Mythology card making

Chapter 16 Gathering of Godhead
237 minutes after the mirage dissipated, the negative energy in Yunmeng City reached its peak.

The low-level ghost monsters with low intelligence have almost lost their instinct to avoid harm, rolling like waves, repeatedly impacting this lonely city in the rainstorm.

The same thing has different properties in the eyes of different people.

A haunted parade.

Businessmen smell profit, conspirators see opportunities, those who do good feel sad, and those who do evil are proud.

Ordinary citizens felt the horror of not being able to control their destiny, and card masters who were violent professions saw countless cards and puzzles.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Luofu had no way of knowing the miserable plight of ordinary people, and even if he knew, there was nothing he could do.

For him, the most important thing right now is to devour everything and improve himself.

And tonight is a rare opportunity.

The pressure brought by the waves of ghosts seems to have slightly developed Zhenjun's fighting potential.

After all, this is a genuine God of War, with the blood of Sichuan people who dare to fight and are good at fighting flowing in his body.

He controlled the mountain-cutting ax with light gold patterns on its body, traveling between heaven and earth.

The dazzling silver light cuts through the rain curtain!
Deng!Deng!Deng!Deng!
Ding--

There was a sound of gongs and drums coming from somewhere.

The show begins.

Behind the true king is an overwhelming tide of ghosts.

He slightly turned half of his face to the side, standing like a green pine, holding a mountain ax in his right hand.

The tide of ghosts surges, and the old woman goes first.

Zhenjun glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the Xuanhua ax, which was as heavy as a plum mountain, swung out fiercely.

wow——

A large pool of dirty blood streaked the black and red sticky silk satin, splashing in the wind.

One second it fell to the floor tiles, and the next second it was washed away by the black rain.

Zhenjun flicked his wrist and swung the mountain ax again, and a pair of green and black severed hands flew up not far away.

At this time, a "ball" flew from nowhere.

Zhenjun didn't even look back, he just pointed his right hand upward and backward. His slightly calloused fingers were like five small hydraulic machines, crushing the "rubber ball".

At this time, the right hand flew back with a round swing.

The slap that came out was fast and hard, and with enough divine power, he knocked down the black-robed sickle ghost who was trying to sneak attack.

Then he kicked the door of the community into pieces with another kick, and stepped on the largest piece of debris with his foot.

He also cast a spell to form a chain with the black water flowing on the ground, which was dragged by the Roaring Sky Dog. Using the downward slope, he slid quickly, slashing left and right.

He chopped the rusty bronze shield in front of him into pieces, and chopped off the fanged Western ghost on his right with an axe.

The true king faintly entered some mysterious realm.

The godhead named [God of War] slowly condensed on his card panel.

At this time, he was a tireless war machine, and the heavy mountain ax was almost turned into a ball of golden wind by him.

Large globs of black blood corroded the floor tiles, and the community square was covered with semi-illusory evil remains.

One ten thousandth... Two ten thousandths... Three ten thousandths...

In the boundless sea of ​​​​mind, a coiled dragon golden pillar resembling a vertical progress bar slowly emerged, and an unknown flow of pure energy went from bottom to top.

Although it is almost at a turtle speed, it is improving every minute and every second.

After 5 minutes, it stayed at [-]/[-].

In the rainy sky, Zhenjun was facing the beam of light cast by the lighting lamp, and was about to continue swinging his axe, but found that his body was gradually becoming illusory, and he was breaking away from that indescribable mysterious state.

——Luofu’s energy was drained once again.

Zhenjun waved his hands with some regret.

He was quite spiritual and had a vague feeling:
If he were not in that mysterious state, even in a more bloody battle, he would not be able to condense the jigsaw puzzle of [God of War]'s divine personality.But from the pitiful six ten thousandths, it can be seen that now is not the time to condense this godhead.

He still had to play football miserably.

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"Ha... huh..."

In the dimly lit bathroom, Luofu held his chest with one hand and poured cold water with the other to sweep away the sweat on his face.

This is the first time in his life that "not a drop is left".

He had been in control of the previous two battles, and there was still some mental energy left after the end. Unexpectedly, when he let go for the first time, his mental energy was completely emptied.

"Zhenjun, our family is poor, so we should save some of our efforts in the future."

Luofu's consciousness flashed, and a shadow formed in the sea of ​​his heart. He raised his hand and pointed at the half-drop of his energy that he had just gathered, and offered his sincere words of advice.

The true king nodded clearly, his expression as calm as ever.

But from his slightly clenched hands, it is not difficult to guess that there must be huge waves surging in his heart at this time.

There is both disappointment in myself and guilt in Luofu.

As soon as the mysterious and mysterious state came to him, he forgot about Luofu's short-lasting matter, which caused the other party to be completely hollowed out, which made him feel uncomfortable for a while.

Although the root cause of this matter is that Luofu's mental reserve is too poor, no one except himself can grasp that degree.

But ask yourself, as the most famous god of war among Chinese people, shouldn't he have absolute control over all elements of his own side?

"Very good, I like this kind of self-absorbed Kaling."

Luofu, who was vaguely aware of Zhenjun's thoughts, couldn't help but smile.

According to the description in the textbook, Kaling is a special life with subjective consciousness.

Card masters other than the card production side must pay attention to "compatibility" when purchasing or packaging cards, and then they must develop tacit understanding and cultivate feelings.

Even a card maker who is essentially a "creator" and can increase Kaling's favorability points at the beginning must pay attention to various details in his daily interactions with Kaling.

How to fully mobilize Kaling's subjective initiative instead of just giving orders is also a skill.

Luofu obviously doesn't.

But China has not cultivated the spirit of leisure since ancient times. If it doesn't rain for a month, the Dragon King's mud tires will have to be dragged out to bask in the sun. If not, they will be cannoned.

The Chinese god who can stand out in this kind of working environment will naturally not be a lazy guy like Luofu.

In fact, they are all pretty.

"It's better to have a good Carling than to test one hundred books of "Carling Psychology"."

Luo Futian said shamelessly, turned on the faucet and washed his face.

Three in the morning.

It was still dark outside the window.

This night's experience made him still not sleepy at all at this time.

Go back to the living room.

Dong Niannian, who was in a good mood and could eat and sleep well, was already wrapped in a blanket, curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Yang Yao sat next to her, smiling and looking at Lan Yuhuan who was too sleepy to open his eyes, holding his knees with both hands, shaking his head and straightening his back.

"This kid is so cute and silly."

After that, she turned her attention to Chen Lei. The child was still mopping the floor. He couldn't be too simple.

As for Gu Shuiyu, for a night owl like her, the night life had just begun, so it was naturally impossible to fall asleep, so she huddled aside and watched variety shows with headphones on.

Zhou Chaoran seemed to have no sense of security in a strange environment. He stayed in a corner on the left side of the living room where he could see everyone from beginning to end. He took out his communication card from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.

Zhuge Yi, who was sitting on the single sofa, was as energetic as ever. She was typing something on the card computer with her fingers flying.

It wasn't until Luofu came closer that he glanced over.

"Brother Fu, I've finished talking to my family. The earthly meteorite iron and dragon blood you want will be delivered right away."

"immediately?"

(End of this chapter)