After the symbiote parasitized, Su Ming gained a good ability, that is, the liquefaction of the body, but due to historical problems, the skull transformed from X metal still could not be deformed.
The symbiote binds the cells of his whole body, allowing it to stretch or deform to a large extent, but the X metal is somewhat beyond its capabilities, and Su Ming can only control the metal to cooperate with it autonomously.
Fortunately, the brain is strong enough, and multi-line operation is not a problem.
After peeking into the battlefield, he transformed into a puddle of black liquid, which looked like a pile of water-mixed ashes from a distance, with a head on it.
But that's enough, who would notice a puddle of liquid and a head on the battlefield?
"You hide well, after the war, you protect yourself first, I will launch a sneak attack on the key positions on the left flank of the battlefield, and then it is likely that there will be psychic magic linked to you, just listen to the command."
On the ground, Su Ming's head rotated 180 degrees, and he raised his head to explain to the doctor.
Holleway licked his lips, clenched his guns, nodded with a strange expression, and talked to the human head, it was an awkward feeling.
And the Demon Floating Cloak seems to be very lost, even the floating seems to be weak, lost, as a supreme magic weapon, actually lost to an alien monster "Help me take care of my uniform, I'm leaving."
The weapon can only carry an owl dagger, and the god killer has the divine power of the god of fire, which is emitting energy all the time, and it is inevitable that these mages will sense it when they are close.
As long as the X metal is not activated by the mind, there is no energy overflow, but the Night Sword is so big and sharp that it cannot be hidden.
The symbiote swam with Su Ming against the ground, and from above it was a normal smashing charred corpse, but if it was like a beetle, it was moving forward as fast.
Symbiosis is now a part of the body, and any action is decided by Su Ming, and whenever the super brain feels as if someone is going to look at him, he will stop and remain motionless.
I'm a, little rock So the mages only saw an unburned head in the ashes, and there was no point in focusing on a corpse in the middle of the battle, which was surrounded by thunder and fire magic.
So they quickly put that behind them.
Su Ming just walked and stopped, and slipped from the place where the crowd was not paying attention, and slipped not far behind Jibo.
"Druid, you're no match for me, and now, are you already feeling a sharp pain in your heart?"
Gibault stuck out his tongue and licked his nose, the side effects of the dark magic making his tongue look like a lizard.
As he spoke, he broke his opponent's will, and he fought the druid, who used the red fan magic to take the magic black knife from Giboult's hand.
But as Gibault said, the cost of overcasting is already beginning to be felt in the druid, even if it hurts not the heart, but the brain.
It was as if the phase worms were starting to eat at his will.
There was no way, the druid had to use several phase magic in quick succession to dodge the attack, and it was like dropping bait in a fishpond.
The Phase Worm is a dangerous mana virus that exists in a magical dimension that cannot be seen by ordinary humans.
They are attracted to certain spells and thus entangle the users of the spell in order to gain more phase energy, which is their favorite food.
Now the druid clearly felt that his spiritual power was being drained, and he had no chance to open the eye of heaven or go out of his body to get rid of these bugs.
The battle between mages is always dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will lose everything.
"Leave, Gibault, while you haven't made a big mistake."
"Hehehe, my new teacher doesn't think so, Gu Yi is not her opponent, you are all dead."
Gibault laughed a few times and slashed at the druid, who had a magic shield in his hand to block the blow, but the power of the dark magic still worked on him, causing him to stagger back several steps.
"Die!"
Seeing that the druid's defenses had failed and the flaws were revealed, Gibo immediately pinched out a string of magic seals in his empty hands, and the spell in his heart quickly and silently recited: "In the name of Exeron's cold tentacles, sluggish!"
” Exheron is the god of hell, representing procrastination and obstruction, and often appears as a tentacled Frost Giant, whose power can be easily accessed by any mage who intends to hinder the plans and actions of others.
