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Gritting his teeth and insisting on the pain of thousands of knives and broken bones, Fu Dong still thought about what other means he could fight back.

The strength of the "Ghost Dominator" Battista can be seen, as a strong man who has been rampant for an era in the past, it is also predictable that he will get this result if he challenges the other party with such a weak body.

However, even in such a desperate situation, Fu Dong still had no intention of giving up.

I swore that I wanted to be stronger, and I never wanted to be weak again.

From that day on, he had made such an oath.

And now, it is clear that his enemy is in front of him, but Fu Dong has no means to fight against him at all.

He roared and roared, but with Batista's near-overwhelming power, there was still no chance of turning things around.

You can't afford to lose here, let alone at the hands of this bastard.

Isn't there no other way to do it?

Fu Dong's body was constantly conjuring up all kinds of energy, and he was also thinking desperately and speculating, as if he was going to squeeze himself dry to think about countermeasures.

Think about what else you can do to fight this enemy.

His strongest means at present is the skill of the second-tier raider - "Father of Golden Creation".

"You have a misconception that you think that the 'Father of Golden Creation' is the ability to imitate others, but in fact, this is a huge misunderstanding."

The mysterious man had told him such a question.

At the time, he didn't pay much attention to it, and now, the question suddenly flashed in his mind.

Perhaps, the mysterious man is right, and he has mistaken the truth of the "father of golden creation".

I've been misusing this skill before.

The "Father of Gold Creation" may not really be transforming his own power into other systems, because this skill is not simply elemental information.

The essence of this skill is a "totemized" skill, and Fu Dong himself has always mistakenly understood the deep meaning of this skill in the past.

"This is not imitation, the focus of the skill of 'totemism' has never been the imitation of the system, and only the element information has this characteristic, although I inherited this ability from my father, but what I developed is the specialty of totemism......"

In the depths of Fu Dong's heart, that is, a shadow appeared in the black box in his brain.

It was a giant with a black and gold luster, with a face like an iron mask, and six pale golden eyes, asymmetrically scattered across the face made of gold.

The black-gold giant was huge, with its legs crossed in the air, a behemoth made of metal, a stereotyped face that would make people think of a mask, hands and feet were towers, elbows were made of gears, and its chest was armor metal plates.

Behind it was a huge circle of flame light, like a sculptural deity.

The "Father of Golden Creation" gave Fu Dong a special ability called "Golden Copy".

This also made him misunderstand the essence of his skills and expertise, and in fact, at this juncture, Fu Dong understood the true meaning of this totemic ability.

"I can imitate that the foundation of all power systems is a golden copy, and the 'golden copy' is given by the 'golden creation father', so what is the source of my power......

Second-tier raiders each have their own unique source of power, which is equivalent to a nuclear power engine that sustains its own power.

elemental system, which transforms elements into power;

Pure energy, which transforms xenomorph energy into power;

The same is true of the mythical beast and the saint line, which are derived from the worldview of legends and religions;

On the other hand, the external system is more special and varies from person to person;

Only the totemic system must rely on a unique factor to generate a source of energy.

For example, Feng Han himself, he relied on the power of the red of all beings to construct the totem, and then developed outward.

The same goes for the abilities of other totem systems.

Some people choose to collect beliefs and generate their own totemic system through Shinto incense.

Some people choose to turn the concept into their own source of motivation.

These are all ways of constructing totems.

And his own situation is more special, because he constructs the totem through the characteristics of element informatization, but the essence of the totem generates a "golden copy".

This made Fu Dong also a little misjudged about the source of his totem.

(So that's what happened!) I finally understood that I was really going in the wrong direction...... ）

Fu Dong suddenly unraveled the confusion in his heart, as if he had seen the sun from the clouds, and his state of mind completely changed.

"My real power is not simply to reproduce and create, but to reconstruct with 'fantasy', and to interpret another skill through the power of fantasy, which is why I can get the ability of others and imitate it."

"However, no matter how much I imitate another person, I can't be stronger than him, and piracy is not as good as the original, and this is the weakness of my ability."

"Then, if I want to defeat Batista, I don't want to imitate and fantasize about other people's abilities, I just need to fantasize about myself who is strong enough."

Yes, this is the height that his "Father of Golden Creation" can reach.

The source of the power of one's own totem is the power of this fantasy, which is an ability that belongs to the spiritual level, but is completely transcendent.

Fu Dong felt that his thoughts were clearer than ever, and he understood where his chances of victory were.

And his current situation is very bad, almost forced into a real desperate situation by Batista.

"This time, it's you, not me, who will fall into Chaos, Batista."

Come out! The source of my fantasy - the "father of golden creation"!

Fu Dong stretched out a palm that was blurred with flesh and blood, infinitely close to the white bone.

The gigantic golden giant, glowing with black light, emerged from nothingness and blocked the hell monsoon.

And Fu Dong clasped his hands together and said in a calm whisper: "Bless me with my next success, stinky dad, I'm here for revenge......"

In the next second, his entire body was burned and entwined by white flames, and the vast flames engulfed the void, causing his physical body to disintegrate and disappear.

"What the hell! Are you planning to commit suicide? ”

Batista said this, but his eyes became more and more solemn, he felt that Fu Dong was not untargeted, and the other party suddenly made such a move in battle, I am afraid that there is no deep meaning.

Stop him! Stop him! Be sure to stop him!

No matter what this stinky boy plans to do, as long as he stops his next move, he will win.