"This speed reduction effect is too cheating!" Zhao Mai looked at the wound that had been cut out on the hunter's blood spear, and put it away in distress. In the final analysis www.biquge.info the Hunter Blood Spear is only a slightly more powerful magic weapon, not indestructible. Ramashtu avoided the lightsaber part, seized the discomfort period when Zhao Mai's speed decreased, and accurately hit the hunter's blood spear in one fell swoop. If it weren't for Zhao Mai's quick opportunity, this weapon would have been cut off by everything.

"In the realm of the gods, you can be rampant!"

"Bah, you haven't seen a god before, you don't know what divine power is all about! You're just a divine envoy, an air bag that blows up with divine power. You are the flame on the candle, not the candle itself, although it is quite hot, but there is no root. Zhao Mai collected all the lightsabers, the flame sword in one hand and the ice blade in the other, ready to fight with these two weapons that were not afraid of consumption.

"You're so funny!" said the three-eyed jackal, "not to mention the characteristics of multiple creatures at the same time, even the weapons have to imitate me, the only thing you lack is the ability to procreate." Just make up for that, and you're definitely the best believer for me!"

Zhao Mai was helpless, but still had to admit: "Actually, I have the ability to reproduce." I'm actually going to have mitosis and completely copy myself, but it's hard to solve the problems of memory, soul, and control. "If anything goes wrong, it's going to end up like Wadsworth, and you can't even tell who you are and who you are. "You can create a lot of races, and I used to be able to do that. You're right, I'm like you in every sense of the word. The only fundamental problem for the two of us is: you're not naturally beautiful enough!"

"The wolf's head, the snake's tongue, the deflated chest, the edematous belly, the hairy bird's legs, and the black donkey's hooves, the only thing that makes sense is the wings on the back. But I think that if it weren't for the flight, I guess there wouldn't be a few hairs left on it. As an old driver, I don't reject the monster girl, but I reject the ugly! In this regard, Desna's butterfly elf image is much better!"

"I didn't expect you to be a fool who judges people by their appearance! Can't you see what I'm deep about?"

"It's not right to judge people by their appearance, because people's conduct is more important, and appearance, which can be rectified, is too untrustworthy for fools to believe in face. Zhao Mai shook his head: "But I know what the gods are about, and the character of the gods will shape the appearance of the gods, so it is actually necessary to judge your likes and dislikes by looking at your appearance." ”

"I've seen many detractors, but they all succumbed to me in the end, and you're going to give in faster than they do. The three-eyed jackal looked into the distance, and Terrasqui had gone far away, hiding to the side to recover from his wounds. "After talking about it for so long, you can start fighting, right?"

"Thank you for cooperating with me in stalling for time. Zhao Mai smiled and nodded, and said unusually politely: "I know that as long as I pretend to be very nervous about the situation on Terrasque's side, you will know that I am going to delay time." In order to show that you have seen through everything, coupled with your proud character, you will take advantage of the situation to procrastinate and then show me that you have seen through. But it was all in my sight to be. ”

"What a mess!" the three-eyed jackal spat acid into the ground, two scimitars swirling at his side. "All I know is that you have to stay to let the dryad leave safely with the beast. As long as she doesn't get out of my control, you can't leave this fight!"

"I just want to laugh at your intelligence, why are you suddenly telling the truth! Zhao Mai knew that his high-speed rush was useless, and the sudden slowdown would cause too much trouble, so it was better to directly engage in hand-to-hand combat. This fight is not destined to jump like a boxing fight, and can only be won and lost at close range with the interplay of weapons. So Zhao Mai also walked over slowly, fire and fire, ice and ice, four weapons intersected, four eyes (affectionate) looked at each other, and the distance between hearts was less than two meters.

Zhao Mai obviously felt inconvenienced. It's okay at low speeds, but as long as he wants to accelerate, he'll be stopped. Ramashtu used his divine power to create a realm within which the upper limit of speed and strength was limited. The realm is not invincible, but it has to be solved in the right way. Zhao Mai is nostalgic for the time when he was Maia, when he could also use his divine power, and it was not too difficult to break the eggshell of the realm.

The essence of divine power is the rules. All matter carries rules and rules are used, and intelligent beings can actively use rules for their own benefit. Ordinary people drill wood to make fire, mage apprentices can create flames, archmages can directly open through the fire elemental plane to obtain nearly infinite energy, and gods only need their own thoughts to use fire. The gods of the fire realm are the ones who use the rules of fire the strongest, just as Arkham has completely coordinated his mind with Ramashtu, so that he can smoothly use the abilities of the Mother of Monsters. The gods are so in perfect harmony with their own will and rules that it is difficult to say that they are two individuals or one and one being.

All the gods have what they do best, like Ramashtu for beasts and nightmares. Then all the gods have the ability to control their surroundings, which is the realm. If it is facing the true body of God, this kind of realm is called the kingdom of God, and the influence distance is calculated in kilometers. Fortunately, the three-eyed jackal in front of Zhao Mai was just a divine envoy, and his divine power was just a demigod going up and down the true god, and it was only a few meters away.

But these few meters away were about to toss Zhao Mai to death. Obviously, he has the ability to drive a supersonic fighter, but now he can only fly a small train, and a slight overspeed will be limited, and the whole action will be uncoordinated. After all, the three-eyed jackal of Ramashtu has the insight of the gods, as long as Zhao Mai's body is slightly unbalanced, he can immediately seize the flaw and launch a counterattack.

Fortunately, Zhao Mai's shell is tough enough that it will not be pierced easily, and it will not hurt the internal organs. But the Three-Eyed Jackal doesn't just have the Ice and Fire Blades, she also has terrifying venom. The "Breast Milk of Ramashtu" or "Black Breast Milk of the Demon Queen" is one of the most terrible and blasphemous of them all, a curse used by this evil deity to inflict on newborns, to corrupt, spoil, and distort them. The three-eyed jackal constantly sprayed this venom from the wound in its chest, but whenever Zhao Mai wanted to repair the wound in the shell with new tissue, it would be twisted and corrupted by it, and the damage to the carapace would be magnified.

At the same time, the power of the nightmare continued to invade, trying to burrow into Zhao Mai's brain. Fortunately, the spiritual barrier of the psychic ability is tough enough, and there is no danger of being breached for the time being. With the body of a beast, the corrupt divine power, and the twisted nightmare, the three-eyed jackal combined the three powers and placed them in the realm of divine power, quickly suppressing Zhao Mai's offensive.

The situation quickly took a turn for the worse.