They all call me the Outer God

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Inside his body, a particularly eye -catching line was grabbed in his hand by the translucent garbled body of the body, as if he noticed his eyes, and the human figure garbled twisted his head towards this side.

The next moment, the garbled around His fluctuated, and Ria also saw His smile on himself, and then he couldn't wait to transfer the things on his hand to him.

The slap -long blade fragments appeared in the hands of Ria, with a strong death atmosphere.

Since then, the authority of war, plague, famine, and death has been completely collected.

When Riya came into contact with the fragments made up of the metal, the thoughts actually appeared for a moment.

At that moment, he spicked through this fragments to a certain historical projection.

In the gorgeous and shiny hall, the gentle sunshine shrouded in every corner, until the shadow had nowhere to be stuck.

The knight with a armor holding a broken sword was half -kneeling in a man with a half -rolled blonde face, and his head was drooping in front of him, and he seemed to regret it at him.

"Your Majesty, I guilty, please give me a death."

When Ria heard that the knight's voice was trembling, it regretted the fact that the defeat was rigid, and the man's tone was still as early as the beginning.

"■■■■, you always love like this, stop all the liability of defeat on yourself, you know that I can't bear to punish anyone."

"I give you the authority of death, I hope you don't want to survive your life forever ... Your life should be as long as me, and I also hope that you will support me when I can't move. "" "

"Haha, although the day of that day should be long and long."

He leaned down halfway, reached out and touched the knight's shoulder, recognized His glory, and then took the damaged death sword from the knight's hands, and he regretted the gap above.

"How bad is this, I'll help you repair it."

"In the next time, you can only be wronged with other long swords, but it doesn't matter, ■■■■■, please believe my craft, I will cast it ten times more perfect than the original."

To put it, the man with a blurred face turned slowly, and his body was completely dislocated in the shroud of the sun, and the picture that Riya saw was the scene where the hand attached to the hard helmet was stretched at Him.

The broken blade was still holding a broken blade in his hand.

"His Majesty!!!"

When Ria heard the scared shout of the Cavaliers, all the scenes broke like a mirror.

The death knight finally failed to wait until the long sword that had half -rolled blonde.

And the blond man is the real ... bright sun.

Ria returned to God, looking at the fragments in his hand very complicatedly.

No wonder many gods have noticed that there is a problem with the glorious rising sun. It is really that Ghehros is not comparable to the former Ritter Rising Sun.

The sun is warm and powerful, and it is not a star that can be forged at will. The four major knights are willing to follow Him.

If it is not a stars, the death knight should now be able to take back his long sword again. The glory of the sun can continue to shine warmly, Erles will not encounter such a calamity now.

If the Four Knights know how desperate it is to be driven by Ghehros so far.

"Please rest assured, I will let you meet again."

Ria made a nearly sighing sound. In the next second, he tightened his palms, and let the objects that contained the power of death pierced his flesh.

He watched his arm decay at the speed of the naked eye, and then a root tentacle drilled out of the good place and fired it, until he dragged it into the body completely.

At this moment, the youth almost dared not to have any slackness to the inside of the god grid, and delivered it to it for management. Compared with the doubts and cautiousness in contact with the gods in the past, there was more than in the face of the divine grid. It's a bit kind.

"Our plan has been completed half."

Having said that his consciousness returned to reality sharply, and opened his palms at the siege of the sand waves that continued to sweep, and the pupils behind the mask also exuded golden light.

Everything is traceable and has the laws of their own operation. Although he can not create a life body based on the body of his life, under the blessing of the power of Nayarattipp, he can completely put the state in front of [ Death] The mythical creatures are copied and turned into their own.

This is------

Create.

"boom!!!!!!!!"

On the barrier built by Roya to resist mythical biological attacks, His big body was pressed above Riya's head. As long as Riya looked up, he could see that there were countless hands and scratching himself. barrier.

He didn't dare to relax at all, just staring at the seemingly messy lines, constantly trying to analyze and understand the laws.

Then, it is copy.

"Bang!!!"

At the same time, Taborf's body caught the barrier of the guardian model.

At this moment, He also saw that Ria's body exploded in vain, and fried into a stall of flesh and blood like sticky bacteria. The mask also fell above them, and smiled. It's still bright red.

[Ha, hahahahaha, I finally understand everything! .

Although Ria was blown into an adult shape at this time, his mood was extremely high, and he even shouted that he wanted to shout for a long time.

As if he had just spent a lot of energy to solve a very complicated science problem, and the process and results were fully scored.

Right now, it is when the results are verified.

Just as Tabul couldn't wait to wipe Ria completely, a arm was caught off guard from the sand from the sand next to His body, and then he fisted his body ruthlessly to put on his body to wear it.

Many historical projections overflowed from the gap and chose to integrate into the new "mythical creature" body.

The new "Taborf" body is becoming more and more complete.

It waved the fist twice and smashed it to the right master again, and then seemed to be not addicted at all. Shadow.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom-"

The shape of "Tabulf" is gradually revealed. Unlike the positive Lord, it is like a giant who is lying in the sand slowly getting up, and six raised prototypes condensed by sand appear behind the back.

It seems that if it is willing, the six raised objects can instantly turn into wings to let the owner in front see what is called angel.

However, it does not, it just blindfolds the bump into fists and many historical projection, fighting the real Taborf.

Naturally, this scene was stunned by the people in Wangcheng. The giants were proud of Ria, and when the soldiers next to them did not respond, they raised their fists without looking back.

