Sword and Magic and Taxi

Tarrasque roared and the ground shook three times. This is just an exaggerated description of the Tarrasque beast in the legend, but it does capture some of the charm. The giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years pushed through the rocks and soil, relieved of the heavy burden that had been oppressing him for thousands of years, and finally saw the sun again.

The little flower sat on the bridge of its nose, holding a protruding sharp corner with its hand, and followed the movements of Tarrasque. It hurts, it hurts, these black things hurt me so much! She continued to act as Tarrasque's soul, reflecting the surrounding situation in real time.

The Z-worm no longer blocked nerve signals, so Tarrasque immediately felt the damage caused by the glandular monster in his body. It immediately became angry and roared to the sky, releasing the powerful aura of the monster at the top of the food chain. Under this kind of momentum, only Zhao Mai could bear it. Other creatures, including the twisted monster of Lamashtu, were completely unable to resist it. They stood blankly one by one, like mice forced into a corner by a cat, and they could only tremble for a while. Tarrasque slashed his body, his internal organs, muscles, blood vessels and skin working together to squeeze out all the black muddy material. Then, after just a few seconds of squirming, its wound was completely healed, leaving only the anger caused by the injury.

Food! Enemy! Xiaohua pointed at the gland monster, and Tarrasque immediately followed his heart and launched an attack. It bent over and arched its back, the scales all over its body trembled, and more than a dozen armor spikes suddenly shot out. As one of the most powerful predators, the spines on its body are not used for defense at all. Each spine is as powerful as a siege cone or a giant ballista. Even the scales of the giant dragon It can be easily penetrated, and it can also skewer a heavily helmeted charging knight into an oden. The most terrifying thing is that it has unlimited ammunition: some of the originally short spikes suddenly began to grow, becoming thicker and longer; at the location of the launched spikes, new spikes began to grow. Just a few seconds later, it was reloaded and ready for the next round of launch.

The result of being hit by an armor thorn is penetration and death! Such an armor thorn fell next to Zhao Mai. After shattering the rock, it disappeared into the deep round hole on the ground. Due to the violent friction, there was still smoke rising from the entrance of the hole. With this level of armor-piercing ability, unless reactive armor is installed, even the best tank will be penetrated by a single shot from the front.

Fortunately, the initial velocity of the armor thorn is not unavoidable - only for Zhao Mai. Moreover, Zhao Mai also discovered a weakness of the armor thorn, so when the second round of firing was launched, he hid under Tarasque's body with a quick step. Huh... here there is only a belly without thorns, so it is much safer.

Tarrasque fired ten rounds of armor spikes in succession. The pits were full of holes. Black glands flowed freely. The horrific killings scared the gallbladders of the Lamashtu monsters. Their madness could no longer be suppressed. Out of fear, the surviving monsters began to hide away, either climbing to the top of the cave or diving into the tunnel. The giant beast licked its mouth, feeling that it was hungry, so it took a bite on the wall of the pit. It swallowed the rocks, soil, the monster's body, and the armor thorns embedded in the stone all in one gulp, chewed twice randomly, and then swallowed it.

It was not picky about food at all. There was no waste in its huge mouth. It gnawed out an upward ladder and slowly climbed out. Seeing the green-covered earth again and basking in the warm sunshine again, Tarrasque roared with excitement.

Don't eat anymore, keep your stomach to deal with the enemy. Xiaohua comforted the giant beast and let it aim at the black gland monsters. Although the taste is not as good as that of cattle, sheep, pigs and horses, the monsters of Lamashtu can at least be regarded as meat, which is much better than eating mud or something. Tarrasque looked around, then leaned down, aiming and firing the spikes on his chin or the top of his head.

Its aiming and shooting ability is not weaker than that of the elf shooter at all, and its power is even more powerful than that of the elf shooter. Zhao Mai looked at it for a long time, and it seemed that he had not made any mistakes yet. The monster that was hit, even if it was not dead, was fixed to the ground, and then re-entered Tarrasque's mouth together with the armor thorns. This method of hunting and eating ensures that Tarrasque can continue to fight, even if it is surrounded by thousands of troops, it will not fail.

I didn't expect you to be able to control Tarrasque with your wild identification! Arkham is also considered a tenacious demon king. He once again combined from the clay state into that alluring look. But no matter how Zhao Mai looked at it, he felt that she was a little angry. My beast! My offspring! And my crystal! You bastard druid!

You're welcome! From now on, Zhao Mai no longer needs to block and bear damage for Tarrasque, and has long since withdrawn his psychic powers, natural force, magic spells and other powers. This time, even if Arkham turns into a clay monster again, Zhao Mai has a way to limit her division and catch her in one fell swoop. But there is a prerequisite for doing this, which is to find all her pieces as much as possible. If you lose one or two pieces, it will be troublesome to look back.

So what if you temporarily control Tarrasque? After all, it is just a beast, and I am the manager of the Beast Priesthood! Arkham gritted his teeth, clenched his fists with both hands, then suddenly raised his arms, and then fiercely Beat yourself on the chest. Black liquid burst out, and she shouted in pain: Holy Mother!

Zhao Mai accelerated and rushed forward, waving his lightsaber straight towards Arkham's head. The lightsaber slid past her neck without any hesitation, but there was no feeling of hitting a real object. She continued to pray: Holy! Mother! This world needs your strength, this world calls for your children, this world looks forward to your joy!

Zhao Mai attacked continuously, but Arkham seemed not to be in this world and was completely unharmed. Zhao Mai immediately used magic to try to interrupt her ceremony. But whether it was lightning, flames or explosive spells, they all penetrated Arkham's figure directly, as if it was a mirage.

Illusion? Zhao Mai remembered that he still had a scroll of true knowledge, so he quickly took it out and used it. When the spell is cast, Arkham's prayer is complete. She lost her beautiful face that looked like a flower, and now she had a three-eyed jackal head on her neck. Her belly was as round as a pregnant woman, with a pair of black eagle wings behind her, and her legs bent forward like a bird, with a pair of hooves at the bottom. She used her human right hand to pull out a flaming scimitar from the void, named Red Desire; she used her other bird-claw-like hand to pull out a scimitar that exuded cold air, named Cold Heart.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Mai's eyes twitched. He sniffed and clearly smelled the scent of divine power.