Morning of Swordsman Tower

But it’s different now, when Silver Ash opened the door of Kjerag, and gradually promoted Originium skills, which is a way to use the power of the ancestors more conveniently, although most people’s abilities are not as strong as their “stand-in messengers” Weird, but it still inevitably caused the status of the Ringers to drop sharply.

So if you want to talk about who the monks hate the most, it is of course silver ash.

But no matter what, this team is still the trump card of the second family of the council. Even the **** of snow has to compromise with the council because of the threat of the Ringers. Even in an emergency, they can forcefully control the snow king God makes almost any action.

Although Jieluo couldn't control the **** of snow to activate the ability of ice and snow because of lack of knowledge of magic, but just being able to control Manzhu to do some other actions was enough to threaten her, such as committing suicide.

Then the next plan is very clear. Since the Ringers can control the God of Snow, it should be feasible to use their abilities to control the "ancestors" behind Shirtel to deal with the evil gods. If it is not enough, add the God of Snow.

He even thought flatteredly that when the Battle of the Evil Gods was over, he could even rely on the extra powerful "god" Shirtel to take over the throne, overwhelm all the upper echelons of the family, and even other Ringers, and take charge of the Kjerag Council. power.

Chapter 225 The God of Riddlers Get Out of Terra!

Jogo actually knew that he was being watched. He had been paying attention to the gazes from around him, and in his vision of judgment, the crime value was like the body temperature of a person, and Bai and Xue's disguise was meaningless.

In the view of Ghost Rider, unless God takes the initiative to pardon you and appoint you as a righteous person, it is almost impossible for human beings to be free from sin. Even a newborn baby will share the responsibility because it is connected with the mother during pregnancy. The sins she has acquired during this time.

So almost no one can escape his judgment vision, but the problem is that there are more than one person hidden around, and it is too superficial to distinguish their forces by crime value, maybe there are Boss Leopard's subordinates coming to observe the situation people.

After all, in some cruel places, only children can distinguish between good guys and bad guys, while heroes and criminals "crime" with completely different purposes.

"Manzhu, this is your name, right? Tell me, are you really the God of Snow?"

Maybe it’s because I don’t need to do anything, it’s a little boring to just watch Shirtel playing hopscotch by himself in a sea of ​​flames, Jogo even connected to the “channel” of the God of Snow again, like a voice teaser Sassy male anchor, but his microphone probably caught fire.

"You...!? You're so aggressive, you're just like a lynx treating its prey wantonly. After all, no one can escape the strong, but you are still asking what you mean by such words!"

Perhaps after being "fired" by Qiao Ge, he was clearly prepared to be "violated" wantonly, but he always didn't see him take actual actions, so he went up and down, went in and out, and even All kinds of verbal provocations...provocations made Manzhu extremely irritable at the moment, and even felt that she had been insulted more seriously than being "forced".

Can you understand what it means?

"Wow, calm down, baby, I don't mean to laugh at you, you have to understand that I come from a place that is quite similar to you, but also very different, probably the 'God' and You are not talking about the same thing."

"..."

Even though Jogo defended himself in advance, he still used words like "something" to refer to the gods. No matter which religious country it is placed in, this is considered a very serious act of blasphemy, but it is true that no **** can take evil How about the Spirit Knight.

Dr. Joe's mental destruction is still so proficient, which is probably the same as saying "I'm not racist" before talking to people of color in Colombia.

"Well, for the sake of being idle now, let me explain to you, I don't believe you are a 'god', you must know that in my dimension, gods are just for weak people to recognize and stand in front of them. The concept of a powerful existence in the sky is like a childish child who sees a rainbow formed by the refraction and reflection of sunlight in water vapor and thinks it is a bridge to the sky."

"Even the 'god' who created a spirit of vengeance like me is just like you in that mighty world, enjoying vain sublime in a 'small' area, but in fact it is a person who needs to be everywhere. Compromise, even in the eyes of the multiverse powerhouse, it's just a guy who is vulnerable."

Of course, what Jogo was talking about was not the world where he went to college, but the Marvel world where Ghost Rider lived, where gods, although unattainable in the eyes of mortals, are used in the eyes of Marvel comic readers. Come to be a tool man.

Like a planetary devourer who belongs to the **** level of the multiverse, he has a very high profile. He is the **** of world destruction, planet killer, eternal brother and guardian, representing the balance of the universe. In theory, the earth is just on his desk. A small snack.

Even the God who created the Ghost Rider is nothing more than a heavenly father **** of a single religion on earth. Although there are powerful heavenly father gods like Odin who can wrestle with the gods of the multiverse, they are still It is two full "administrative levels" behind Galactus.

