I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

This is fake.

And it's also Vastord, the overwhelming existence of the pinnacle of the Great Void.

Despite his huge amounts of power and almost unlimited lifespan, a feeling of emptiness has always been with him.

Obviously, he has long since lost his heart, and he doesn't understand emotion, let alone any impulse, trapped in a mechanical body, becoming a cold, dull soul.

But in the dark emptiness on his chest, there was a fighting spirit that was not there before.

Urquiola raised her thin hands and pressed the fingertips to the hollow in his chest, as if to feel what had been lost.

But how can you feel it when you touch it?

The form of death symbolizing "nothingness" should not arouse any emotion in him, but it is the nature of all creatures to seek something that does not exist in itself, and this surge of wariness and inexplicable emotion made him vaguely confirm one thing.

Maybe the answer he wanted lay in this terrifying titan standing before him.

"Master Brewstrom, please don't come here."

Urquiola said weakly, and then slowly walked up to the terrifying titan. "The next wave may be very big, so can you please open the border earlier, I don't want..., let this island be submerged, um."

Oops!

Oops!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck

A pair of straw sandals with black bottom and white socks walked up step by step in the void.

Where Ulquiola walked, there were faint spiritual ripples, dark green spiritual pressure rumbled, and the vast sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the atmosphere was dignified, making it difficult for others to even breathe.

"I don't know who you are, but..."

Urquiola looked directly at Grachi, and an inexplicable feeling emerged, but it quickly disappeared into nothingness, without any effect, and then he slowly raised his finger, condensing a green flash, "Or, Please go to hell."

Boom! Boom! Boom

Emerald green fake lightning swept across the sky, bursting out with terrifying power.

A huge light beam with a thickness of dozens of feet pierced through layers of void, its speed far surpassed the sonic boom of the gods, leaving thick smoke in the air, with tearing wind and destructive power, at the same time Glaaki's body poured down.

Moments later, a hurricane swept across the sky.

Endless dust rose up in the strong wind, carrying broken gravel and leaves, and shot in all directions with a ferocious posture of loaded bullets, splitting the air where it passed.

Through the smoke and dust, a streak of Leng's appeared.

The speed was so fast that it was almost flooding. Everyone was terrified and wanted to step forward to imply disfigurement.

However, Ulquiola's reaction was completely unexpected (cffd), he didn't even think of dodging the extremely fast blow from the cold metal spikes, but picked up the long knife at his waist with his backhand, snatched it, and raised the blade A gust of huge amounts of wind was blown, and it was cut from bottom to top.

boom!

The blade collided with the spine, and a dazzling fire burst out.

An irresistible force collided with Ulquiola's spine, like a mountain, a large piece of flesh and blood peeled off in the violent shock, as if being run over by a train moving at full speed, blood poured from the sky like a heavy rain pour down.

The three spheres of Grakis, the old ruler, are indifferent, as if engaged in a trifle.

But on the other hand, the enraged Urquiola flew back thousands of feet under the impact of this force, expanded the edge of the funnel several hundred feet again, and drew a bloody gully several feet wide.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, the crowd couldn't help laughing wildly.

This result exceeded all expectations. They thought they saw hope, but it turned into more despair. Old Dominic Nick, as the Lizardmen call him, is so terrifying that even Fakeface is defenseless!".

"This world... is really interesting.

The smile at the corner of Lan Tian's mouth restrained a bit, and a trace of seriousness appeared in his eyes. "Such a creature....I have never seen it before."

"Hey, don't you want to help him?" Tony realized that they must unite, otherwise, if this monster is defeated one by one, not only they, but the whole earth will die.

Brewstrom cast a mocking look, not bothering to explain himself to the fools.

This is the Vastord created by the Lord of the Spirit King himself. Its potential ability and growth rate far exceed the average Vastord. If it is defeated so easily, it will make people doubt the Spirit King. choose?

In the next instant, the fortress of earth and stone was shattered.

Urquiola slowly stood up from the ruins, wiped the dust off his face expressionlessly, and the terrible scar just now disappeared miraculously, as if he had never been injured

"Well, I get it, I think I get it."

Urquiola's dead pupils were filled with a ferocious look. You are not easy to deal with, but I am too rough in this way.

A simple hand to hand is enough to demonstrate the difference between the two.

Since he was born in this world, he has never used his full power, not even the time to tame Fenrir, he is careful to suppress himself, for fear that if he is not careful, he will kill the Fenrir in a few seconds guy.

But now it seems.

He no longer seems to need to consciously control his powers.

"Is that your name?" Grach, the old dominator?

Urquiola exhaled slowly, his dead pupils danced deep in his eyes, his tattered clothes fluttered in the wind, revealing the number "4" engraved on his chest, and the mental pressure emanating from him was like the sea heavy.

"Keep your eyes open and see clearly."

Urquiola slowly soared into the air, staring at the old overlord Graki with cold dark green eyes. "Let it all be reduced to the power of nothingness, and write it in the depths of your lofty heart.

"Could it be that you want to move this?"

Only Aizen was present, and his expression changed slightly.

next.

A cold voice, like ten thousand swords unleashed, shook the void.

"Block it, Blackwing Demon!"

The blade of the sealed core shattered into pieces, and the boundless green aura swallowed the sky and the earth.

The spiritual pressure visible to the naked eye is like a roaring torrent above the clouds, like an endless ocean, and the heavy spiritual pressure turns into a torrential rain, comparable to a waterfall pouring down from the sky.

It was day, but it began to feel like night.

A death-like cold and heavy mental pressure touched everyone's soul, exuding suffocating fear and torment.

In the pitch-black clouds, a cold waning moon suddenly appeared.

Under the dim light of the waning moon, a black demon figure appeared in the dark green rain of clusters of soul boys.

Four pitch-black fallen feathers spread out, the pressure of the black halo formed the hem of his lower body, a dark green spiritual seed resembling a devil's horn protruded from Ulquiorra's head, and the white skin presented a cold ghostly skull color.

On that cold, inexpressive face, two dark tear stains flowed down to the roots.

The most striking thing is on Ulquiola's chest, a gorgeous and multi-colored gemstone embedded in a dark hollow, "possessing" it soon Tony recognized it as... Emerald Avalanche!

"Three quarters" against the sword......... Black Winged Demon!"

Urquiola looked down at Grach like a fallen Angel, "You are the first creature that let me use this power after I got it, I hope the next battle will not end too soon.".