Chapter 105

He wrapped his voice with magic, making sure that only Sazex could hear his voice.

"Sazex, did you encounter any unexpected situation just now? Why is the atmosphere so heavy?"

Sazex's expression stiffened slightly.

...

At this time, Su Mu had already appeared outside the golden sky.

He could feel that there were an incalculable number of powerhouses gathered from all over the world at this time.

Even some extremely powerful ones, such as Shiva, Emperor Shitian, etc. are also among them.

Now, if we talk about the energy level in his body, then maybe it is still higher than Su Mu - of course, it is only the energy level.

If it is said that the powerhouses in this world can generally use 100 shares of energy to exert 100 effects, then Su Mu at this time can at least exert 1000 effects.

If there is no accident, he doesn't even need to open the numerous hole cards.

[Ding--! Congratulations to the host for completing the diamond-level achievement, "Let the whole world be covered by the flames of war", and get the diamond-level achievement! ]

[Ding--! Diamond-level achievement rewards are being distributed! Congrats to the host for getting a diamond-level reward, the realization of the dream, the "Handan method"! ]

Su Mu glanced at the reward.

To be honest, it was not the Major Arcana, which made him feel a little regretful.

After all, if it is the big arcana card, it can make the tree of Kabbalah, the colorful reward he previously obtained, play more roles.

Compared with other systems, the achievement reward can make the previously obtained rewards play a more important role and make him more happy.

The power system lies in essence, not in abundance.

Kabbalah, and Eternal Destruction, these two systems are enough for the time being.

At this time, the power that can "realize dreams", the Handan method, can be used as a supplement to the means.

The so-called Handan method refers to the "dream that can become powerful and quick", "dream that can break things", "dream that can become strong and good at recovery", "dream that can become strong and good at recovery" and "can carry out long-range attacks like psychic power" for a long time. "Dream", "A dream that can create things at will".

To materialize these dreams is the power of the Handan Law.

Its strength mainly depends on the user's willpower level.

It can be said that it is a typical example of the power of the idealism series.

But for Su Mu at this time...

Well, it might be fine for occasional use as an extra.

Thinking like this, Su Mu, who felt that someone was approaching her side, looked sideways.

The person who came here seems to be someone who has appeared in the plot. If he remembers correctly, this seems to be a typical example of the rise of waste materials in the underworld. It seems to be called Sailaorg?

The master of the battle axe with the lion king.

Thinking of this, he walked over casually.

Sairaorg Baal.

The great king who was born at the head of the 72 pillars, the Baal family, was expelled from the family because he did not inherit the destructive power of the Baal family and was regarded as a family shame along with the mother who gave birth to an incompetent son.

Later, Sairaorg gained power through frantic practice, and his speed and strength reached the pinnacle.

In this way, he returned to the Baal family to defeat the current suzerain and the next suzerain candidate, and became the successor suzerain.

"hateful!"

At this time, this model of the rising type of waste material slammed the ground with his fists.

"What's... what's going on!"

"Why, Lord Seraph... Seraph would do such a thing!"

I want to create a world in which dreams can be realized as long as there is strength, regardless of family background.

In this way, he is 180, and Zhi Quecang can be regarded as like-minded friends.

It's just that he couldn't understand what happened.

The only thing I can know is that my friend, who has always been doting on her sister...

"asshole!"

Slamming the ground hard again, Sairaorg stood up in resentment.

Eyes full of anger stared at the city of gold in the distance, in the shape of an angry lion.

"Absolutely, I can't spare the guy who is doing the trick behind his back..."

When he was about to move on, the creepy feeling that rose up his spine made him shudder to stop.

What came from a distance was the rustling sound of feet stepping on gravel.

"Ha, heaven—"

As if strangled by his throat, Saraorg couldn't help but looked up at the sky.

Then, countless mythical forces in this area saw the setting sun sink quickly.

Under the action of some kind of power, the surroundings quickly turned into a night scene.

This willful scene can be called the double violence of vision and perception.

Then, Sairaorg heard footsteps, and approached him one step after another.

The silver moon hangs high like a mirror.

On the sand not far away, the figure stood silently.

From the appearance, the age is not big, but it reveals majesty from the inside out.

There are no flaws.

The eyes are blazing golden, but they exude the opposite aura like frozen steel.

Although his appearance is very decent, he lacks the warmth that a person should have.