But what about the actual plot? Galactus is a poor guy who is used by various heroes and villains in various parallel universes to score points. Who has never killed a Galactus, it is really not good to get a name in Marvel.

No matter how powerful this kind of **** is, it cannot be understood as a true god. If the word "god" is to be interpreted in a true sense, it should be an omniscient and omnipotent existence that mortals cannot describe from various angles.

Although this strong adjective is about to be used badly in Marvel, no matter how omniscient and omnipotent, he still can't escape being beaten up by the screenwriter.

"You, what did you just say? The **** who created you... How dare you say that about your god!?"

"Hahaha, so what? You still have to use God's punishment to kill me? Do you think he would wait until now if he could do that? No, it's because my strength is already stronger than his, so he dare not do it! A Don’t you think it’s ridiculous that a high and mighty God would be so coerced by his people!”

Obviously, these words sounded to Manzhu as a secret irony that Manzhu was not worthy of being a **** of snow at all, and his rude words to his master **** sounded flawless, because under the suppression of power, There is absolutely no need for Ghost Rider to take such a risk to mislead her.

All this can only show that the other party has no scruples at all. If she doesn't make a choice, this rampant guy who dares to offend his own creator will not be polite to the indigenous gods of her small country.

"I see. I'll tell you everything you want to know, but if you want to take Enya away, you have to do one thing for me."

"Help you with things? Honey, did I fail to explain clearly, or is the nine-year compulsory education in Kalan Snow Land just at this level? Don't you understand the current situation?"

At this extremely tense moment, Man Zhu was stunned for a while by Qiao Ge's provocative words, and even really thought about it for a few seconds, what is the nine-year compulsory education.

But fortunately, she also knew that it was not the time to worry about this.

"No, I understand that I have no choice, but please listen to everything I said before making a decision, after all... Didn't you just say that you are free?"

Manzhu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he had pressed a certain frequency switch on Jogo, and the channels of the two were suddenly linked together, which made the ghost knight's eyes suddenly glow with hell, and then he looked up and laughed stand up.

"Hahahahaha, that's right, I'm really free! Then tell me everything here, and I'll be all ears."

"Although... I don't have ears!"

Chapter 226 Your hands are beautiful, just like... Kena Lisa

Jogo was very involved in teasing over there, while the situation on Shirtel's side was extremely exciting. After all, Levatin was a super-standard sword, and even if it was wielding it, it was a sword that matched its size. With a giant hand, it is impossible to achieve the speed of swinging a sword like a general guard operator.

General Herag, who is full of survival desire, is an exception, and his saber is not small.

In short, if it is not a frontal attack like the previous stage-style shooting, but multiple rapid attacks from the side and weird angles, it will be difficult for Levatin to swing at high speed to fully protect Shirtel.

So now Shier Teer can only be like a Viet Cong recruit who is enjoying the story of Dongfang Cyan Pearl for the first time, frantically passing bullets in the barrage of hellfire.

Obviously, she can persist until now based on her combat experience. In addition to explaining her talent as a special species of Sarkaz, Jogo released a Titi bathtub when she released water for Shirtel, and every bunch of hellfire raids Either just brushed past her just right, or just hit some "insignificant" parts.

Yes, it's really not very tight, suspenders, stockings and the like.

Shirtel obviously also noticed this situation, and then cast an annoyed and resentful look at the ghost rider who was leaning his elbow on the motorcycle not far away, because he didn't know Jogo's real identity, so This look is probably not accusing him of being a hooligan, after all, what can a skeleton shelf do?

She just felt that Ghost Rider was playing with her, and because of this, she realized that the other party might not be restrained by her skill attribute and Levatin as she had expected before, and she was still very comfortable.

"What are you waiting for? I'm obviously in a hurry, why don't you attack now, don't you really only have this ability?"

Shirtel tried to provoke the Ghost Rider and asked him to take the initiative to get close. This kind of routine was just left over from the old Dr. Yinbi. If he was a Gengar now, he would be able to squeeze his purple potato body into one on the spot. International friendly gestures send back their contempt.

But Qiao Ge just wanted to fall into the trap. He didn't want to get closer to see why the suspenders on her shoulders were all burnt and still didn't fall off... Such a good dress, why don't you recommend it to W?

"Maybe you're right, it's time to save the fun for another time and show you some real action."

The Ghost Rider stepped on a piece of dirt that had been scorched dry by the hellfire, and walked slowly towards Shirtel. At this time, the hellfire that was attacking her around Shirtel also stopped. Sprinting like water splashing, Shirtel finally had a moment of respite after a high-intensity "cha-cha dance".

His steps were steady and rhythmic, and it was not at all obvious that he was motivated to make such an impetuous choice. This also made Shier Teer's heart beat, and he was not sure whether the opponent was really confident or his psychological quality. He is too tough, and wants to use this kind of psychological oppression to make him panic or even collapse, so as to win a chance for himself.

