shattered along with the nearby space, and he didn't know what happened until he died.

And in the eyes of others, it was the elf himself who flew in front of the javelin, and at the same time the javelin erupted into a cloud of black light, and... The space collapsed.

After the death of the legendary elf, the black flame lost its purpose, so it turned back into a gentle energy.

After the flames dissipated, Christine was still floating in the air, and only Mo Ran had an extra scroll in his hand.

It's a magic scroll that's long gone, the Ava Black Tentacles, because the magic level is too low.

As the scroll shredded, more than a dozen tentacles drilled out of the ground. These tentacles are very tender, and in the seemingly gentle energy, it seems that they can be broken at any moment.

Mo Ran looked at the locust-like elf in the sky, raised the war hammer, and paused on the ground. A simple action pulls all the energy gathered and forcibly pours it into the tender tentacles until the energy dries up.

After doing all this, Mo Ran once again stared at his lover in front of him, holding the war hammer in both hands, standing in the middle of the battlefield, like a statue.