Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 185 Beating Xerath 1.0 Violently
"Bah bah...tui!"

Logan spat out the sand between his lips and teeth desperately, but he couldn't spit it out.

He twisted his face and looked at the wound on his body.

It can be said to be appalling.

In his life, Logan has faced all kinds of cold weapons, and experienced the evolutionary journey of overheated weapons with his body, even including the ultimate force of human beings...

Bombing with nuclear weapons.

The body is burned into coke, and then recovered under the super self-healing ability, and the cycle repeats countless times.

That taste is really sour.

And the energy impact from Xerath without dead ends was a brand new beating experience for Wolverine Logan.

The power of magic!
It looks like the worst is the burns.

But unlike thermal weapons, when Xerath's arcane energy bombards him, the burning damage is just incidental, which comes from the spontaneous combustion of the material after it is heated in a high-energy environment.

He couldn't distinguish more differences, after all, Logan was also a layman when it came to magic.

But he could feel that there was a force still raging in his body, exacerbating the injury was one aspect, and it was actually trying to interfere with his self-healing!

Logan felt like he almost died here...

However, it finally survived.

Clenching his fists tightly, Logan let out a howl. The remaining magic power was rootless water, which was quickly evaporated by his self-healing ability. Then, the horrific injury was fully recovered after only two seconds.

He pulled up the trembling Jhin from the ground, and looked it up and down.

good.It's all about it, no big problem.

Just now Logan used his tall body to block Jhin tightly, otherwise, with the latter's small body, he would definitely be dead.

Jin said with sweat profusely, "Thank you."

Logan didn't care much:

"Small idea."

The two returned to the edge of the cliff to observe the situation below.

These two people climbed up deliberately before, and found a perfect sniping position for Jhin, with a wide field of vision and condescending.

Never expected that there is also a hand of Shenluo Tianzheng!
Even though they were so miserable on the cliff, the scene in the deep valley was even more shocking.

The sand that had been deposited for an unknown number of years was pushed out into a perfect spherical area, dozens of sand waterfalls were destroyed, and the just-opened door of immortality had been physically buried.

It looks like a natural disaster scene where a huge meteorite landed.

The might of a demigod...

Jhin: "Look there!"

A blue figure slowly landed in the deep valley, and it was Xerath, the instigator.

As a sniper, Jhin has much better eyesight than Logan.

As soon as his panicked voice fell to the ground, he set up the gun with ease, began to aim, loaded it, and then put his hand on the trigger.

Logan is used to his elusive mentality, but he still couldn't help saying:

"Are you afraid of him? Or are you not afraid of him?"

"Scared to death!"

Jhin's whole body was shaking, but the hand holding the gun remained motionless, and his voice trembled.

"But...he almost killed me, so it's reasonable for me to kill him..."

Logan sang with a sigh: "It's true...but first look for the captain and the others?"

Jhin turned his face away from the scope and blinked: "Huh? Under such an attack, do you think they can survive?"

"..."

Logan was speechless for a moment.

In fact, their position is already on the verge of the impact of magic power, even so, they still feel a great threat.

That distance was closer than them, and the pressure the three of Dante were under was unimaginable.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Logan's heart was half cold when he saw the scene in the deep valley.

"Ska..."

Logan looked sideways and saw Crystal Pioneer shaking the sand on his body, and also walked to the edge of the cliff.

It looked almost uninjured. After all, it was an ancient creature of Shurima, and its magic resistance was much higher than that of humans.

He murmured in his turbid voice: "It's a terrible magic storm...but it's not enough to kill demons."

Jhin shrunk his neck, and obediently searched for it. After a while, he really found some traces.

"Whoa! Over there, Dante's still alive, and the female agent isn't great, but she's still alive, but Steve..."

……

There was a long crack under Dante's feet, which was created by him to stabilize his body... The ground was cracked due to the excessive force.

Panting heavily, he turned his head.

The first thing I saw was the dying Steve.

Natasha's eye circles were a little red, and she was holding her in her arms.

The captain seemed to want to say something, but with a slight movement, the involved skin cracked, and the magic light was revealed from the gap, constantly flickering, destroying his body.

The omnipotent shield failed to protect him in the face of this all-round attack, and the battle suit from the Nemean lion was a little weak in the face of magic damage.

Even Steve lacked experience in dealing with spells and reliable means of protection.

The result was, of course, disastrous.

Dante hurried over, beckoned him not to speak, stretched out his hand, and put it lightly on the captain's neck... The pulse was already very weak, coupled with the interference of the turbulent magic power... If his sense of touch was not sharp enough, he could hardly feel it. .

"Is there any help?"

Natasha's words are very direct.

But the reality is equally cruel... Dante shook his head and said:

"I'm not good at healing, so I can't save him... But I promise, I will avenge him."

Steve's voice can no longer be described as weak. Natasha lowered her head to barely hear:

"mission accomplished."

"Well, we will."

Natasha carefully placed the captain on the ground, stood up with a stern expression, and the light rising from her body was unprecedentedly blazing.

She first said to Dante: "Thank you."

"You're welcome……"

Dante accepted Natasha's thanks frankly.

Even though he had adjusted his position just now, he was standing in front of the two of them and withstood the most powerful impact of the first wave. If it wasn't for this reason, the two of them would probably have lost their bones.

"Your injury is much lighter than I expected."