"So, how do you think I will launch an offensive, by raising a gun at you like I did just now..."

Jogo lifted up the evil spirit revolver while walking, and Shirtel quickly directed the demon's hand to raise the sword to block. If the powerful fireball just hit directly, even with her Sarkaz's racial physique and skill talent The extremely high fire resistance may also be blown into fly ash, and only Levatin can compete with it.

But before she could get ready, Jogo put down the ghost revolver again.

He flicked the revolver downwards on his palm, reshaping it into a chain, and the chain flickered like an unstable shape. Various weapons were spinning like a roulette wheel to choose from. Obviously This shows that Ghost Rider's weapons are not limited to a certain standard.

This also made Shirtel even more at a loss, because if he didn't know the type of weapon, he couldn't judge how and from which direction the opponent would attack.

"Or... like this!"

Ghost Rider suddenly drew a fiery phantom-like trail of flames on the spot, and the flaming skeleton suddenly appeared in front of Shirtel, so fast that he was caught off guard, and it was too late to stop him with Levatin Now, Shirtel can only use his flame skills to quickly condense energy.

It is an extravagant hope to expect the flame to have an effect on a skeleton that is already on fire, but it should still be feasible to condense the energy of the flame-attributed origin stone to form an impact, and blow him away temporarily.

But before she could press the "spicy fairy root" on the ghost rider's hip, the skull disappeared from sight, and Stelter's pupils shrank suddenly, separating himself from him. Judging from the combat method of being surrounded by chains and hellfire, it is not difficult to imagine that he probably wanted to attract his frontal attention before launching a sneak attack from the side.

But how could a mere little Charmander guess the thinking of Doctor Rhodes Island?

"Ah♂, your hands, joints, and skin are very soft, and your fingers are white and cute. Can you let me rub your cheeks for a while... although I don't have any cheeks."

It turned out that Jogo didn't use high speed or magic to go around to the side or back of Shirtel, but directly knelt on one knee on the spot, grabbed Shirtel's slender hand with both hands, and brought it close to him. face.

"…you!???"

Being offended by such frivolity all of a sudden, even an ordinary girl would instinctively slap her, not to mention Shirtel who was holding a big sword in a magic hand beside her.

But the problem is, this hooligan guy was his "enemy" just now... and he was still a skeleton,

You are a skeleton ah hello! Does the soft and fair skin of living people have anything to do with you? Or does it look like a really nice leather case to you?

Even if the memory fragments in Shirtel's brain are turned upside down, it is probably impossible to have a plot similar to the current one, so that she didn't even notice that the flames on the opponent's hand bones and face didn't seem to be burned. Regarding her matter, she just lowered her head and stared at Qiao Ge who was intoxicated.

The perfect reaction, like a frightened female doctor in an ambulance.

"Such a perfect hand will make people feel very calm, but there is always something missing, so why not..."

Finally, Jogo let go of one hand and stretched it behind his back, as if he wanted to take out something. Shirtel was also awakened by his movement, and quickly tried to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't resist the strength of the ghost rider In desperation, he immediately commanded Levatin to strike at Jogo with a vertical sword.

But it stopped suddenly in the middle of the journey.

Because what Qiao Ge took out was actually a ring bathed in flames. The huge gemstones on the ring showed a harmonious and natural distribution of red, yellow and green. The ripples of the melted pool water are clear and intoxicating, echoing in the mid-air, it is too beautiful to behold.

No woman would be able to refuse.

"Now, she's perfect..."

Jogo put it firmly on the right **** of Sylter, which usually means that the bearer is in a state of love.

Bang!

The Ghost Rider's head was split into pieces by Levatin's blade, and even the flames of **** emerging from his spine were sucked in.

Chapter 227 I shouldn't, because I'm just a kitten

As an "evil god" and "devil" who almost destroyed Kjerag's belief, Ghost Rider's skull is not as strong as imagined, or in other words, for the feel of an artifact-level weapon like Levatin, There is no big difference from chopping down the skeleton of an ordinary person.

Shirtel didn't even see how all this happened, because all her eyes were on the gemstone ring in her hand just now. It is really rude to put a ring on a woman's hand casually, even Rogue, Rogue Superstar wouldn't do that, but it's just... too big, too pretty.

In fact, this is not a special attack on women, because when Qiao Ge saw this gem for the first time, he was also in a daze for a long time. It seems to have infinite magical power, and it will guide people's souls to something that does not exist in this world. A wonderful place in the world.

Whether it is the lost, the fallen, or the confused and hesitant general public, it will give "salvation" without discrimination.

