Original God, looking for the heart

After experiencing a big battle, Kong's physical strength was obviously a little weak. The angle of the attack was very tricky, and even the path was consistent with his movement trajectory.

Paimon: "With such terrifying accuracy, did the skirmishers really not gain the omniscience and omnipotence of the Great Merciful Tree King? Could it be that the canned knowledge of the gods had already begun to be injected into them during the previous battle?"

Nasida floated into the air and dodged the attack: "No, he does not have the divinity of the Great Ci Tree King."

"Ugh!" The aftermath of Paimon's attack was felt, "Can't we create another dream like before?"

"Paimon, I've already tried it. The current skirmisher cannot be contained by the dream. Therefore, the mecha is controlling him."

"boom"

"Drink! Ahem..." All escape routes were blocked, and Sora was forced to receive a wave of elemental attacks before falling to the ground.

Just like before, Zhengji is preparing to carry out complete "annihilation" work.

Paimon flew to Sora's side and tried to help him up.

The coercion has been increasing, and the cohesion of Zhengji has been going on to the end. In front of him, there was only a purple hue of thunder and lightning.

A strong wind blew, and a figure flashed in front of Sora. A blue protective shield was constructed instantly, protecting Sora and Paimon together.

"Stay behind me. Zhu Yue, help me."

There was a faint dragon's roar, and the blue protective shell was coated with a layer of scarlet.

A powerful thunder struck, piercing everyone's eyes. Mo Bei was shocked and took a few steps back. While steadying his legs, he focused more on the attack of dismantling elements.

The tiny flames seemed to be alive, slipping into the cracks of the lightning and killing the main attack point.

But the power of God is so easy to resist. At the same time as the thunder roared, the subtle cracking sound of the protective shield was mixed in. Mo Bei reduced his strength and concentrated the protective shield on several important parts as well as Sora and Paimon's bodies.

"Ha... Anyway, I can't die."

Thunder and lightning rushed towards Mo Bei, tearing away flesh and blood mercilessly. Mo Bei felt that some parts of his skin could no longer withstand the high voltage and were burned by the electricity, turning outwards... His face was sticky and warm.

"It hurts..." On the plane, the pain from his back woke up the soldier. The cracks spread from the broken joint on the back to the neck and behind the ears. The ugly wound glowed faintly purple like the broken end of the catheter.

"Opportunity, when..." He was not consciously conscious. When he moved his fingers and wanted to make some movements, the traction at each joint restricted him. "Can't move...?" Even using his consciousness to operate In vain.

The long thunder finally ended. The smoke vaguely revealed the posture of someone standing with a sword.

"Hiss..." The erosion of the thunder light caused paralysis, and Mo Bei clearly realized that the coordination ability of his limbs had declined. At the same time, he also discovered the skirmishers coming. Although it was only a small movement, it was worth his effort.

"Asan——"

"!!"

The doll trapped in the head of the machine wakes up. The skirmisher stretched out his hand and reached out.

"I can't... I can't just give up... let alone... hurt you..." Warm purple and red liquid spilled from the corners of his mouth. The skirmisher finally moved a little further, and the silk thread that entangled him forcefully pulled him back. .

"Uh...uh!" Xuansi once again drew energy from the skirmishers to maintain operation.

Mo Bei clearly heard the voices of the skirmishers and felt heartbroken.

"Not good. Youlong!"

A water elemental dragon quickly appeared behind him. The water dragon grabbed Sora's arm and pulled him up, grabbing Paimon with one claw at the same time. Paimon broke off the water dragon's claws and asked Mo Bei what he wanted to do. However, the next moment, she chose to shut up obediently——

The venue where they had just been was now filled with riot elements. If he had stayed there just now, his life would have been at stake.

However, Mo Bei hasn't come out yet. He endured the burning of fire, the tearing of thunder and lightning...his flesh and blood healed after being cracked, and he was injured again under new attacks...

No matter how powerful the healing ability is, it can't cover up the traces of injury and pain - blood.

"Candle Day" is suspended and its shape is changing. Mo Bei jumped up, forming a platform of wind under his feet. Then, a blood-red sickle appeared.

Under the control of the doctor, all the elements on the side of the fuselage attacked Mo Bei. Twisted, messy, in pursuit... Mo Bei also discovered that the user of such a messy element was obviously not proficient enough in controlling the elements.

"Just rub them together like this, and that's—" Mo Bei held the sickle with both hands, and flames ignited on the blade. He found the right moment to turn around and cut the elemental ball in half neatly, "Give me a chance to crack it!"

After the element was split apart, another explosion roared in the air. The air currents dispersed, and Mo Bei guided them to send him upwards.

His target - the main machine control room, where the skirmishers are located.

Obviously, this mecha is not easy to mess with. The ring behind him unfolded, and four huge mechanical arms grabbed Mo Bei.