Natasha: "Today, I was saved by you twice... There won't be a third time."

"Look, although my power is limited, it is already so great."

Xerath's devil-like voice sounded, and after seeing the miserable Steve, he revealed full of complacency:

"It seems that my tactics are very successful. People who use shields as weapons are protectors in their hearts. As long as the time is right, they will volunteer themselves to sacrifice themselves to save others... Haha, it's really great."

Dante and Natasha did not speak, their eyes were dangerous.

However, the deformed Ascender didn't care about these, and said in a hypocritically sad tone:
"Shurima Empire! Wither! Oh, I wish Azir could see this..."

Before he finished speaking, Natasha's figure suddenly disappeared.

Xerath waved his hand, the wave of spells flashed, then raised his other hand, and the destructive arcane energy quickly gathered, blasting towards the invisible Natasha.

Those who are mages are most afraid of assassins. They usually prepare a few spells to detect the enemy's fluctuations.

As a veteran black magician, Xerath is no exception.

While bursting out energy, he also mocked coldly:

"Are you in such a hurry to die?"

Obviously, Xerath was very dissatisfied that the black widow prevented him from acting up.

However, the Black Widow is not a waste that can be broken at the first touch. She just dodged the arcane energy with a huge range.

Immediately afterwards, he kept moving, rushing towards the tall floating figure.

"Hmph, little flea!"

Xerath reached out his hand and shook it sharply.

Natasha felt blessed to her heart, forcibly stopped her figure, endured the strong desire to vomit in the extreme movement and stillness, and took a few steps back.

The wave of magic erupted in front of her, and it was only a little bit, and it could crush her to pieces.

The error tolerance rate is low as expected.

Black Widow is well aware of this. Although she doesn't know the effect of hitting Xerath, as long as she is scratched by the opponent's attack, the best outcome is a serious injury.

It's not a level of combat power at all, not to mention that Xerath is still a turret-type mage.

Calming down her energy and blood, the Black Widow once again disappeared.

Xerath sneered, and was about to repeat the old trick when he stopped abruptly.

Natasha is not fighting alone.

A big black sword was cut in front of his eyes.

It was too close. For Dante, a distance of tens of meters was no different from a step taken by ordinary people.

But Xerath wasn't unprepared. In fact, when attacking Natasha, more than half of his attention was on Dante, who was temporarily inactive.

With his arms crossed, the erected energy shield was covered with fine lines, but it also blocked the attack of the great sword. Dante, who could not take advantage of the force in the air, was bounced away by the reaction force.

Xerath smiled coldly, he was waiting for this moment.

He completely ignored the unknown assassin. Anyway, in his opinion, even the remaining spell shield was enough to resist Natasha's attack.

With both hands together, the arcane magic ball seems to be free of money, and it shoots at Dante in the air like a machine gun.

Looking at the oncoming cannonball, Dante, who appeared to be unstable, smiled.

Turning over in mid-air, the wind on the big sword blew out, forming a wind wall several meters high, and the arcane magic balls hit it one by one, bursting like ordinary balloons.

No cards.

And Dante himself floated in mid-air on the wind, rising to the height of Xerath's line of sight, with a sneer on his face.

Although he didn't speak, the meaning has been conveyed.

"Isn't it just flying twice, who can't?"

Xerath: "..."

Faced with a large-scale spell storm before, Dante did not show the ability to fly, so he really thought that this demon really couldn't fly... Even if he could, I'm afraid it would not be so easy.

This is not surprising, there are actually quite a few demigods who can't fly.

Like Nasus just now.

Gravity, after all, is one of the basic rules of the macrocosm. If you want to conquer it, unless your strength reaches the strength of a true god, you still need some skills.

So Xerath was really surprised. Being smart, he soon realized that he had been fooled.

The counterattack is coming!
He had expected this, but the method was unexpected.

The originally cracked spell shield seemed to be broken from the glass.

The sniper knew the weak point of the broken shield, and this shot was perfect, smashing it just right.

Xerath turned his head abruptly.

"There are not three enemies!"

Before the new shield could be erected in time, Natasha's face was full of anger, and she tore and chopped off Xerath's head with her fingers and claws combined with her tail.

After landing, she rolled and the black widow was unscathed.

Until this moment, the distant gunshots had just reached here.

Xerath's head was small compared to his body, proportionately, it looked like a fist had grown on the head.

funny,

But in terms of real size, this head is huge, comparable to the upper body of the Black Widow.

She was a little out of breath. After all, it was the burst of dark energy in her body that made her cut off the head with one blow.

Generally speaking, the battle should end here, but neither she nor Dante relaxed their vigilance.

Because Xerath was still floating there.

Sure enough, as the head sublimated and dissipated, another one grew out of Xerath.

Dante grinned:

"He doesn't have a conventional vital point, but there must be a core to entrust his consciousness and soul... If you find him, you can kill him."

Xerath: "Hmph, so what if I know? My energy is beyond your imagination."

The wind and sand rose again.

Hearing the sound of several people fighting fiercely, Steve wanted to help, but his body didn't listen.

Suddenly, he saw a transparent figure standing in front of him.

Steve almost thought it was his dying hallucination, but the figure lifted him up.

"Hang on, kid, we're... going home."

　I wanted to close a chapter, but it failed. Forget it, let Ze Sanpao live another chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)