Chapter 376: The End of the Dogfight and the Coming

Betsy was able to ignore this crazy monster, but Reed and they were inevitably affected, and in the face of that monster, they had an incomparable fear in their hearts, and this fear in turn expanded, stiffening their mental will and brains, as if they had lost their minds, and they could not give birth to the slightest resistance.

Then the next moment, a tall and burly, like a burning humanoid monster made of magma, with a blazing heat and the smell of sulfur, suddenly appeared, acting as a barrier to isolate the emotional pollution emanating from the behemoth.

Reed's chest heaved widely, gulping in for air, as if to prove that he was alive.

"What is this?" Little Harry only felt that in this short period of time, his three views had been shattered many times. And the monster in front of me, which was thrown by the little girl and looked like a magma giant, is not a normal life that can appear no matter how you look at it.

"It looks like some kind of elemental life. I've seen this classification of life in a certain file. Big Harry replied. Right now, Wolverine is in full swing with the aberrant Doom, and the two huge monsters are also colliding together, and the mountain collapses and cracks!

The two Harrys, with a limp Reed, kept backing away to safety.

Betsy glanced curiously at Harry who was hiding behind her, and didn't say anything, but like a cheerleader, he frantically cheered up his own Ragnaros!

"Come on, big screws! If you win, let it be your little brother, and if you lose, I'll throw you into the abyss and take a bath to strengthen you! ”

The little girl's crisp voice was unexpectedly loud, and all the beings present heard her words, including Ragnaros.

Hearing Becky's shout, Ragnaros was going crazy, this master was even more difficult to serve than his previous master! The previous master just nagged a little, polluted a little, and brainwashed a little, but he still gave him a way to live.

This little master, that's really not a way to live!

Is it possible to go in and bathe in that broken place in the abyss? After going in and taking a bath, is he still the Lord of the Fire Elemental, Ragnaros? Even if he could still maintain a little consciousness, his body and strength would probably be eroded by the power of the abyss, so distorted that he couldn't even recognize himself. Worse, it is estimated that it is combined with the depth of the abyss, even if it can be fished out, there is a high probability that only a part of it can be fished out, as for how big this part is, it all depends on luck.

I think he was also an unruly fire elemental at the beginning, who made the power of the abyss too terrifying? The power of the previous master was evil and dark enough, but compared to the viciousness of the abyss, the gap was still very large.

Ragnaros swung the power of the sledgehammer in his hand, and suddenly exerted a little harder.

Contaminate?

Why do you think he doesn't dare to resist now?

Whose power do you think is flowing through his body right now? The gods of the ancients?

The power of this monster in front of him is not as strong as the previous master. However, his previous master, he had also seen it in a collection room. The other party almost cleanly lifted all restraints and control over him.

Then Ragnaros likes to mention an abyss pact that can instill a little fear and a little sanity in the most chaotic creatures.

After seeing the power of the ancient gods and the abyss, this bit of negative spiritual energy in front of me was sprinkled with water! After all, with part of Becky's strength, his resistance to all kinds of energy is still very high.

The hammer with great power fell heavily on the monster's one-eye, and the eye was immediately blown into a black mass of sewage under the destruction of the hammer body. A shrill voice spread with intense pollution in all directions.

Reed, who had just recovered a little bit of vitality, only felt that their brains were fierce again, and they shared the pain with empathy, and for the first time, Reed felt that this kind of battle should not be faced by humans at this moment. It's all about the spirit and soul, and the body will also mutate under the pollution radiation of energy. This kind of battle, which is covered with negative states all over the body before the battle has even begun, is simply desperate.

"Wow, you're vulnerable."

A shadow suddenly turned from the ground into a hemisphere to protect Reed and the others, and this shadow directly isolated all pollution radiation and erosion from the outside world.

Reed: They could still see through a transparent black curtain, and they could hear the shrill screams and the earthquake-like roar of the battle between the two behemoths.

But this thin layer of darkness filtered out all the negative energy, reducing the danger to a level that Reed could accept.

"Who's talking?" Johnny, who was physically empty, looked around, and finally fell on the dark layer.

"That's right, it's me!" As if noticing Johnny's gaze, the voice rang out in everyone's minds again, "I helped you filter and carry out the psionic contamination and danger from the outside. As long as you obediently don't move around in my body, you will be able to survive this disaster safely.

Of course, if anyone wants to go out and help, I don't mind sending them out. My job is to protect this area, anyway. However, nanny services are not available. ”

"But what you're best at is babysitting service." A slow voice interjected, sounding like a calm middle-aged man.

"Shut up! You stupid dog! I haven't been a babysitter for many years! The voice in my head suddenly felt like something had been punctured, and I became angry.

"That's because you taught Becky a lot of nonsense!" The calm voice accused, "You taught her to swear, and as a result, little Becky was spanked in the ass by Miss Ina for ten minutes!" You've also taught her a lot of pranks, causing the otherwise cute little Becky's personality to be a bit bad at some point. On top of that, you've distorted her aesthetic! See what pets little Becky has collected? Is there one that is normal and in line with human aesthetics? If you weren't old enough, you'd be thrown into the crucible by now. ”

"I think the rest, but the aesthetics, can I be blamed for this? I just terrorized her in the room with the lights off while she was messing around, but I never said that my ghostly appearance was in line with human aesthetics! It's her own favorite! ”

Reed: They listened to the voices in their heads, you and I quarreled back and forth, and I just felt a headache. The shadow was indeed insulated from external pollution and energy erosion, but its machine-gun-like nagging made Reed's head dizzy, and the sky was spinning and almost throwing up.

