The Death Knell

The incarnation of the God of War has an elegant figure, with just the right proportions to fully satisfy the balance of strength and beauty. The Eldar shaped it in the image of their ideal god, and this burning colossus is controlled by the thoughts of the God of War.

Its body is mainly composed of spirit bones. Su Ming has collected a lot of these universal building materials of the spirit race, and is going to go back to Marvel to see if he can crack and copy them.

Speaking of which, the adjutant has a backlog of scientific research tasks. Do you want to find a way to upgrade her?

Let Mordenkainen and the lichs see if they can try magic? Such as wishing or something...

The path of combining technology and magic is inevitable. It is one thing to let mages like Casillas learn technology, but we must also try to let the scientific side understand the mysterious side.

The cloak was attached to the avatar's face, wiping and sucking the flaming energy like a rag. It could grow bigger, smaller, and change its shape. Now that it suddenly looked at it, it gave Su Ming a sense of reality.

"Strangler, when did you draw the image of the Facehugger in my memory on the cloak?"

Yes, the way the magic talisman cloak is stretched out and tugging at the crown of the incarnation is like a facehugger in Alien.

"Hey."

Strangler said it didn't. Although it could easily communicate with the cloak, it only needed to extend a small tentacle on the cloak and play "I draw you guess", but it had never spread the host's memory.

"Then it is self-taught. Did I let it cover too many other enemies' heads in the past?" The cloak had covered the enemy's face as usual, and Su Ming also took the opportunity to turn the super giant sword in his hand. Break it off.

In the past, sometimes when dealing with enemies whose main means of perception was vision, Su Ming would throw his cloak to cover the opponent's eyes, which was at least slightly more effective than spreading lime, but didn't he think he had developed a habit?

"Huh?" A confused emotion came from Strangler. There is no creature that can threaten the host on this battlefield. It doesn't matter if it takes some time, right?

"This eating speed is a bit slow, just like a cat licking a lollipop. How much time will it take?" Su Ming turned to look at the nun who was halfway through the work, and waved the giant sword in his hand. He killed all the spiritual tribes that had gathered around him and calculated the time in his mind.

If I were to eat at Cloak's pace, wouldn't it take several hours? It has only now eaten the incarnation's features.

Yes, the face of the original incarnation of the God of War was like a lava giant, with very simple facial features, but after being wiped wildly with a rag, the face is now as smooth as a mirror, with only three holes for the mouth and eyes, spraying outwards On fire.

Strangulation came up with an idea: "Hey."

"Well, first cut the God of War statue into pieces like the ferryman, and then store it and take it away to eat slowly." Su Ming twisted his neck. It seems that Strangler is still very close to the cloak, and he also knows how to store food for it. : "It would be great if it could eat as fast as you, one pack and one squeeze, so convenient..."

"Hey."

Strangling means that fast eating is a specialty of the symbiote, and it cannot be learned even with magic holy objects, and it will have to be cut into pieces sooner or later. It is still waiting to see if the avatar has a brain.

Don't know what it tastes like?

It was not convenient for Strangler to appear in the form of bean sprouts or tentacles, but Su Ming felt as if there was a proud image of it with arms akimbo in his mind. He couldn't help but laugh, and then raised the stolen sword high.

The giant sword was dozens of meters long and as wide as a building. It was lifted up by the slowly rising human, as if an ant was holding a large palm leaf to chop someone.

But he did it. After flying into the air, he swung his sword horizontally, and the sharp sword cut off the incarnation's head. The energy at the fracture exploded, and the fire suddenly formed a mushroom cloud and rose into the sky.

The darkness was dispelled in a short period of time, leaving only a patch of red in the sky and earth. Now, while fighting the undead and trying to interrupt the nun's psychic ritual, the spirit tribes all became sluggish.

In the past, their understanding was that larger creatures were stronger. When had they ever seen a human being who was even thinner than they could seize a god's weapon and use it to kill the god with his backhand?

Maybe it was the strong sense of contrast, maybe it was the shock wave caused by the explosion at the wound of the incarnation, or of course it could be the strong disturbance caused by the fragments of the god's soul after a large piece of spiritual bone was broken. All the Eldar fell down and cried bitterly. .

The sadness and reluctance felt when the incarnation fell was empathetic to the Eldar who were born with sensitive souls.

But the Necrons fighting them would not stop. They didn't care what happened to their enemies. The instructions they received from the Tomb Kings were to destroy all enemies and defend the tombs.

The metal skeletons with green eyes in their eyes were still advancing in a formation to be shot. The Gauss rifles in their hands continued to spray out green flames. Their army was always silent and efficient.

The undead that were shattered on the battlefield were also reassembled by small 'Scarab' machines behind the lines.

Although small, they are actually not small. Those scarabs are about the same size as human heads. They are a kind of mechanical tool bugs in the tomb that are responsible for maintaining instruments and equipment, and at the same time speeding up the reorganization of the wounded during battles.

They come with their own nano-stabilizers and usually live in scarab transport boats or tombs. If a metal skeleton falls, they will swarm up to diagnose whether rescue is still necessary.

If there is, they will use the metal in their bodies to repair it at high speed, shortening the original self-healing time of about an hour to just a few minutes.

And in battle, they will fly to the enemy's face and explode themselves when necessary, which is really fun.

The incarnation was destroyed and the undead came. The spirit clan suddenly suffered heavy casualties and was defeated. The war wizard responsible for leading this battlefield could only lead his people to retreat, leaving the undead army to Su Ming to deal with.

But what about Su Ming? At this time, the incarnation is being cut into pieces. Although the explosion greatly damaged the spiritual bone structure, and the neck and chest were blown away, the soul energy has not completely dissipated, but the firelight has dimmed a bit. It will be put away and fed to the cloak. Here Still in a hurry.

The cloak was still slapped on the fallen head, making a "squeaking" friction sound like cleaning glass. Unfortunately, there was no brain in the plastic head of the spirit bone, so he was disappointed.

"Efilar, are you done?"

Su Ming took back the spirit bone corpse and cloak, came to the nun's side, and helped him block the Necron's fire. Although she had manifested a spherical psychic shield herself, those Gauss weapons continued to create dense ripples on it, Like pool water on a rainy day.

"It should be here. I can feel that there is an extremely huge city underground." She looked at the death knell with a surprised expression: "I can't even explore its entirety. It may go deep into the core of the world, and there is a A terrible echo is calling me..."

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