(After calculation, this should be the seventeenth update of the explosive update, so all the contents of the explosive update this month have been released)
The clone of Van Sultan of Harlem, who was angered by Ryan's words, pointed at Ryan and said: "You, you are just a mortal, you, I am a superior god, even if I am just a clone, I am countless times nobler than you, you, how dare you blaspheme the gods The majesty, I, I, I want to punish you severely, I want you..." After the clone said this, it suddenly couldn't say any more, because it saw the pity in Ryan's eyes,
If Ryan curses this clone loudly, not only will it not be angry, but it will have a sense of superiority, because this clone of the demigod king will think that Ryan does that out of jealousy and envy. If Ryan uses an angry tone to talk to this clone, Even if the avatar speaks, it will not be angry either. Instead, it takes it as a matter of course. Mortals will always vent their emotions for things they cannot do.
But Ryan looked at the clone of Harlem Van Sultan with a look of pity. What is pity? It is pity and sympathy. This is for this demigod king who is full of arrogance on the outside but full of inferiority on the inside. For the clone, this is the most intolerable thing. It has always existed in the shadow of a demigod king since it had the so-called "life", even if it is a powerful person in the field who dominates one side, such as Maiha Zulu and others, must also be respectful to this clone. Although this clone is very clear that all this is done for the sake of the real Harlem Van Sultan, it still cannot help but think that it belongs to it. Only "strength" will gain that "respect", thus forming an arrogant and self-righteous virtual character.
Now all this illusion was bloodyly torn apart by Ryan's words, and the clone of the demigod king finally discovered that what he thought he had obtained was just a dream-like bubble. It may look bizarre, but it is actually unbearable. One blow, even just the most ordinary words, can easily erase the false mask covering the surface of this clone, and knock it down from the high throne again.
Under this strong psychological impact, the clone of Harlem Van Sultan suddenly calmed down, and its tone became very calm: "Thank you very much for your words, it made me understand a lot of things, just like It's like waking up from a dream. It seems that dreaming is the unique power of real living beings. It turns out that it is like this. Well, in order to express my gratitude, I will go all out to kill you so that no one will disturb this place again. It’s everything, are you right?”
"Actually, you know very well what happened." Ryan sighed and shook his head, and did not continue. Creatures with mental problems are already very troublesome. Who knew that this one in front of him had been subjected to the "Soul Awakening" "The demon statue will also show such signs. I really don't know if this is an inevitable consequence of the clone projection magic, or if it is a problem with the Rakshasa demon demigod king himself.
"I'm going to take action." Harlem Van Sultan's clone said to Ryan in the tone of a good friend. If he didn't know what happened just now, I'm afraid someone would really think that there was a relationship between this clone and Ryan based on this tone. They are good friends who have not seen each other for many years. Of course, there will definitely be no Ryan in this. He has already sensed the signs that the volcano is about to erupt from the other person's calm tone, so Ryan does not dare to be careless and is fully vigilant about this clone.
The clone of Harlem Van Sultan spread out his hands and looked as if he was about to embrace Ryan passionately. However, in the next moment, the clone directly tore open the space barrier, crossed the distance between it and Ryan, and appeared in front of Ryan. In front of him, the hugging movement also moved towards Ryan's ribs, but the hands of the clone of Harlem Van Sultan shone brightly, and its palms had turned into Two sharp, indestructible weapons,
Ryan did not retreat, and could not retreat. Faras was still by his side. Any move would affect the cooperation between the two. Since Ryan could not retreat, he could only let the clone of Harlem Van Sultan After retreating, I saw Ryan flipping his wrist up and down, and multiple magic missiles had been shot out, hitting different parts of the clone of Harlem Van Sultan.
"My body is made of the strongest active metal. Do you think you can hurt me just by this little impact?" The clone of Harlem Van Sultan made this hideous laughing sound, and its hands and arms immediately sped up. The action was to kill Ryan on the spot, but to the surprise of this clone, the magic missile released by Ryan was small in size, but it contained amazing power. Its puppet body was hit by Ryan's magic missile again. After the attack, there was an obvious shaking. Although it did not cause any damage to the clone of the Harlem Sultan, it also slowed down its speed.
