They all call me the Outer God

"What did you do?"

The death knight was slightly stunned.

Riya made a good reminder: "Do you remember what you want to kill your own people?"

"for……"

The Cavaliers covered their heads. At this time, they couldn't remember any memories of their previous memories, but the strange premonition told Him that the content he wanted to say next was not what He wanted to hear.

Riya said slowly: "You are afraid of Hifostgu, because you are afraid of their appearance, it will mean that someone will regain your throne and let you step down."

"The wolf is here to say more, but you can rest assured that there will be no Hffzgamu here, because I wake up because it is more terrible than that."

With his words fell, the rich blood light rose up, and the existence of ancient existence also opened his eyes from the throne of the tomb and put his eyes on here.

At the same time, Ria's voice sounded like evil spirits.

"Taborf's fifteenth time, I will introduce you to our old king solemnly here, Taborf won the king of the fifth generation--"

At the moment when his words did not fall, the yellow sand on the surface began to scramble to take care of the boiling arc.

The "people" formed by sand appeared from the arc, and they held the spear formed by sand, just like trained soldiers.

Later, the Huangsha soldiers consciously stood in the two teams with Riia, and a lonely figure walked along the wide passage between the two columns.

It was a tall but thin figure, with a face when the ancient law was old.

He wore a gorgeous robe with a colorful robe, and wearing a golden double crown with a natural light, a luxurious figure like the emperor walked towards Ria.

The proud behavior and dark face have the charm that the dark gods or fallen angels will have, and the eyes are hidden in the eyes full of unpredictable and lazy sparks.

He spoke openly, and the soft music played by the forgotten stream set up ripples in the round tone.

"You can call me a black piral."

"Who do you want to kill?"

The emergence of the black Fa is not over. With His projection coming, a more dazzling blood appeared on the desert.

The silent lion body appeared on the surface of the face of the lion, and the gap was cracking from its face, and the stone fell, revealing the dark deities behind the back.

He roared, and the whole desert could hear His roar. Then, He completely opened the wings that covered the sky and blocked the stones that bonded himself. From the heavens, the yellow sand trembled.

So everyone witnessed that the faceless god moved the strong limbs, gently shaking the slender lion tail, and highlighted his head.

"Who do you want to kill?"

Among the nothingness, the huge claws broke the gap of the dream, and the upside -down shadow opened the blood red eyes in the gap. Pharmaceutical 38 Mascine.

Ye Mo was extremely excited.

"Who do you want to kill?"

At this moment, countless pillar gods who belong to the power of chaotic power have invested in the shadow towards here. Among them, there are men and women, there are beasts, and even the products that are completely unable to see their shapes. Essence

After their figures came, they laughed, and they jumped to the Summoner wearing the ontology mask in the same question —

Who do you want to kill?

At this time, the smile of a thousandths of the thousands of sides has become increasingly expanded. Its owner moved his arm and revealed his arm from the dark and cold black mist mask, and then a finger dishonated to the stiffness. Death knight.

"Kill Him."

The cruel voice sounded from the black mist.

The soul of the right of death cannot die. He can continue to be reborn from the dust of the embers, and the uninterrupted death will give it more divine power, making his body more huge.

But Riya didn't care, he killed ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times when he couldn't kill the thing at a time! 10,000 times! 100,000 times!

The opponent will not even leave the ashes.

And isn't he all clamoring here, all the people here have become Hefisgu? The story of the wolf comes too much, but the wolf will really come.

At that time, no one can save Him.

At this moment, the killing knight who is addicted to killing is facing more and more historical projection in front of him.

He probably couldn't think that he was just trying to kill Ria. A simple cause of the two superflies, as a result, he dragged so many people from the time and space of history.

Even the old king, who didn't know how many appointments, was dragged over.

The death knight originally thought that there were only eight projection across the opposite side. As a result, after turning the perspective, it was found that it was only eight in the gap of the helmet.

There is also a large group of Wuxu projection blocked by the iron sheets on the helmet. At this time, the noisy.

Riya seems to be very good at fighting a group of one -to -one situation. He knows that he should find more helpers when he can't kill the other party with his own strength.

The person who merged the death knight was an angel with a cause of one cause. The allies who had just associated when they had no savior would undoubtedly become the best savior.

There are saviors, no need to use it.

"rush!!!"

I do n’t know which projection took the lead and shouted, and rushed forward with the weapon in his hand. Many of the many projectors behind His body found a leader, and rushed forward with the pioneer who shouted.

Looking at the battle, those people do not seem to be a fighter who is assault, but more like a child who competes for toys for toys.

"How can I describe them so ..."

Riya shakes his head: "The number of incarnations he used to use is really considerable."

"Otherwise, why is he called the name of the gods of thousands of faces?"

When the old man appeared behind Riya, Ria turned back sharply at this moment, and saw the emperor's sip of him slightly.

"Do you have thinking?"

There were some accidents in Ria. After all, one thousandths did contain Narattopp's divine power, and these divine power can also summon its historical projection.

Although the summoned projection combat power is different from the non -projected power of the deity, it has a large number of victory, and these projection do not have their own thinking, and can be controlled at will.

Therefore, when the projection of the Black French veteran in Ria, he still felt a little confused when he was standing behind him.

But it is just some doubts. If you change to an ordinary person, you will be scared at this moment and yell at this moment, "Ghost!"

"I am the emperor. The emperor does not need to charge with others. What is needed is just a tactical manipulating the audience to win."