"Tch, it's really troublesome."

Holding the sickle in one hand, Mo Bei stepped on the wind formation and kept jumping upwards. The mechanical hand came over and he made a fighting stance, but the moment before the sickle confronted him, he tore open a portal. Appearing again, he continued to jump upward using his mechanical arm as a springboard.

Two robot arms came one after another, sealing the left and right sides. Above his head, another arm pressed down.

"Chaos, take action!"

"Remember to call me earlier next time, maybe you won't have to be so embarrassed."

Behind the main plane, a black space slowly unfolded. Dark tentacles erupted from within, grabbing all four arms of Zheng Ji.

I could only hear Chaos being smug: "Whose hands are better?"

"Boy, my reminder is, don't let him out easily."

"It's really sad. I'm bound to him now. So what if I just help him? I know your concerns. This kind of chaotic power is really hard to swallow - I don't like it."

Mo Bei can't control that much. With the help of Feng and Zhuyue, he quickly reached Zhengji's shoulder blade.

"Where...where...I clearly saw it...!" The sickle blade cut off all the elemental particles that came to disturb him, "That energy tube...here!"

Under the gorgeous decoration, a thick energy tube operates silently. If he hadn't accidentally glanced at it, he might not have thought of destroying it first.

"Whoa", the sickle cut the energy tube, and purple liquid spurted out. This is the same as when a person's main artery in his neck is cut open.

The main machine stopped running.

In this way, Mo Bei reached the control room by holding the machine's ear.

"Asan!"

There are cracks on the back of the Skirmisher's neck and even half of his face - the doll's body has exceeded the load brought by the normal operation of the machine.

The skirmisher opened his mouth to say something, but Mo Bei stopped him: "We can wait until we get home, okay? Just cut these threads."

Mo Bei held the sickle and walked behind the skirmishers. After making sure that the blade would not hurt him, he swung the knife down.

"The toughness... is so great!" The sickle blade, which was cutting iron like mud, was blocked by a few hanging threads at this moment. The last protection of the main machine was triggered, and small launchers appeared all around.

"Hiss—" In an instant, Mo Bei's body was also wrapped in threads. He is not a doll and does not have a special docking port, but it does not prevent those threads from tightening. The skin was strangled as if there were thorns piercing it. Those threads are being twisted into the muscles.

But Mo Bei doesn't care, he just wants to rescue the stragglers! The wound or whatever...it will heal in a while!

The pull from the joints made the skirmishers know what Mo Bei was doing. His nose was keenly aware of the smell of blood. Haha, as long as he can get rid of the control, Zhengji will completely lose his core energy... At that time, the hanging thread will lose its power - as long as I can get rid of it!

Just like when he wanted to take back the Heart of God, all the strength of the skirmisher was used to support him moving forward. The pain in the joints was intense, but it was nothing. Long before he became a god, or even before that, his joints had been crushed and reassembled countless times...

The pain was just for a moment...

Nasida saw that the originally dying doll now had a strong consciousness - even stronger than when the God's Heart was taken away.

"It's almost——!" Mo Bei felt that the thread was on the verge of being cut off. The skirmishers kicked forward with all their strength——

"Pa" "Pa"...

The suspension thread finally broke.

Mo Bei looked at the straggler, and before he could share his joy, he saw the opponent falling forward.

"!" He rushed over and stretched out his hand, but it was still a step too late. Obviously, it's just a little bit off.

"Ah San!" Subconsciously, Mo Bei also jumped down.

...The wind howled and brushed against my face. Once, twice... Mo Bei stretched out his hand, but couldn't reach it. But he was using the wind to accelerate from beginning to end. When he wanted to use teleportation, blood overflowed from his mouth and scattered in the air like blood flowers.

"I must, must catch it!"

The Eye of God on the side of the waist emits a strong light, and a strong wind flows from it - the blessing of Barbatos, the God of Wind.

A pair of cyan wings spread out from behind the young man.

"Wendy...thank you!" Mo Bei rushed forward quickly, the cyan light like a meteor streaking through the night sky.

"It's quick, it's quick! Please, let me catch it!"

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In an instant, he firmly grasped the other person's wrist.

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"Boom". The two fell to the ground.

The blue wings protected them from harm. Mo Bei knelt on the ground, and the straggler was held in his arms, supporting his legs and back - a princess hugging posture - which Mo Bei secretly learned.

"Dong dong, dong dong" The heart has not yet escaped from the tension just now. It felt so familiar, as if he had done something similar a long time ago. The blue eyes shrank - it was Tatarsha. In the beginning, he was also the one who stopped Qinqi from going to the heart of the furnace despite everyone's opposition——

Mo Bei leaned over and whispered in the ear of the skirmisher:

"Ah San, look. This time, I didn't let go either."

It’s the same as before and it will be the same in the future.

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