Blood of Mercury

In a very short moment, Scott appeared at the end of the trace, leaving no time for Searle to react.

Of course, this is the "fact" seen from the perspective of an onlooker.

But in Purcell's point of view, there was no process of Scott attacking at all, but the result came directly.

As the black robe on his body was torn apart by an inexplicable force, the vague trajectory was re-determined, and several sword lights flashed in sequence, which happened to pass through his wound.

During the whole process, Searle was held in the air by an inexplicable force. After those sword lights burst into black and sticky blood flowers on him, he could move again.

It wasn't the power of Scott's "lag" origin, but pure swordsmanship.

That is the ancient swordsmanship left before the fall of the Lord of Swords. First determine the fact that the opponent was hit, and then generate the trajectory of the attack.

This kind of swordsmanship that violates the law with pure skill, after the fall of the Lord of the Sword, no one can learn it again.

The Lord of the Sword Throne fell in the 61st year of the calendar of the gods. Counting the time when he arrived at the Palace of Truth with pure swordsmanship, at least someone who lived to be over a thousand years old could possess this level of swordsmanship.

If it weren't for the talent of "born from the light" that obscured Searle's figure, Scott could have chopped up his sunburst with a single sword.

After all, when swordsmanship has been refined to this level, it is already considered an alternative magic in a sense. Advanced magic can counteract weaker magic.

But it's not too late. Scott's sword just cut one of Searle's fleshy wings into pieces, and at the same time, a large piece of tentacle debris fell into the garden below. Purcell's volume was reduced by a third in an instant, and black blood, which was as thick and stinky as oil, fell in the air.

Seeing that Searle was about to lose his combat effectiveness, but Scott's offensive did not stop.

He and Searle are already old rivals, and they know how difficult Searle's immortality is. Decades ago, Cyr, who still served N'Zoth, was a human form abandoned in the White Tower and turned into a complete monster.

Although Searle is still one cornerstone element away from truly awakening Origin, his restraint on Anvilia has already been demonstrated.

Under the blessing of the dual templates of the Son of God and the voters, Anvilia and Scott did not keep the mere golden-level Purr in the White Tower, and let him demolish a large number of buildings and leave safely.

By this time. Scott already understands that I am afraid that Searle is the trump card of the gods. Immunity to witchcraft and stealing magic power is just too annoying, and his two keystones of "prone to chaos" and "below the crime" are terrible...

——Never let him get close to Anvilia.

With a determination in his heart, Scott raised the slender sword wrapped in white bandages in his hand and placed it on his chest.

The flow of runes on his blindfold suddenly accelerated four or five times. The surrounding time was suddenly distorted, dyed with a dirty and yellowish color. Numerous distorted abstractions, **** that were soft and crumpled like oil cakes, full of spikes, and plasticine-like clocks that had been torn in half appeared beside him, spinning at different speeds.

in Scott's vision. Everything around it seems to have slowed down many, many times, the shape of everything becomes blurred, and the mottled light and shadow make everything around it fluctuate constantly as if it were in dim water.

The only normal one is Scott from the center of the twisted world.

Unlike Esther, who also needs to activate the Origin ability on purpose, Scott's Origin is a passive field type. After nearly a thousand years of constant use, it is already on the verge of losing control, and activating the Origin effect is effortless.

Within five meters, is Scott's explosive distance.

Scott raised the long sword covered with white bandages in his hand and slashed hard at Searle, who was frozen in front of him.

But his blade seemed to cut through jelly. Passed it through Searle's body. It just left a vague knife light in the void.

Scott was not surprised, and his backhand continued to slash into the air beside Purcell.

When he had slashed dozens of swords back and forth, and the blurred light of the sword completely covered Searle's side, Scott slowly raised the slender sword wrapped in white bandages on his chest again, and stabbed him with a stab. to Searle.

The next moment, the overlapping hundred swords poured out at the same time. Even though Saier tried his best to dodge, he was still chopped into hundreds of black pieces, and slowly fell to the ground.

The dozens of attacks hidden in the thrusts that Scott met were also superimposed by Scott's "hysteresis" attacks.

But before Scott could catch his breath. At the moment that Purcell was cut into hundreds of parts by him, a small light-green beam of light fell from the sky and shone on Purcell, who had turned into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, those pieces of meat regained their vitality. Intertwined with each other, the muscular black tentacles reconstituted a new body. It's a huge meat ball that keeps expanding.

pitch black. blood red. Densely covered with veins.

"Fucked, Scott—"

Searle's voice became sharper, as if laughing, and as if it was just the wind whistling. Just hearing it makes me feel the pain of cold metal stirring in my mind.

This aggregate of hundreds and thousands of tentacles seems to be thinking as it falls freely. What will it be like.

First, grow wings—

After only thinking for a while, he made up his mind and pulled a bud from the meat ball.

First, it was twisted into the shape of a croissant. After the volume expanded to a height of five floors, a large number of tiny tentacles suddenly spewed out from the two corners of the croissant, intertwined with each other, and weaved into four butterfly wings. The same meat wings.

With the thickness of these four meat wings, it is absolutely impossible to afford this Big Mac. But it just stopped abruptly in the air.

Then, three pairs of scarlet eyeballs of different sizes, without eyelids, and densely covered with bloodshot eyes, appeared on the surface of its wings, and dim yellow light flickered in its eyeballs.

Next up is defense, and the ability to capture Scott—

It thought so, and pierced the middle part of the croissant with sharp spikes of a large piece of bone, and densely slender tentacles were formed from the gaps between the spikes and the spikes. They are tipped with a long, shimmering nozzle, surrounded by a large clump of poisonous needles.

Layers of scales rose from the twisted muscles exposed to the air. There are fine fish scales inside, then fine steel **** in the middle, and a layer of steel plate on the outside.

In less than three seconds, it swelled to an eight-story building and fully armed itself.

Butterfly-winged steel-armored jellyfish - this twisted posture can only be described in this way.

It was a very different look from when Searle hunted the Passion Tree in the City of Fortune.

"I suggest you die once, heresy—"

There was a high-pitched sound like metal scraping.

"Try it if you can."

Stepping on a small open space that Anvilia helped him create, Scott sneered and taunted without fear.

Even so, a serious look gradually appeared in his eyes.

Only a few decades have passed. Searle's rank has not improved in the slightest, but his strength has more than doubled.

The last time we met ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Purcell was still killed by him in an instant, a scum who could only rely on his own immortality to deal with him in embarrassment. But this time, he can already bring some pressure to Scott.

Moreover, there is the priest of the goddess of life who doesn't know where he is hiding... If you don't get her done, Cyr can't kill her at all.

"too slow."

Scott sneered and jumped back to avoid several tentacles that slammed into the ground.

The tentacle slams that others thought were too fast to respond, but Scott thought they were slow to yawn.

His field of vision has always maintained a deceleration rate of more than three times, and if he enters a battle, it will slow down to dozens of times in minutes.

But at this moment, Scott suddenly realized some kind of unease.

The golden light gradually condensed on Saier's steel armor, and the black monster floating in the air was dyed with gold in an instant.

The next moment, thousands of beams of light the thickness of an adult's forearm struck the sky overwhelmingly—(To be continued.)