Cruel, cold, and oppressive appearance, permeated with a ghost-like sense of existence, and at the same time has a viciousness that is contrary to humanity.

If it appears in the animation, just seeing it can make children shout that this is a big villain.

In the same way, as long as he is a normal person, he will subconsciously regard him as an enemy.

He seems to be a man who makes everything uneasy, a man who can't be normal if he gets close, a man who hides a strange and unbalanced feeling.

He was just standing there, and the world around him was full of notes that led him to shattering.

"You are..."

Sairaorg was subconsciously captured by this gesture, but quickly recovered.

"It turned out to be you—!".

Chapter 174 Brahma's Powerlessness!

Because of that imposing manner, Sairaorg was not able to realize immediately that the man who appeared over there knew him.

Even if there is no chance of contact, when Su Mu and Phoenix chess fight, he is also a bystander - even if he doesn't understand it at all.

Moreover, in his impression, the other party seemed to be Canna Sidi's lover.

Unlike most idiots who call themselves noble, Sairaorg believes that strength is a more important criterion than family background.

Therefore, he does not have an opinion on Su Mu like some demons do.

However, now that Cang Na was being…

Sairaorg rarely thinks carefully, he believes more in solving problems by his own strength.

But that doesn't mean he can't tell the difference between friend and foe.

"It's you, right? You should know what happened to Canna Sidi, right?"

Sairaog's eyes widened, and he said in a deep voice, the muscles all over his body knitted together.

Since he was a child, he was not taken seriously because he was not able to inherit the magic power of Baal's family's destruction, or he was excluded from his mother.

However, by virtue of his physical talent and hard training, he has obtained powers that are unimaginable for ordinary people—although it is also because of his identity as a demon.

Of course, many people came to know him by virtue of his identity as the owner of the "Lion King's Battle Axe".

Even so, it cannot be ignored that he relied on his own will and strength to subdue this god-killing tool.

It seems to be a bloody drama like the rise of waste wood.

"what?"

Su Mu's expression was indifferent and his eyes were calm.

And the expression seems to be very interested.

I didn't wait for Su Mu's answer, or even Sairaorg himself didn't know what was going on.

His mind, accustomed to the collision of simple forces, left no room for sorting out all the contexts.

But even so-

"My fist can tell me who I should beat!"

Qiujie's muscles were instantly covered with vigorous fighting spirit.

"Steel of the Lion King!"

With a roar like a lion's roar, a purple-gold brilliance erupted from Saraorg's hand.

In an instant, his sturdy body was wrapped in purple-gold armor.

Although it is purple-gold, it is far from the word Huamei.

Roughness, strength, nothing more.

The Lion King's battle axe is a god-killing tool made by the God of the Bible.

The host of this generation of the Lion King's battle axe was accidentally murdered before the artifact was awakened.

After Sera Ogg went berserk and killed all the murderers who murdered the host, he defeated the Godless Tool to subdue it.

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It has the strength of the most advanced demon, and in this war, it has been tempered by blood and fire.

"Ha々〃."

Su Mu gently closed her eyes and exhaled.

"Is it completely based on my own feelings? As long as I am strong enough, so many conspiracies will stay away from me, and sometimes I will envy such a simple and rude approach..."

It seems to be mocking, it seems to be admiration.

He completely turned a deaf ear to Sairaorg who rushed over.

"Then, how far you can reach and how useful you are, let me measure it a little."

Su Mu kept her eyes slightly down and said softly.

"You bastard--"

Sairaorg clenched his fists as hard as he could.

Through that contemptuous attitude, it is natural to understand that the other party knows the doubts in his heart at this time.

But even so, he still maintained this unhurried, calm--even acquiescent attitude.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

He let out a roar as he was enveloped in scorching fighting intent.

At such a time, the only one who can express the grief of losing a friend, express the resentment for his own powerlessness, and express his anger at the casual attitude of the guy in front of him is the fist.

The roaring sound of fists and feet seems to be shaking this foreign land.

Even Sairaorg himself couldn't remember how many times he swung his fist.

The arm was numb due to the force of the shock, the tiger's mouth had already burst, and the flesh in the hand armor was blurred.

However, the momentum of his attack was still not slow in the slightest.

Even if the entire arm disappears, it doesn't matter, the guy in front of him will definitely be turned into dust—what is the reason for this idea?