Each ancient one has its own characteristics and has its own label. It's not because they like it, it's because they don't have to.

Because after endless years, they have long forgotten who they are and what they are. Each of the ancients has an almost perverted obsession with something, something that is close to an anchor for them, a part of each of them, and they can't give it up even if they want to.

For Ophelia, all she's looking for is a sense of control. Whether it's a companion, an enemy, or a human, she pursues the satisfaction of having everything under her control.

...... Even if she never really experienced that satisfaction.

When she was blown away by the thunder, she was already completely convinced that the opponent she faced this time might be unique in her life, or it should be the sum of her every life. It was and still is the first time she has faced such a powerful being.

But she had no choice.

Being on top and in control is all she strives for, the only way she can feel like she is alive. Previously, she chose to keep a low profile and avoid fighting, but in fact, it was essentially the pursuit of this ultimate goal, which was that she hoped that after she was resurrected into a complete body, she could regain the power to control everything.

But now that she's complete, there's no way she's going to get stronger. Her evolutionary path stopped there, and she smashed into the upper limit of skill points when her level was brushed, so in a game that will never have a version update again, there is no point in continuing to survive.

All she could do was fight, fight with all her might, and that's it.

The Ancient One let out a high-pitched cry, and the strange body was supported by hoof-like legs, the body was pale and the skin was smooth and flawless, looking like some kind of elastic structure. It has a wide mouth, no eyes, and long tentacles dragging on its face.

That's what Ophelia was all about.

She kept screaming, like a broadcast whose voice was infinitely stretched. The wind continued to grow, like a dark dragon! It was infinitely long, standing tall in the sky and the earth, fluttering wildly among the black clouds.

A pitch-black tornado!

Thor bore the brunt of the attack, and his tiny body was swept away by the storming storm and disappeared. Then the masonry and rubble were swept in, the car danced in the air like a toy, and even the fallen fighter joined the carnival.

"Everyone, hold on!"

Luo Yajun had already found cover when he shouted. They had long realized that this immortal fight was not very safe, and they were far away from the center of the battle, but now it still didn't seem safe enough. Each of them found cover and held on to something, so that they would not fly off the ground into the whirlwind.

"Die, die!" Ophelia screamed in the storm, "Whatever you are, give me death!" ”

The strong wind pressure under her deliberate control crushed the steel into a discus, the planes and cars were crushed to a flat, the internal structures of the steel and machinery were shattered, and countless parts were swept into the vortex.

In the terrifying cyclone, it seemed that countless blades of wind were echoing, and the steel and cement rolled up in the storm were cut into countless pieces in an instant, no matter how hard the material was, the fractures were smooth and flat, like a cake divided by a table knife.

It is no wonder that in the eyes of the ancients, the ancients were god-like beings, and the words "gods" were used many times in the words that people could find from the ruins to refer to these existences. Because this is indeed a great power that people can not dream of in a barren era, as if they have mastered the authority of the laws of heaven and earth.

This is the power of a fully embodied Ancient, who almost single-handedly constructed an inverted cone-shaped forbidden zone of death, where anything would be crushed in the midst of that storm.

But not today.

After a few moments, the few people who were far away from the surrounding area clearly felt that the wind seemed to be weakening.

But when you look at it again, you quickly see that it's not that the wind has weakened. On the contrary, the momentum of the tornado became more exaggerated and more violent, as if it was about to drain everything on the surface of the earth with the air.

It's just that the more intense storm is more concentrated and locked into the limit. Everything in the tornado's place was swept up in the air and twisted to pieces, but the further it went, the smaller the impact became, as if someone had tied it to a designated area with a rope and forbade it from leaking out.

But how is this possible?

At a distance of just a few hundred meters, the wind on one side was strong enough to crush everything, while on the other side, except for the exaggerated visual effects seen in front of him, only the wind seemed to be a little strong.

Even though none of them were scientists, they didn't need a Ph.D. to see that TM was definitely not scientific.

But the most shocking thing should be Ophelia, who was in the middle of the storm.

Because even after she had transformed and strengthened herself, she was shocked to find that the storm she had summoned was slowly out of her control.

"No!" She shouted almost hysterically, "Obey me!" You can't ......"

But no matter how hard she tried, it was useless. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and a large amount of air was constantly inhaling into the bottom of the air vortex, and the wind speed was getting faster and faster, but it was also less and less obedient to her command.

Then she was horrified to see that the man was directly below her, in the eye of the wind.

Thor, the god of thunder, has a hammer held high above his head, and the hammer spun like a windmill. Each cyclone seemed to follow the hammer, like a conductor wielding his baton, or like a majestic general drawing his sword.

Ophelia screamed, attacking him by all means, trying to stop the man in the eye of the wind.

But she soon discovered that there was nothing she could do. She tried to mobilize the wind to attack him, but any form of air current, even close to the whirling hammer, would disintegrate and become part of his power.

She tried throwing things at him, trees, car and plane wreckage, metal and masonry, but to no avail. The spinning hammer was like a turbine running at full speed, and nothing could withstand the blows of the thing.

Then everyone, including Ophelia, saw that she flew.

The huge ancient man, with a body dozens of meters high, was dragged into the air by the strange force of the tornado. That picture simply highlights a powerful brick flying, and the visual shock is full.

Then lightning fell from the tornado, which continued to impact Ophelia's body. One thunderbolt after another, each with a roar like the wrath of God, blasted her perfect body to crack. Countless blades of air sliced through her body, wind and electricity intertwined, bombarding her continuously.

The thunder and lightning continued to bombard for an unknown amount of time. She could feel her proudly perfect body crumbling until she could barely feel herself.

Then, at the end of this grand performance, as if as the end of the climax, all the thunder in the sky fell along the storm and concentrated in the eye of the storm. Endless light and electricity converged on Thor's hammer, and the entire small hammer was lit up into a lightning blue, and the hammer body hummed faintly, as if countless thunderbolts were stored in it.

Thor roared with all his might, kicked his footsteps, and the hammer pointed straight into the sky, and the whole person seemed to merge into the electric light, turning into the thunder and lightning itself, and soaring towards the giant shadow that fell from the storm!

Rumble!

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With a blow that was charged to the extreme, endless electric light was released from the hammer in an instant, reflecting the entire sky! The pale blue electric light exploded into the astonishing field, and the dark blue transparent waves pushed flat like a tsunami.

The body of the ancient man was pierced in an instant, disintegrating little by little under the impact of the endless electric light in the realm, and crushed to pieces.

Thor held the hammer in his hand and rode the lightning to break through the huge monster, and the shining lightning was like a golden rod that went straight to the heavens. The pitch-black tornado disintegrated in an instant, and countless layers of black clouds were suddenly broken, leaving only a clear sky.

One hammer, the rain is clear!