The body of Harlem Van Sultan's clone slowed down, but the waving speed of his arms accelerated a lot. Ryan's crisis was not relieved. He calmly released a series of magic missiles towards the opponent's arms, each one containing The missiles according to the laws of the star domain all hit the same position on the clone's arm, and directly bounced both of its arms away. Then Ryan continued to release magic missiles towards the opponent's chest and other parts, using the magic missiles that had already formed a The waterfall-like missiles forced Harimvan Sultan's clone backwards, keeping it away from him.
After Harlem Van Sultan's clone was involuntarily pushed backward by Ryan's magic, it did not stop there. Instead, it released the gold coin-shaped magic towards Ryan as it retreated. However, its casting speed was It was Ryan's opponent. Not only did these spells fail to have any effect, but they were all destroyed by Ryan with more magic missiles just after they were released. For a moment, the stars shone in the dim alien sky. The scene was incredible. Out of splendor and splendor,
Under the shining starlight, there is the expressionless golden mask of Harlem Van Sultan's clone. It stretched out its arm and pressed lightly on the part of its body that was hit by Ryan's magic missile. There were obvious shallow pits created by the impact, but no one could see that under the set of golden clothes worn by the clone of the Rakshasa demon demigod king, the shallow pits that appeared on the surface of the body were... The obvious speed bulge calmed down and returned to its original appearance in a very short period of time.
After Ryan used magic missiles to repel his opponent, he did not pursue blindly. Instead, he carefully observed the clone of the demigod king. After discovering that the opponent calmly withstood his dense missile storm as if nothing had happened, Ryan couldn't help but wonder about the creation. The magician of this puppet golem felt admiration. He remembered that the clone of Van Sultan of Harlem had said before that its body was made of active metal. Ryan couldn't help but be curious about this so-called "active metal". With strong interest, he was selected by a demigod-level king and used to make a puppet golem to carry his own clone. Presumably, this kind of material whose name Ryan had never heard of must be extremely precious and rare.
"I told you a long time ago that my body is quite hard. Even if it is destroyed by you, it will be restored to its original state in a very short time." The face of Harlem Van Sultan's clone seemed a little confused. After all, it was magicized by Ryan. Forced to retreat, the clone said: "Although my body is also made of metal, this metal is full of life. It is alive, and its vitality is quite tenacious. No matter how you destroy it, It will all grow back and become what it was before.”
"This is what makes me greater than you, mortal." Harlem Van Sultan's avatar said loudly: "You mortals will be afraid, your emotions will affect your strength, you will feel tired because your physical strength is exhausted, there will be things like this and that I have shortcomings, but I, the great god, do not have them. I can fight endlessly and maintain my peak state at all times. More importantly, my will is firm and I will not show any mercy to the enemy. .”
After hearing these words, Ryan couldn't help but laugh out loud. He had no emotions, no thinking, never tired, no mercy. The undead army back then was full of such existences. Could it be that all those skeleton warriors were gods? Well, this is really funny. Coincidentally, Faras, who is next to Ryan, also thought of the evil creatures of the Undead Army through the description of the clone of Harin Van Sultan, but she is a girl after all. It is more reserved than Ryan, so as not to laugh out loud on the spot, but the emotion is still clearly revealed between the brows. The expressions of Ryan and his wife make the clone of the demigod king look extremely embarrassed, but it is a pity that its face is covered with Otherwise, Ryan and Faras would have marveled at the maker because he actually made the face of a puppet golem so lifelike.
"You will pay the price for your actions." Harlem Van Sultan's clone shouted these words. He raised his right hand flat and pointed his palm at Ryan, and then a soft yellow and white halo of light surrounded him. Its palm was wrapped, and Ryan immediately felt a dangerous aura from this clone. He stared at the clone of Harlem Van Sultan, watching it gather pseudo-divine power in the palm of his hand, and The more we gather, the more we gather,
When the clone of the demigod king accumulated enough energy, a gap suddenly opened in the yellow and white halo, and the energy injected into it surged out, forming a diameter and Ryan in an instant A beam of light about the thickness of an arm, this magical "explosion light wave" released with pseudo-divine power did not spread quickly after the spell was successfully cast. The energy it contained was tightly controlled by the clone, making it form a similar Magic like a lightning beam, continuous back and forth, heading straight towards Ryan like a pillar,