When the other party quarrels, you can confiscate your own energy.

"Come on, big screw!"

Becky didn't care about Ruud's quarrel with Venom, she just puffed up her big screws with gusto.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

On another battlefield, Wolverine Logan's claws and the distorted Doom who transformed into a sickle-shaped forelimb collided hard again, and the distorted Doom in the extreme state was a little unable to accept the scene at this moment. His grand plan had not yet been fully launched, and the psionic pollution army had not yet taken shape, and the plan had taken a major blow.

"The Time Authority should have been mine! I should be the master of it! ”

Distorted Doom frantically attacked Wolverine, but although his mental will still existed at the moment, there was not much left of his sanity. He is now dominated by impulses and anger, and all he wants is to take back everything he planned and get it back on track!

Kill this enemy in front of you, destroy the world, and turn this place into a polluted dead zone. When necessary, connect this world with the portal of the Time Authority, and let the polluted life of this world become victims to subvert the Time Authority.

"It's a big dream, and I'm actually quite supportive of you." Wolverine agreed with Doom's great ideals, and then stabbed the distorted Doom in the chest with a claw, and the golden paws covered with holy light were still stirring and churning inside. His whole being was shrouded in a golden energy cloak, the holy light energy that the Altered Doom hated the most.

"You're damned!" Once again, a powerful shock wave of dark psionic energy erupted from Doom's body, and black energy like a tide washed over everything around him in all directions.

Wolverine Logan crossed his hands in front of him, and a large golden shield stood in front of him, like a reef that surfaced from time to time under the sea, allowing the black energy to wash and not move.

Of course, in fact, Logan was still shocked and retreated a little distance.

"I can't actually die." Waiting for the dark tide to pass, Wolverine lowered his crossed hands, and his tone had a maddening helplessness, "Believe me, if I could die, I would have died a long time ago, and it would not be your turn to kill me."

When I fight people, I am generally savage, wound-for-wound. If you stab me, I'll have to claw you at the critical point. I hate mages and polluters. I don't really want to remember the fight with them, it makes me a little sick.

It's you, I like it. They even played hand-to-hand combat with me. ”

Distorted Doom's anger fueled by Wolverine's words grewed. He vaguely heard something wrong from Wolverine's words, and realized that his state was wrong, but now he couldn't help it, his brain could still think, and he still thought that he was sensible, but this kind of thinking was like a mental patient immersed in his own world, with a high probability of running all the way on the wrong path.

There is no pause in between, and there is no suspicion that you are on the wrong path.

In fact, if he was really awake and not violently polluted and dominated by some kind of strong emotion, he should have realized right now that he shouldn't have to go toe-to-toe with Wolverine. Instead, you should play to your strengths to win this war!

At the very least, he should realize that compared to Wolverine, he is not a warrior, but a mage!

The psionic energy that those soldiers absorbed by him before they died had too much negative energy attached to it, and even if most of these energies were divided, what remained was still enough to profoundly affect his way of thinking and reason. In fact, if it weren't for his strong spiritual will, his unrestrained and crazy harvest would have been enough to put him directly into a state of rage. It's like wearing a ring of wrath and being dominated as a slave, not even the mind of a beast.

So now the aberrant Doom pounced frantically again.

Although the reason does not exist, the brain is exchanged for an extraordinarily perverted self-healing power and a powerful body. If the opponent is not Wolverine, if it is anyone in this world, pollution alone is enough for the opponent to drink a pot, and Doom does not need to be distorted to the current state to get the victory he deserves.

He killed Wolverine at least three times, or at least three times to the other party's fatal point! Once the head, once the heart, and once the throat. Each of these three times, Distorted Doom broke through Wolverine's defenses and hurt the opponent's body.

The skull and heart directly almost wringed these two key points into powder. But the perverted vitality of the other party, coupled with the healing power of the holy light, combined with the disgusting distortion of the two, the more crazy and furious.

The battle between the two behemoths is a landslide and a magnificent momentum, and the battle between the two of them is to fight to the death, come back to life and fight again. What stands out is that one is immortal and difficult.

Whether Wolverine is immortal or not, the aberrant Doom is not clear, but when he is conscious, he is very clear that he is not immortal. His powerful self-healing power and life force needed the support of a colossal spiritual energy.

However, the [Door], which was the source of energy that he had easily accumulated, could no longer provide him with sufficient energy. When the spoiler came out of the door, he put a lock on the door.

In the past, the energy that the door could supply instantaneously was the water outlet when the gate was fully open, but now the energy that the door can provide instantaneously is just a drop of water that has been waiting for a long time to drip from a closed faucet.

If it weren't for that, Doom wouldn't have to drink to quench his thirst, and the spirit and soul of those soldiers would be drained of spiritual energy. The energy in that state, untreated, is like heavily polluting water sources that contain a lot of toxins. His current body can't be purified and filtered at all, and he can't resist. The influx of these energies could only make him more distorted and degenerate deeper.

Before Wolverine didn't stab that claw and drove him to a dead end, he still had hope of recovering as a human, but now, his mental consciousness has been distorted to the point where he began to think that the current posture is not bad, and if he can't turn it back, he doesn't need to twist it. As long as all humans are turned into a deformed form like him, then everyone will still be the same.

"Your recovery has slowed down!" Wolverine used his claws to cut off one of the tentacles that Doom had swept over, and looked at the black liquid sprayed and the new shoots that did not immediately regrow from the wound. It's as if the person who had his throat cut and crushed his spine before wasn't him.

This battle, in Wolverine's opinion, has entered the countdown.

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