Chapter 1797 More troublesome than imagined
"Kaos, Nami...come behind me." Raisa said.
Raisa doesn't have to worry about the others, but Team Lightning can't resist this large magic.
Kaos and others are ordinary people, and they cannot block this attack.
The power of the little sun in front of me is probably equivalent to that of a Tomahawk missile.
"Mr. Magri Modric, I think they seem to despise you a little." Delin said loudly: "When they look at you, they don't have any respect or fear. You are a tyrant."
Magri Modric glanced at Delin, then looked at the Americans.
It seems that as Delin said, they have no fear.
Magri Modric doesn't like such an enemy.
He likes to see the fear and bewilderment of his enemies.
Magri Modric raised his right arm forward.
The little sun shines into the center of the camp.
boom--
The huge fire seemed to destroy everything.
However, the flames and impact seemed to extinguish faster than expected.
Maybe it's because of the rain.
However, Magri Modric believed that the power of the little sun was enough to kill half of their people.
The remaining half will also lose the power to resist.
However, when the fire gradually disappeared, the Americans still stood there.
They didn't seem to be harmed.
The figures in the camp were very chaotic, tall, short, male, female, standing there unevenly.
But amidst this chaos, there is a kind of unity that is difficult to explain clearly.
Ressa's petite body looked a little breathless, with a somewhat irritable emotion on her face.
She had absorbed so much heat energy that she now needed somewhere to dump it.
Or people...
At this moment, a big hand placed on Raisa's shoulder.
"Risa, do you need to share some of the burden?" Gaia asked.
"No, I like this fully loaded state. I can hold more." Raisa said calmly.
Magri Modric was a little surprised, why were they not dead, not even injured.
Could it be that any of them possess some kind of magic and can restrain their own little sun?
Jolene Nash walked out of the camp alone and walked towards Magri Modric.
"Sir, I think we can have a chat." Jolene Nash stared at Magri Modric and said.
"Have you chosen to surrender?" Magri Modric was still arrogant and looked at Jolene Nash condescendingly.
"No, you gave me this magic, and then I let you live, okay?" Jolene Nash looked at Magri Modric sincerely.
"Haha... little girl, do you know my name? I am from the Holy Fire Cult, and I am a tyrant." Magri Modric: "Do you know what I am best at? Or you Do you think you can block my attack once and then have the capital to fight me?"
"Tyrant?" Jolene Nash touched her chin and turned to look at West: "Mr. West, if I were nicknamed Tyrant, would the president agree?"
"You are called the tyrant, then I am called the queen." Raisa immediately participated in the discussion.
"The most you can do is call her princess," Moore said.
"No, I don't want to share a name with a bear," Raisa said.
Magri Modric's face darkened, and these Americans seemed to ignore him at all.
Not to mention the Holy Fire Cult, which is very bad!
"Damn Americans, you have to pay for your ignorance!" Magri Modric shouted.
No one likes to be looked down upon or even ignored.
What's more, Magri Modric is a very irritable person.
Jolene Nash looked at Magri Modric: "It seems you don't agree, but it doesn't matter, I will let you speak anyway."
With that said, Jolene Nash pointed at Magri Modric and made a shooting motion.
Biu——
A red light shot out from Jolene Nash's finger.
Magri Modric immediately applied a magic shield to himself, but the red light instantly shattered the magic shield and penetrated Magri Modric's shoulder.
Everyone looked surprised. Magri Modric was injured? He was actually injured?
"Death ray!?" Magri Modric is also proficient in fire magic, so of course he knows it is a death ray.
It has extremely powerful penetrating power.
Delin's face changed slightly, it seemed that these Americans were stronger than imagined.
At least Jolene Nash's strength surprised Delin.
After all, the person next to him is the tyrant Magri Modric.
Not everyone can hurt him.
Jolene Nash looked at Magri Modric with a smile.
Magri Modric was even more furious: "Free attack."
In an instant, more than fifty members of the Holy Fire Cult launched an attack on the members of the Supernatural Association.
At this moment, vines suddenly emerged from the ground.
These vines came very suddenly and captured seven or eight Holy Fire Cult members in an instant.
The believers made miserable screams.
The vines grew tighter and tighter, almost crushing their bones.
Moide Brick looked at West: "Mr. West, can I kill them?"
"Of course, it's optional." West stood still and nodded slightly.
Delin was even more surprised that the young man from Moide was actually such a powerful natural plant psychic.
At the same time, Raisa also launched an attack.
She began to talk about the absorbed heat pouring on those members of the Holy Fire Cult.
Raisa slapped a dozen palms in the air, each palm bursting out with a powerful and high-temperature impact.
Those members of the Holy Fire Cult who had no time to apply magic shields were instantly torn apart by the impact. Even those with magic shields did not mean that they could withstand the impact, but relatively speaking, their fate was not as miserable as that of their companions.
Gakira and Higashino Tianxi liked this kind of melee the most.
The key is to be able to get them to kill people.
Especially Higashino Tenki, he directly transformed into a samurai the moment his katana was unsheathed.
The weapon he is holding is the Demon Sword White Faced Ghost Tetsu.
The demon sword was unsheathed, and the demonic aura filled the air in an instant.
Dongye Tianxi transformed into a wild and cruel monster, with only killing in his mind.
And it’s one chop at a time!
Gage beside him reminded him.
"White-faced Ghost Tetsu, be more honest, otherwise, our boss will throw you into the lava."
In an instant, Dongye Tianxi became much more awake.
White-faced Ghost Che wanted to kill Gakira too, but he didn't want to face Chen Zhao's anger.
Although there is no absolute freedom in this current state, it is at least within the scope that he can accept.
"Damn, these people are very difficult to deal with, retreat, retreat!" Magri Modric shouted.
Suddenly, in the direction of Death Canyon, a dark cloud that was darker than the night shrouded outwards.