In a way, it is the God that people should believe in, instead of creating a group of fire skeletons to monitor the guy in the world.

Even though it has now become a ring for girls, it has never changed its mission. It is just that the container carrying this gem was refined from the chain of the necklace by the fire of **** to make a ring.

But no matter how eye-catching, when the ghost knight whose spirit cover was smashed into a water scoop by a big sword fell to the ground, and even the hellfire that surrounded Shirtel was extinguished, she should have realized that something was wrong .

"How did you kill him and why??"

Seeing the Ghost Rider who had lost his sound and fire, Shirtel immediately shifted his unbelievable eyes to the magic hand holding Levatin, because she did not issue the attack command just now, and all of her All attention is on the three-color gemstone.

And this is also the first time that Shirtel will act without authorization when encountering the magic hand.

"It turns out that you don't know at all. How can you call it 'you'? It is a part of you, so why did you kill him? You should ask yourself."

"Who!?"

A voice that sounded like the midnight meowing of a twenty-year-old smoking cat in heat suddenly rang out from behind Stelter, but when she turned around vigilantly, she found nothing. .

"Don't waste your time, even if you don't know your own abilities, how could you find me?"

The voice sounded very smug, as if he thought he was of a higher class than Shirtel, although he actually came to "borrow" her power.

"So I'll help you get rid of this dangerous evil god. You're welcome. This is what I should do."

"...You call this a 'gang'?"

Although Ghost Rider somehow gave him a strange but beautiful ring, Shirtel still does not deny that he is an extremely dangerous guy with an unpredictable temperament, at least in this situation, she will not be against him A skeleton who seems to want to "pursue" himself has a soft heart.

But the premise of all this must be her own will.

The large number of memory fragments that came from nowhere were enough to make Shirtel lost in Terra, and she didn't know which one was real, and the only thing she could rely on was her own will.

If you can't even control your own will, what could be more dangerous than this?

"Obviously, yes, you have the power to defeat the evil god, and it's just as simple as slashing his head with a sword, but you don't have the ability and awareness to use this power. It's really hard for you to use it It is a shameful waste, such a powerful treasure, it should have a higher pursuit, we... Meow!"

Just halfway through the impassioned speech of the mysterious man, he suddenly screamed as if someone pinched the back of his neck, although it really sounded like he had cultivated his voice for decades in Kjerag’s fireplace chimney A cat of the , but it would not be so unusual if it were placed on the ferrin race of Terra.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the conversation between the two of you, because I seem to hear someone say... Enlightenment? Hahahaha, then I will come here uninvited!"

I saw two pure white jade-like skeletal hands protruding from the back of Shier Teer's shoulders on both sides. It is not difficult to imagine that there is a skeleton standing behind her in the posture of embracing her. This scene should have been very pleasant. Horror, if Amiya was here, she would probably be bokied.

with ears.

However, the things held by the two bone hands are really not serious. On the left hand is the evil spirit revolver that Shirtel has seen before, and on the right hand... it is really holding the back of a cat. , it was a cat as big as a medicine ball with shaggy hair, it looked extremely fat, and it had a round face with a stinking fart.

Its name is the cat cat. Although it has a rabbit, it is a cat, and it is indeed a creature that lives in cold and high altitude areas. It is basically a neighbor to the Tibetan fox.

At this time, the left hand holding the gun is aiming the revolver at the mantle, and the mantle is making a wild and frightened meow while trying to shake the muzzle away with its claws, but unfortunately it doesn't work at all. .

Shirtel's heart raced suddenly, and he immediately understood the situation just now. It was obvious that this manul was the "person" behind the scenes who had crossed his control magic hand before, and the reason why he couldn't find where it was after looking around was, of course, The most classic old hide-and-seek trick - hide behind.

Thinking of the big fluffy thing lying on his back just now, but it was still played around without finding its trace, Stelter suddenly blushed, and his blood surged, wishing he could strangle this manul to death with his own hands and destroy the corpse disappear.

"Don't be impulsive, Miss Steele, what to do with it will be discussed later, but for now...hold it for me, thank you."

"…What did you say?"

"I said, hold it for me first, just hold this piece of nape of the neck, and then remember to put your Levatin on it, I am naked now, I always use my hands to put on clothes, don't you know?" Want me to talk to you with my alluring, toned and **** bony curves?"

"oh oh…"

Shirtel took over the mantle from him in a daze, and then poked the tip of Valetin's sword on its belly to suppress the mantle's struggle and resistance, and then remembered that Ghost Rider was not Smashed skull dead? So she looked down, yes, even the "corpse" was still lying in front of her.

However, before she could figure out why, Jogo, who had put on a black hooded long trench coat of the same style again, walked out from behind Shirtel, shaking the revolver with one hand on his hips and the other hand.