"Is that is it?" Riya felt that His words were not right. If it was just layout, but the old man who appeared from the Black Fa was not doing anything.

"The so -called chaos is not a complete chaos and disorder. In the chaos, there must always be a controller to maintain the reason, such as the madly out of control from time to time from time to time."

"So are you preventing them from getting out of control now?"

"No, this is your responsibility now."

So what are you doing? Lia wanted to ask Him in such a sentence. As a result, Black Fa laughed at Ria, and the figure disappeared at the other end of the battlefield.

Obviously, He just comes up to tease Lia.

Ria: "..."

It is indeed the incarnation of Naa once.

He watched the figure of Black Fa who appeared in front of the death knight and didn't know what he said to Him, and then the death knight was mad.

His thinking is not many, and the incarnation gives His new thinking to help him find his memory, and then let His eyes witness what happens to himself and what he is going through.

He saw the evil ghost -like figures laughed at him constantly attacking His flesh, bones, and souls.

He saw the dead old king returning again and gently told that he wanted to deprive His throne.

There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

He died and died, died and lived, alive and died. In a short period of time, he did not know how many times he died. His divine power has improved, but the divine power has no effect on the projection of history.

They are raging across time and space, and they can't help them at all.

As a result, the dead knights on the verge of collapse re -projected their disgusting eyes.

It ’s all this person ... it’ s all the harm of this person. He brought a disaster. If it was n’t for him, his throne was still sitting steadily. How could there be these things that happened now.

Maybe everyone can live, but this person must die!

The death knight roared, and for a while, the sound waves turned into all the incarnations within the square kilometers.

People see that the armor on His body is constantly trembling, and the decaying sarcoma that proliferates like cancer continues to breed along the gaps of the armor.

They appeared on his back, and the armor was squeezed into six bloated meat balls, and then those meat balls stretched the gray feather tube deeply in the depths of the meat ball, but they were crooked because of excessive distortion. Essence

That is probably the wings of angels.

In mythology, the angel's wings are smooth and beautiful, holy and sacred, but the "angels" seen by everyone at the moment are just a lot of stuffing in the armor and constantly overflowing oil, exuding smelly breath, but also working hard to grow Him The six wings monsters.

The gray horse has been completely devoured by those overflowing meat balls, and the surface of the meat balls began to grow four horse legs arranged like spider legs.

If you change it again, I don't know what it will change. If it is replaced by ordinary people, it will definitely do everything forward to interrupt this weird change, and kill Him when his wings are not plump.

However, the scene was terrible, and all projection remained curious and waiting for mythology to complete its transformation.

They watched Him like a butterfly who tried to break the cocoon, and they didn't dare to come out, for fear that the "butterfly" was shocked.

Look, His cocoon shell is loose.

Look, He broke the cocoon.

Look, He stretched out beautiful and huge wings. Although it is still ugly, when the wing wings are full, I don't know how beautiful it will be.

How did He eat the gray horse? Forget it, it is good to add some nutrition when it is a butterfly.

How did He grow up?

Maybe it's a butterfly leg.

The projection includes Riya itself waiting quietly. According to the rules of a certain old -day film and television, the transformation moment is sacred but not interrupted.

"Come on, you can!"

"Don't admit defeat, do you have to give up like this?"

"Think of your throne, think about your people ... forget it, you still don't think of your people."

"Think of the God you worshiped, do you be disappointed with the endurance?"

"Wang, stand up and take us again!"

The projections who were eager to watch the fun cheered for the transformed Tabalf, but they waited for a long time and saw no more changes on his surface.

The wings that grew feather tubes never grew wings.

On the contrary, the tumors that were out of genetic control grew faster and faster. In the end, they extended outward like a wave, making a "clattering" sound.

The projections that did not have time to dodge were swallowed up by the flesh waves. The yellow sand swept against the current and attached to Tabalf's body surface. He let out an unprecedented roar and rushed towards Riya.

With the sand piling up his body, his figure became taller and bigger.

Lia witnessed all this, and Darus reminded him: "This man is now completely dead and has no thoughts."

"To be honest, you should have taken action just when He had just undergone the transformation. What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking... My inspiration can support me to copy objects, and the creeping chaos calls it creation.

And every creation can increase my total inspiration, which is very necessary for the prophet who is about to perform the first-level meme interpretation."

"You are not planning to..." Darus suddenly thought of a possibility. He felt that Lia's idea was too crazy. This was simply not an idea that people could think of.

"Yes, that's what you think."

Lia nodded.

"I want to copy the lifeless mythical creature below, and use the extraordinary to fight the extraordinary."

As for those submerged projections... Of course, they have more important things to do.

Inside the mythical creature whose body is getting bigger and bigger, a group of free figures successfully found His core.

If the armor had not been torn, the internal organs wrapped in the death curse would not have been so easy for everyone to touch it.

The Black Pharaoh stretched out his hand towards the curse seal, and endless black light gathered from his hand.

The squirming flesh and blood automatically appeared in his hand.

It was also at this time that the mythical creature found that its core was touched.

He completely fell into madness, and the speed of his body expansion increased several times in just an instant.

And Lia also closed her eyes at this time. When she opened her eyes again and peeked out through the mask, the body of the mythical creature was no longer the same as before.

His body turned into crisscrossing lines. Unlike ordinary objects, these lines were scarlet, and digital binary garbled codes appeared on the surface from time to time.