Sword and Magic and Taxi

He is about the same size as a cat, with bright red skin and protruding sharp bone spurs on his back. There is a brown film between the bone spurs to form wings. The hooked tail swung back and forth behind him, aiming at Zhao Mai's eyebrows from time to time. Under his curved horns, a pair of treacherous sulfur-colored eyes stared directly at Zhao Mai.

It turns out to be just a little devil. Zhao Mai snorted and stretched out his hand to catch it. With the help of the blue crystal, most of his body functions were restored, and his movements were naturally as fast as lightning. The little devil only had time to turn sideways before he was caught in Zhao Mai's hand.

The mouth that had just ground the blue crystal to complete the appetizer opened again. The triangular fangs were not one row, but six rows like a shark, and they were all used for cutting. Zhao Mai felt that the thing in front of him was an elemental transcendent. Even though the aura he exuded was different, intuition was intuition, and Zhao Mai's intuition had never made a mistake until now. Since the elemental transcendent is no longer in the elemental state, wouldn't the best way to deal with the little devil in flesh and blood be to eat him?

The little devil didn't want to be killed by the power of the food chain, so his whole body burst into red light. Zhao Mai felt that with a light hand, he completely disappeared from his wrist downwards, and the little devil also took the opportunity to escape, flapping his wings and flying out of the pit. It should have been a happy thing to have escaped from the predicament, but the little devil shouted angrily: You reptile, you are trying to eat me? I am the king of witchcraft and the founder of civilization! The wisest king also wants to ask me for help. ! And you are just a beast!

As the little devil boasts about his abilities, his energy continues to rise. Zhao Mai wasn't sure if there was some kind of connection between the two, but he knew that he definitely shouldn't just sit in the pit and think stupidly. He kicked his legs and rushed forward with a roar. It doesn't matter if one hand doesn't grow. Just insert the hilt of the Eight-Eyed Sword directly. Isn't it the same as Ricas in the slave arena back then?

Demon Lightning! This time the little devil didn't use a short stick - there was nothing he could do about it, it was all dissolved in the corrosive liquid. He shot out red lightning from his hands, forming a dense electric grid and pressing towards Zhao Mai. The Eight-Eyed Sword drew an arc in the air and cut through the power grid. Zhao Mai rushed through it and reached the same height as the little devil.

The long sword slashed horizontally, but was blocked by the little devil's skin, making a loud clang sound. A confident and sarcastic smile appeared on the little devil's face, as if to say that Zhao Mai was overestimating his abilities. Indeed, this was the first time he saw something that the Eight-Eyed Sword could not cut into. Zhao Mai was surprised but raised his hand again, used more strength, and slashed with another sword!

Still didn't make a cut, but this time the little devil was knocked down hard and hit the surface of the Death Star directly, leaving a crater in every direction. Zhao Mai looked at the Eight-Eyed Sword. There were no gaps on the blade, so he felt relieved. As long as it remains strong, I can beat you to death with a stick!

The little devil turned over and jumped up from the pit. A bright white mark was obvious on the red skin of his neck. If you can't cut it in, you still cut it. Is there something wrong with your brain?

The brain is a good thing, but I don't think so. Zhao Mai raised his intact left hand as he spoke. A squid tentacle from Planet Z stretched out and pressed down like a hill, but disappeared instantly when it touched Zhao Mai's palm. Zhao Mai looked like he was full, his body squirmed, his skin formed waves, and he went over it from head to toe, and then he completely returned to his normal appearance. My brain is full of muscles, and my muscles are full of brains. What can you do to me?

The number of cells returned to its optimal state, Zhao Mai opened the Kingdom of God again, and the blue flames were still fierce and blazing. How do you feel now? Anyway, I feel really good!

Where does your stupid confidence come from? The little devil moved his hands quickly in front of him, drawing complex spell patterns, and it took almost only a moment to complete enough work for Zhao Mai for several days. The little devil once again omitted the preparation process for the spell. However, that extremely complex spell was not used to attack Zhao Mai, but was worn by the little devil.

Zhao Mai blinked and suddenly had a realization in his mind: the basis of the spell he learned from Hogwarts is the power of language, and the most basic feature of language is the definition of the world. The set of self-defense spells of the elemental transcendent little devil is to attach a certain definition to oneself-it doesn't matter whether it is mantra magic, the kingdom of God, or the will of the world. Zhao Mai didn't know what was going on with him, but he suddenly understood the little devil's skills: he used magic to lock part of the world's will into an inevitable outcome for his future.

I am the winner, victory is mine. The little devil smiled confidently.

I understand, you have locked the concept of victory into yourself! You have used rules to reverse the law of cause and effect! Zhao Mai's words shocked the little devil. His lips trembled and he almost blurted out How did you understand, but then His words frightened him even more. I allow you to win, and I can accept defeat, but I am a survivor. I will always survive, and I will survive again and again. You have victory, you have glory, and you will keep fighting with me, a survivor, in victory. , it’s that simple. In the end, you will maintain your victory over me forever, and die while I survive.”

The blue flame suddenly solidified and turned into a leather armor covering Zhao Mai. This was much more ordinary than the splendid spell armor on the little devil, but it fit perfectly. Zhao Mai laughed loudly, Finally I don't have to be naked anymore!

'He actually stepped onto the steps of the throne. What a terrifying opponent. ’ The little devil still occupies the throne of the transcendent. Seeing Zhao Mai’s sudden burst of learning and understanding ability, how could he not know its origin? Understanding the world with the help of tools is a method used by every intelligent life. From knots to paintbrushes, from words to songs, from religion to science, the Throne of the Transcendental is a tool prepared for the strongest, which is the most important and meaningful of its countless functions.

He looked at the universe outside with the corner of his eye. The sky was completely dark, which meant that the sun's light would no longer come to the earth, the flame of life would gradually extinguish, and the world would begin to die. In order to survive, the last source of power will escape to the other side, and then the world will be completely annihilated and cease to exist. The old man's throne, suppressed by his own treasure, will still remain here, and therefore will disappear with it. Once the throne is destroyed, even if the old man wants to go back, he will not have the ability to cover the original world, and the backtracking will lose its practical significance.

He didn't want to stay here and be annihilated with the old man's throne. Although he lost some strength in the corrosive liquid, he will not be knocked down by an unexpected rule, and his transcendent core is still strong!

Victory belongs to me! the little devil declared loudly, and his victory armor burst out with an even brighter light.

You belong to me, from flesh to bone. Zhao Mai bared his predator's teeth and pounced from the air.