Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

As soon as he raised his hand, the stone statue that Zhongsu had transformed into began to shrink rapidly, becoming only the size of a palm.

Rody threw him directly to the moon and suppressed him under the palace on the moon that originally belonged to Zhulan.

Basically, all possibilities for China and the Soviet Union to escape from the predicament have been eliminated. Now that they have chosen to take action, they must be ruthless.

...

on the earth.

Inside the neon temple.

The original ancient temple has now been razed to the ground by the aftermath of the battle between the two great wizards.

All kinds of gorgeous spells and forbidden curses were cast at each other as if they were free, and all of this was recorded by Sheriff Blake.

Fortunately, Blake was not killed by Daolong's magic, nor was he kicked to death by Ah Fu. Instead, he was kicked directly and fell out of the temple gate.

After considering his own strength and the strength of these people, Sheriff Black wisely chose to gather the surviving soldiers and agents, surround them outside the temple and wait.

By the way, take photos of all the battle situations for later study.

Blake decided to go back and show it to the senior officials.

Those stupid guys are clamoring to use missiles to destroy all these remnants of the feudal era.

Then let them destroy it.

The casualties of American soldiers alone were enough to give them a headache, but most of the soldiers were killed without a complete body, which should be considered a blessing in disguise for the garrison commander.

However, when Sheriff Blake returns to District 13, he still has to count the agents who have died and pay them pensions.

He is not so cruel as to suck the blood of his soldiers.

And...it might be too early to go back now.

Blake leaned over to take a look at the two groups of people who were still fighting, swallowed, decisively retracted his head, and began to call for support on the phone.

Ordinary people like him should not go up to deliver food.

...

the other side.

The devil dragon has already killed his way through the line of agents and is too lazy to bother with ordinary people. For him, taking away Panku's box is the most important thing.

The Box of Panku is not only the key to hell, but also a medium of communication between hell and earth.

After so many years of hard work, the devil dragon finally found a spell that could pull the world into hell.

If he succeeds, the entire earth will be plunged into hell, and it won't matter whether the demons can come out or not.

The devil Xiaolong saw his two uncles Zhongsu and Zhulan leaving the surface and going to outer space to fight.

This would prove his best chance of seizing the Panku Box.

Unfortunately, the little demon dragon seemed to overestimate his own strength and underestimated the strength of the two great wizards.

The various forbidden spells that kept flashing made the devil dragon's scalp tingle. Is this still a human being?

Therefore, the Demon Dragon wisely chose to lie in ambush on the side for the time being, waiting for the opportunity that might come.

...

"It worked! I'm such a genius!"

Xiaoyu didn't do nothing.

She already had a good idea in her mind to help her father. She couldn't do it alone, but what if there were countless more fathers?

So she was re-making the potion for the clone spell.

This time it's finally done.

He hurriedly filled the glass bottle with half the liquid and ran into the temple.

Inside the temple.

The battle between Dad and Daolong was hard to determine the winner.

As the rage value continues to increase, the ultimate move becomes more and more fierce.

"Old man, this is your strength. You are really embarrassing the Archmage!"

"Bah! Daolong, you have been hiding in the gutter like a rat all these years, and now you jump out, do you want to test your father's power?"

"Humph, old man, you are no match for me."

"Have you dealt with Dad now? See how you report to your master!"

The old man waved the dried puffer fish in his hand, commanding the stone giant made of mud from the ground to throw boulders at Daolong, while refuting Daolong's words. It seemed that the old man was more eloquent, and he scolded Daolong so much that his face turned black.

The arrogance he had at the beginning had now disappeared a lot, and Daolong had to admit that this old guy was indeed quite capable, and it was he who was careless and underestimated the enemy at the beginning.

"Guang is only good at talking!"

Daolong knew that if he didn't use all his strength and bleed a little, he would definitely not be able to do anything to this old guy.

So, Daolong hardened his heart and cut his palm - drops of blood fell, and he began to mutter in a low voice.

Along with the sword, dragon blood floated strangely in the air.

In the sound of spell.

Under the forbidden spell released by Daolong, the corpses around them actually began to move again and approach each other. For a moment, the flesh and blood decomposed and then quickly merged.

"Forbidden spell! Skeleton Lord!"

The black magic mark on Daolong's forehead flickered, emitting a strong purple light.

The evil aura spread rapidly around.

"Ouch!" Dad realized something was wrong when he saw the blood and bones merging together.

"Dad smells evil magic... Daolong, what do you want to do!"

Dad naturally wouldn't sit there and wait for death. He repeatedly cast spells, trying to disperse the flesh and blood corpses that had gathered together.

But the stone giants who followed their father's command began to collapse and dissolve rapidly as soon as they came into contact with the purple corpses.

"It's useless." Daolong floated in the air and laughed loudly.

"Everything here will be devoured by the Skeleton Monarch. Life will cease to exist, and all living things will become nourishment for the Skeleton Monarch!"

as predicted.

As Daolong said.

The sea of ​​blood and corpses on the earth quickly flew into the impossible-to-look-at-directly-done meat ball condensed in the center.

The reason why forbidden spells are forbidden spells is because the destructive power caused by using them is extremely terrifying and difficult to interrupt!

Dad's expression turned grim. He didn't expect that Daolong would want to create such a horrible evil monster in order to get rid of his old bones.

Right now.

"Daddy!!!"

Xiaoyu finally arrived, jogging all the way.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, what are you doing here? Go back quickly!" Dad turned his head and saw Xiaoyu panting, and his brows immediately raised.

"I, I found a way to help you, Dad."

Xiaoyu didn't waste any time, shook the potion in the bottle and sprinkled it directly on her father.

"This is!"

Before the father finished speaking, under the effect of the clone potion made by the cheating Saint Seiya Tama, he began to quickly split into two!

"Oh! It's the clone potion!" The two fathers looked at each other.

They saw the excitement in each other's eyes, "Xiaoyu, well done!" Dad praised Xiaoyu excitedly.

Having the clone potion is equivalent to having an extra power.

The original effect of the potion shouldn't be so buggy. It can not only split a person, but also allow all clones to maintain their strength.

But as Zhongsu said, if Rody is too powerful, he will suffer the backlash of his righteousness.

Therefore, the magic potion made by Xiaoyu was given a more powerful effect.

Not only does Dad keep splitting into clones, but each clone also possesses all of Dad's magical powers.

This action almost made Daolong, who was still chanting a spell above, drop his jaw.

"What kind of potion is this?!!"

Just kidding!

This isn't magic at all, is it cheating?

At this point, Daolong quickly controlled the skeleton monarchs that had already formed halfway and were seven stories high, and said, "Kill them!"

"Wow! What an ugly big guy!"

Xiaoyu ran with her head down all the way, and only then did she notice the huge Skeleton Monarch and screamed.

And what about dad?

He himself was still splitting, but there was a problem, that is, Dad could sense that his clones would not last too long.

Because doing so is equivalent to forcibly increasing one's own strength, which will eventually fall.

but now!

enough.

As he approached the 100-meter-tall old man, he looked up at the sword dragon in the sky.

Even though he doesn't have many spellcasting props, Dad's strength is enough to cast spells instantly.

"Get out of here, monsters! Get out of here, monsters!"

The combined voices of countless old men are comparable to the mantras chanted in the Great Leiyin Temple in the West.

The sword dragon in the sky instantly sensed the crisis.

"Skeleton Lord! Protect me!"