Of course, this is black magic, and once you borrow a little, you have to pay it back tenfold, and the cost of casting it is often related to an involuntary trip to hell.
The soul of the payer will be sucked out of its shell and spent a long, long time with Exheron in its magical realm that is almost time-still If the soul is fortunate enough to survive the almost endless years and return to the body, it often loses the ability to perceive the world, and only keeps talking crazy every day, which the mages call stupidity.
Gibo seems to have prepared enough sacrifices for a long time, and he does not hesitate to release the dark magic with huge side effects now, but the druid will have a hard time coping with it, this level of magic must be counteracted by the same level, but he has to bear the price.
It's like playing cards, now he only has a few single cards in his hand, and Gibault has just dropped a straight flush.
Now that the two Supreme Mages are fighting each other, spatial turbulence is everywhere, and others can't use spatial magic, so it's almost life-threatening.
And the phase magic can't be used, otherwise he will be overwhelmed by the phase worm and pass out.
Now, once the delayed magic is applied to him, Gibo will definitely use the Dormammus Black Knife to give himself a blow, which is almost certain death.
So the druid decided to re-bid and he also used a black magic, which was mostly auxiliary magic and had limited use in combat.
Kama Taj does have a lot of black magic, and there are many people who master it but don't use it often, and the ancient one doesn't advocate the use of demon god powers, and always emphasizes the risks of using black magic.
But now, the druids have no other choice, as for repaying the debt, that is a matter for the future, so let's get past the current hurdle first.
"In the name of the thick breath of Farrattel, atomization."
He recited a spell in his heart, and quietly formed a magic seal behind the back of his hand.
One of the Eight Great Evil Gods, Falatel is an unspeakable serpent monster who wields all the magical powers of water.
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It's not particularly sane, so occasionally stealing some of its powers won't be detected, such as conjuring up a few glasses of water or taking a shower, and it won't cost you anything if it's not discovered.
However, it is a high-level spell that directly communicates with the demon god itself to gain power by directly communicating with the demon god itself, and it is impossible to be undetected.
In the future, if it suddenly remembers to ask for a debt, the druid's body will have a lot of extraterrestrial fluids out of thin air, soak his internal organs into decay, and sacrifice the melted flesh.
The flesh and blood of the magician tastes very good, containing magical energy and abundant souls, often with alternative flavors from other dimensions, and the demon gods like to eat a little bit in their free time, just like some popcorn when watching a movie.
The druid, however, didn't care so much, his eyes fixed on the oncoming green light.
The power of the evil god was superior to the power of the demon god, and the delay magic passed through the druid's hazy body, taking only some water vapor with it.
Gibo gave a mocking smile, in his opinion the people of Kama Taj were too hypocritical, and they kept saying that they were against the dark arts, but they had learned a lot.
"That's a good response, but how many more times can you cast a spell?
Speaking of which, I still remember a few white magics.
The seal in Gibo's hand changed again, his thumb pinched his ring finger, and the other three fingers were erected, which was the handprint representing Emperor Weishan, and he silently recited: "In the name of Hoggs, pass on." ” Emperor Vishan is a triune god of magic, and the appearance of a saint in front of a person is generally the image of three huge heads, a man, a woman and a tiger, and Hoggs is the head of the tiger among them.
Black mages can also borrow the power of the Vishandi, as long as the mudras and spells are correct, and the mobilization of mental power is accurate, then they don't care who they lend their magic power to.
The existence of human beings is too small, and good or evil, or victory or defeat, is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the gods.
Some black mist formed silk threads and flew out of the sky, and there seemed to be a scream from the unknown space, a mournful cry that linked the soul.
Gibo's magic shifted all the cost of his previous spell to the sacrifices that had been prepared long ago, maybe hundreds of living people, maybe magic items made from their hearts or brains that had been taken out long ago.
No one knows exactly how he did it, but the sacrificial rites have never been a peaceful thing to watch.
Anyway, he's able to cast a lot of dark magic again, and the druids are in an awkward position.
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