The giants have always been a group of war individuals. How others treat them. In the state of someone who supports them, they will return the shame backlessly.

At this moment, the remaining slaves in the city also showed signs of rebellion.

They looked at the huge figure in the distance, and they didn't know what they thought of, and their eyes were shining.

It was a hit with a heavy fist and smashed into Taborf fiercely. He screamed hoarsely and summoned the thirteen Buckley "gods" condensed from sand. Essence

But Ria is the least afraid of group war. When they rush out at a high speed, a root tentacle rushes out of the shadow at the bottom of their bottom to shoot them ruthlessly, and what these angels are greeted are chaotic chaos. Historical projection.

Black French veterans watched them jokingly: "The pictures in ancient books can now become like a human look, which is really gratifying."

"Do you want to stay?"

His sentence is obviously asking Riya, and the reply given by Riya is to directly extend a lot of gray -black spikes directly from the shadow to penetrate them through.

The answer is obvious, one will not be left.

"It's a good style."

The eyes of Black French narrowed slightly, and it seemed that his face became more and more noble.

More and more historical projections have joined the confrontation with them, and the "Taborf" copied by Riya has the ability to comparable to the deity, and even under the blessing of death, the Vietnam War is more brave.

The loss of the core Taborf is gradually falling apart. At this time, he was still struggling with dying, fighting with the copy, and the yellow sand was darker.

At this time, Ria, which is not adult, is trying to re -form the body.

He perceived everything around him, perceived the strong death of death under the red moon, and felt the screams in the tomb in the desert, couldn't wait to rush out, and couldn't help but pop out such a word in his mind--

Natural disaster.

"Oh ... I understand why the necromancer in those stories has caused hates so much."

The blasphemy of the deceased allows them not to restore it. It is extremely frightening to manipulate the deceased to let them return to the battlefield.

After all, there is a war. No one can guarantee that no one in the war is casualties. After a second, the comrades who are still fighting side by side in the second second will be killed next second.

As Tabarf's last died, even though Riya knew that He was unlikely to have consciousness, he still asked his question.

"I have to kill you the one behind you without reaction, so good -tempered?"

I don't know where this sentence was pierced by Tabulf. He stopped all his actions in a sudden suddenly, and collapsed with a "bombardment", and the dust swept the surroundings like the avalanche.

And the President Hei Fa also appeared beside Ria at this moment: "Remind a sentence, His main model is lucky because of luck."

"So he wants to run?"

"The reason why lucky is called lucky because good luck always appears on their side. They are like the protagonist halo in the story, and it is difficult to be killed. There will be a variety of accidents to get out of them. "

"So, aren't we just a villain against the protagonist?"

"It is almost appropriate to understand this way."

Black Fa looked down at the large amount of sand and dust below, raised his hand, and the scattered sand disappeared suddenly, and Tabulf's figure disappeared.

"This person has been shrouded in good luck since he was a child. When he was born, his parents picked up gold and eaten and drink at home. They went out at the age of three to know the big princess of Buckley. At the age of eight, he got the lucky child.

But he has no children.

He does not need a son -in -law. For Him, the son -in -law will only become a breakthrough of the reactionaries, but the princess is His favorite person.

At the age of twenty, He watched the gods in the old books in the old books, which flicivated them into their own use, and spread their image to collect faith to strengthen themselves.

No one who has the enemy of Him will have a good end. It is also an inevitable result to become an angel less than forty years old, but so far, the main model is no longer allowed to allow him to be promoted up. "

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When he heard this, Ria has completely restored his body. His tone is faint: "Even these things know so clearly, you are not actually historical projection, right?"

"Congratulations, you guess right."

Black Fa stretched out his hand to hold his palm for Riya. In fact, His exception was too obvious, and it was difficult to not let Riya think more.

"I like dealing with smart people. Since you can guess these, you might as well guess how I know the life of the lucky angel?"

When Ria heard His words, I didn't want to guess, but the eyes of the Black Pharaoh were too hot. Therefore, Ria was silent for a long time and said a terrible conjecture.

"I guess, you are the big princess in the story ..."

Black Fa raised his eyebrow: "Why do you think so? What bad impression of other avatars made you think I am such a person?"

Lia: "... No."

"yes."

Ria: "..."

He never hoped that he was so wrong so much.

This answer may be very helpless and puzzling for him, but it is different for those of the royal family, because in their impression, the Pharaoh of Black French has been divided into corpses since the fifth.

But the truth is that no matter which dynasties exist in His figure, He is almost everywhere, and He just observes everyone's expression and every move like a audience who plays an actor.

He participated in their lives and became their closest or most hostile people, and then secretly applauded or laughed for them.

This is terrible. The degree of terribleness is no less than that of a person who is afraid that the ghosts are filled with various exclusive items in their own house and are safe, but in fact, the ghost has always been inside the house.

Riya couldn't help but mourn for Taborf for three seconds: "So how should we find Him next?"

"This is simple."

Black Fa sneered, then blurred, and became the big princess of the Barkley old dynasty in front of Riya, and the queen of the present dynasty.

"Fortunately, the cause of the lucky child is really troublesome, but this does not mean that the person who holds the cause is an immortal body. As long as you find a way others think that they are unlucky in the subconscious, they will be vulnerable."

"So my dear Lord, do you agree with Taborf's fifteenth from the subconscious consciousness as a guy who is unlucky from the inside to the outside?"

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