Marvel – Immortal Path

Looking down from the sky, the grand and magnificent scarlet torrent, like a long unrolled bolt of white silk, covers all the streets around Trafalgar Square .

The essence of these red currents is Ether, the extremely rich Ether.

Whether it is the blood slave officers present or the Blood Race in the underground fortifications who watched the audience through the micro drone, they are stared wide-eyed, watching all this happen in disbelief, "How, how is it possible?!"

You must know that any divine blood creature can control a certain amount of Ether. However, each divine blood species has different energy attributes that it is good at manipulating. The significant external difference is the color shown by Ether.

"How can these human beings have blood energy?" A blood slave officer trembled. Compared with the oppression given to him by the flood, he cared more about why these humans could use Blood Race The exclusive red blood energy,

"No, not blood energy."

Another Blood Race officer corrected him and said softly: "Don't you feel it? This The energy itself..."

Indeed, different from the viciousness of blood energy, the imposing manner of the scarlet torrent is so broad, gentle and firm, just like the rising sun and sprinkling on the rice paddies. The sunlight is the same across the earth.

The will to interfere with reality, or to replace the heart of heaven with one's own heart, has always been a long-term issue of mysticism both at home and abroad.

It is undeniable that whatever mysterious sect more or less agrees with the theory that "human will has a higher priority than real matter".

Although the emergence of dialectical philosophy of materialism in modern times has criticized this idealist thinking, is it true that "will interferes with reality" completely wrong?

Li Ang doesn't think so.

He moved his hands and feet on the casting vouchers of thousands of magic net users, and its nano metal can automatically liquefy at critical times, re-covering the human body, and expanding more magic net users. .

With the start of the Ether Energy Tower established in various regions of London, endless and inexhaustible Ether rushed over.

Such a huge amount of Ether is definitely not acceptable to ordinary people. Even a powerhouse like the blood patriarch and Dumbledore will be "supported" by the huge amount of Ether immediately.

The way Li Ang came up with is parallel connection in the circuit.

He regards hundreds of thousands and millions of people as load-bearing nodes in the Ether network, sharing such a huge amount of Ether.

Although these people don’t know anything about how to summon and control Ether, the uniforms they wear can also help them, in the case of collective unconsciousness, follow their hearts and carry out the simplest extraordinary energy catharsis-light cannon .

The extreme emotions such as anger, sadness, and unyielding in the hearts of the people are also integrated into the light cannon.

Together with the auxiliary guidance of the "super aiming" of the spellcasting equipment, light cannons like Scarlet Torrent have become strategic weapons that are no stronghold one cannot overcome.

This energy instinctively aroused the fear of the blood slaves. They stretched out their long and narrow fangs, and the scarlet blood could rise from their feet, forming a formidable shield, blocking the front of the torrent.

However, it is useless.

The scarlet torrent that flowed from the chest of the people swept across Trafalgar Square and engulfed hundreds of blood slaves.

The scarlet torrent is boiling, like a substantive flood of light, rushing along the cracks in the square wall bricks.

For a long time, the torrent disappeared.

Everyone held their breath and looked towards the center of Trafalgar Square.

On the stone slab covered with barbed wire, low concrete walls, and machine gun towers, the group of ordinary human soldiers still stood in place, looking blankly at their undamaged themselves. After confirming that oneself is still alive, looked at each other in blank dismay.

The blood slaves melted.

That’s right, like popsicles in the scorching summer and shaved ice in scrapped refrigerators, these blood slaves tend to be half-melted.

Most of them kneeled on the spot, the carbon fiber knee pads touched the ground and rubbed against Sha Shuo.

In the eye sockets of the blood slaves, the eyeballs have quietly ruptured, and the pale-yellow crystal liquid is gurgling out of the hollow eye sockets.

They didn't scream, or to be more precise, they couldn't scream anymore—most of the blood slaves' cheeks were already covered with holes and scars, and the hollowed-out mouths were full of cool draughts.

What’s more send cold shivers down one's spine is that the chest skin of these blood slaves is completely ulcerated, the red and white skin is so exposed in the air, and the heart beating below can be vaguely seen through the ribs. .

The rancid plasma was sprinkled all over the floor, and the black and red blood stirred the dust in this way, and the blood layer on the top had already formed a solid blood scab.

"Candles, melted candles."

Among the crowd, I don’t know who was muttering to himself. This very apt metaphor immediately got other people’s deep in The approval of one's heart.

"no! No!"

Sir Humphrey Applebill stared at the screen transmitted by the micro drone, watching all this happen in disbelief .

He gritted his teeth, shaking all over. Behind him is the indifferent Prime Minister Rachel Ross.

"Humphrey, you lost."

Prime Minister Ross shook his head and said, "Who would have thought? That seemingly ordinary young entrepreneur of Chinese descent, It turned out to be a deep-water giant crocodile. He is the player in this game."

"Shut up!"

Completely gave up the "decent" Apu Sir Bill turned his head abruptly, like a madman, and roared sharply: "What do you know? Blood Race is invincible and invincible. No one can provoke our glory! No one!"

The roar of this Blood Race has exceeded the endurance limit of the human body. Prime Minister Ross facing Sir Humphrey Applebill had faint blood stains on his ears and noses, and the capillary blood vessels on his body's skin were also broken. The whole person is pink and looks extremely miserable and terrifying.

Sir Applebill showed his fangs

Half a step forward, he pinched Prime Minister Ross’s neck with one hand, "Damn! Tell me, woman, what do you know?"

Prime Minister Ross coughed hard, her face flushed red, and there was a bright red handprint on her slender neck, but she still looked at Sir Appleby with cold eyes without saying a word.

"Enough, Humphrey!"

A certain Blood Race stepped forward and prevented Sir Applebill from killing a prime minister. "Now we are going to do It is to stop the loss! Find out who Li Ang is! What does he want!"

The Li Ang they were talking about was putting down the microphone, turning off the broadcast button, and looking at the semi-melted state. The officer of the blood slave United Kingdom who came down, said to himself: "As the saying goes, the silkworms will be exhausted when the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and the tears will begin to dry."