Chapter 352 The battle that ended hastily

To be honest, Sherlock's conjuring of a scythe was purely for his own bad taste. After all, Sherlock could also perceive his current image. He didn't know what the reason was. Sherlock couldn't control the people surrounding him at this time. of smoke.

With an appearance that doesn't look like a good person and is hiding behind the scenes, it would really be a waste if Sherlock didn't use it to satisfy his bad taste and cosplay the Grim Reaper.

Facts have proved that Sherlock's cosplay is not only successful, but also a little too successful.

It may be that Sherlock had an inexplicable power of death because he had finished half of chewing the melon last time.

Now, as soon as the harvest scythe that Sherlock cosplayed according to his own ideas appeared, it was strengthened by reading as ether particles and writing as reality gems, and it actually gave people the feeling that the power of death was all over the body.

In other words, Sherlock at this time feels as if the real God of Death has come.

Unlike this group of Muggles on the earth, Mala Jisi, as the leader of the dark elves, has a relatively wide range of knowledge. As soon as Sherlock's image appeared, coupled with the breath of death that permeated his body, Mala, who was originally furious, Jisi calmed down.

His eyes were full of fear as he stared at Sherlock who was cosplaying the God of Death, and even his tone was filled with inexplicable panic.

"The power of death? Who are you?"

Sherlock himself cannot feel the power of death in his body. After all, if he could feel it, Sherlock would not know why the coal briquettes are entangled with him through Odin's mouth.

It's just that his image is inexplicably close to a certain god in charge of death in the mythology of the dark elf race.

Sherlock, who was in the second grade of middle school, waved the scythe in his hand without any instruction. His face was full of playfulness hidden under the black-red mist. He quietly cleared his throat alone, and then pretended to lower his voice. answered.

"Who am I? I am Death! I am the Reaper! I am the Judge! Malekith, because of your stupid decision, your people have died on a large scale. Now, according to the wishes of all living beings, I will harvest It’s your life!!”

Sherlock's performance was extremely serious, as if he was really a god who had imagined a dark experience.

He completely didn't notice that Sol, who was behind him, looked at his eyes from shock to amusement as soon as he said these extremely good words, and then from amusement to excitement in just a moment.

With that look, he almost took out his notebook and wrote down Sherlock's words as a template for his future pretense.

Sherlock, who had no idea that he had failed in his pretense and had revealed his secondary attributes, was still proud of the unusual success of his cosplay.

He even started to think about what skills he should use to harvest the lives of Spicy Chicken Shreds later. You must know that the Reality Stone gives Sherlock not only the ability to transform Sherlock's wand at will, but also many other abilities.

Among them, Sherlock is most satisfied with an ability similar to the speech spirit in the dragon clan. This is the result of the Reality Stone strengthening Sherlock's magic. When he was in the cocoon, Sherlock was experimenting with this magical ability. Not to mention the excitement when I was there.

Here, Sherlock was suffering from chuunibyou, and he didn't notice the change in the face of Spicy Chicken on the other side, as if the paint had been spilled.

Even if the spicy chicken shreds turned into a cursed warrior and his IQ was greatly reduced, he still knew that the bastard on the opposite side who had snatched the ether particles thought that he was a true god and was playing tricks on himself.

In anger, Malajisi could no longer control her anger. She roared and rushed towards Sherlock.

"Asshole, how dare you play tricks on me!!!"

Seeing the Spicy Chicken Shreds charging toward him like an angry bull, Sherlock, who was still proud of himself, was startled and instinctively waved the sickle in his hand.

That's right, Sherlock subconsciously regarded the sickle in his hand as his previous wand and used magic on the spicy chicken shreds.

Due to the ptsd of using Expelliarmus at the beginning, Sherlock subconsciously thought of one thing, that is, he must never use ray magic like Expelliarmus again.

So this time, Sherlock instinctively chose a black magic, the most famous black magic in the HP world, Shen Feng Wu Ying!

With the use of Sherlock's magic and the reinforcement of the Reality Stone, the invisible blade flew past the spicy chicken's body with almost no obstruction, and even castrated the spicy chicken without stopping. The mothership behind Si was split into two halves.

No matter how strong the spicy chicken shreds that transformed into a cursed warrior were, they couldn't compete with the mothership behind them. The whole person was split vertically in two by Sherlock's magic, and he even ran two steps because he didn't react. After that, it turned into two halves of the body and fell to the ground.

Spicy Chicken Silk didn't feel that he had been split in half until he died. There was still anger on his face, and his two small eyes were still glaring with anger.

Looking at the body parts of Spicy Chicken Shreds falling on the floor, Sherlock almost made himself sick and vomited. He quickly changed back to his original state, cleaned up the body of Spicy Chicken Shreds, and made the body of Spicy Chicken Shreds disappear without a trace. No trace.

Miraculously, as Sherlock restored the sickle to its original wand appearance, the smoke on Sherlock's body also disappeared without a trace, revealing his original appearance.

The only change is the wand in Sherlock's hand. At this time, the end of Sherlock's wand is inlaid with a small red gem. Because it is held in his hand, if you don't look carefully, it might actually be... Can't see it.

When Sherlock finished handling the spicy chicken shredded chicken, he turned around and saw Sol's surprised eyes. Sherlock was confused and carefully checked himself. Well, the door was closed, his clothes were there, and his face There's nothing weird about it either.

After checking, Sherlock looked at Thor and asked.

"What are you looking at there?"

Facing Sherlock's question, Thor just shook his head blankly, nodded blankly, and then asked Sherlock a question that left Sherlock speechless.

"Are you really Sherlock? Not the Death or Reaper, are you?"

Listening to Saul's question, Sherlock blushed and gave Saul a big white eye. He was so excited when he was in the second grade just now that he completely forgot that there was someone behind him. Now Saul asked him how much he had brought with him. It feels like a bit of a social death.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Get up and clean up quickly. The battle is over!"

What Sherlock himself didn't expect was that there was a reason why Thor would ask such a question. From Thor's perspective, facing the charge of spicy chicken shreds, Sherlock just waved lightly. Take the sickle inside.

That's right, it was that extremely simple wave from top to bottom, and then the spicy chicken shreds turned into two halves, and not only the spicy chicken shreds, but even the huge mothership behind the spicy chicken shreds was Sherlock's scythe was split in two.

Such power, let alone Sherlock, even Thor cannot do such a thing. It is a hundred meters high and is the most powerful mothership of a race in the universe! !

It's no wonder that Thor would ask such a mentally retarded question.