Chapter 1859: Falsehood and Fakeness
A physical team of more than a hundred people has gradually gathered around Makarov, who has been hesitant to act rashly. Facing such a ruthless person who came with a record of battle, not to mention a ruthless person with a broad spectrum of grudges in the American system, Katugan has studied some tricks to deal with him, but now, the three major war groups have no air to breathe, and the external communication of the jump transmission is completely blocked. If you want to use the simplest and crudest methods, it will cost lives.
"Brothers, it's useless to fight to the death with his servants of fate. We know what to do and we are doing it. Defend Katugon's hometown and make America great again!"
"Hold him and distract him. Mr. River's blockade can't be maintained forever. The upper council will not give up on us!"
"He is just one person. Kill him, get promoted and leave your name in history!"
"Kill!"
The pre-war mobilization was in order and spirited, but it was a pity that the spell was interrupted by Lao Wang's sudden stick: "Fuck! I ran all the way here just to see you guys hypnotize yourself with the drama? You want to fight or not? What a fool!"
This stick didn't cause any harm, but it was extremely insulting. The eyes of more than a hundred people burst into bloodshot, and they shouted and rushed forward side by side.
Lao Wang collected the stick with satisfaction and smiled knowingly at Li Cang: "You're welcome!"
The big fat ass with three layers of five flowers was directly moistened.
It's impossible to share the joys and sorrows with Li Cang. It's better to join the enemy camp directly than to argue with the enemy. Maybe you can get a few comfortable and decent buffs.
About a hundred people: "?"
Then, they felt the endless charm of the orbital succubus in a physical sense.
At the moment they launched the offensive, the plasma cannon, blood plasma cannon, crystal breath, and feathered bone spear directly used the ten-kilometer radius as an ecological counter-experimental field, and directly hit the hundred or so loyal righteous men. Theory became practice. It was not until this time that they suddenly realized what kind of Zenith Star beast they were facing. In a word: there are only wrong names but no wrong nicknames. The oppressive nickname of the dung pit war god is really not given for nothing!
Damn, you are here to take damage?
In the dense and chaotic situation, they were so shocked that they could not even lift their heads. After all, not everyone's health bar and instinctive reaction were enough to accommodate such a huge amount of damage. It is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid danger. Under the three-phase anchoring, Li Cang did not care about the conventional five senses at all. In the chaotic and violent baptism, he played a set of silky combos that he was best at: Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart, Tiger Hard Climbing, Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart, Tiger Hard Climbing, Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart, Tiger Hard Climbing, Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart, Tiger Hard Climbing~
One punch to dig out the heart and lungs, and one palm to open and close.
Those who are hit often have physical and biological stiffness and fall to the ground. Even Makarov, who is obviously stronger than others, cannot escape this extremely insulting so-called combo.
Bang~
Makarov's human figure, which was completely condensed by substantial light, swayed for a while, as if a fire on the top door was extinguished. His head dragged his body with a bang and chiseled a huge depression on the ground. The blood, which was shining with golden light and looked sacred, burned with blazing flames, and annihilated each other with the violent reaction of cancerous deformation and erosion on the ground.
"Hehehe" Makarov wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up with difficulty, "Magic.Lee? Bah! A vulgar warrior!"
The killer should attack the heart first.
Makarov fully understood and applied some unrealistic remarks made by a certain magician who did not want to be named and was widely circulated and talked about on the forum.
Sure enough, the next second he saw Magic.Lee's brows knitted.
In a formal English context, magicians or wizards may generally be expressed as "magician" or "Enchanter". As for why it is neither, it is a small word game and teasing of theirs, which has the flavor of your magic/witchcraft is not magic/witchcraft is just magic/trick. This not-so-obscure meaning is very easy to understand, and Li Cang can understand it completely.
Buzz~
In the unpredictable fluctuations, the scarlet and bone gray entangled in the burning wind directly exploded in the crowd, and an unlucky fifth-stage corpse-like fate servant was stripped of all flesh and all internal organs without a sound, leaving only a dry skeleton that seemed to have been eroded by time for thousands of years.
After a round of intensive cultivation of [Fighting Poison with Poison] and [Blade Licking Blood], not to mention the increase in all attributes and skill attack power multiplier, the increase in skill attack rate alone has benefited Li Cang a lot. This thing can even push up the erosion of cancerous distortion.
The air is filled with a large number of blood and flesh embers belonging to humans and servants of fate. At the same time, the three-phase force that fills the visual and invisible fields is entangled with the tiny examples of the burning wind like haze to form a terrifying materialized force field, with the tides rising and falling, equally exploiting every living life, three A per second, constantly harvesting, and completely independent of bloodlust and calcium sucking.
[Foul Wind]
The threshold personality evolved from the father's vest after the evil servant parasitized and the matching pre-buff of Isoleye's Burning, ignoring resistance, force field burning, and the cradle of the mirror burning wind and super burning wind.
(Note: See Chapter 1692 Wind, strong wind!)
In short, this is a mutated skill that is like a cancerous deformation, with a very Cang style, and countless maggots on the tarsal bone.
When Li Cang turned this place into a sea of burning wind, the real gap was immediately revealed. Strong men like Makarov were self-contained and unmoved, while the rest could not move even if they wanted to, and could only be periodically stripped of blood by the burning winds, and their bodies were exposed on the deserted island.
To say that Makarov's ability is really very interesting, the holy flame and holy light cover his whole body like armor, and he was almost fabricating a physical crystal cluster out of thin air. The long spear and short sword condensed by the holy flame and holy light were expounding on Li Cang's interests. How to say it, he, although he looks that kind of plain and unpretentious gorgeousness and stupidity, but inexplicably there is a trace of the sword cultivation style and artistic conception that can hurt people and take people's heads thousands of miles away.
This.
It's like pickling sauerkraut in the wound of the magician.
Crack!
The big magic wand came from the west and shattered several single holy flame crystals over a hundred meters long. In the splashing crystal fragments, both sides tried their best to maintain restraint and elegance.
The burning wind and sea of fire surged like a landslide and tsunami, and from time to time suddenly pulled out a slender light and shadow that penetrated the sky and the earth. The light and flame crystal clusters stood still in the fishy wind, correcting the surface eroded by various attributes such as cancer and distortion, as if intending to purify everything. The light and flame condensed behind Makarov and under his feet to form a series of magnificent energy halos that continued to expand in all directions, and the aura was directly full.
One was forcing Liangshan to delay time with harsh words, and the other was heartbroken and self-disciplined to create something out of nothing.
Momentum cannot be lost, whoever can't hold it first will be disgraceful.
But Makarov still didn't know Li Cang thoroughly enough, so he had some strange misunderstandings. Although Li Cang has always been reserved about the innate skills evolved by Westerners through faith, it is necessary to mention the terrible magnetic effect of such an unparalleled living material on some people.
At the beginning, the ice magic of the Grand Duchess of Yggdrasil once made the magician's eyes red with envy. If it weren't for the fact that his teammates were really difficult to deal with, if the Grand Duchess had changed her identity or had a little relationship with Nicolai, she might have been put on record in the mill. Now he is lucky enough to get a person with innate abilities who is more in line with Li Cang's expectations. As the saying goes, you understand my evil intentions, and I understand your pretentiousness. I was not interested in you, but isn't this just you trying to please me on behalf of Katugan?
