"That's not a real angel." Alaya looked at the enemy in the distance, and repeated firmly, "These are all thought bodies!"
Alaya's words stunned everyone. I lowered my head and silently thought about whether I should start complaining about the word "Missing Body". It seems that the current situation is not suitable for complaining [movement]...
"It's the projection?" Lin Xue frowned, "So that's how I said, how can there be interference when predicting their weaknesses, it turns out that they are a group of shadows with no past and no future... Mother, is a group of projections so powerful? Old Is the mysterious side of the empire full of monsters? What is the level of a guy of this level on the mysterious side of the old empire?"
"Mid-senior commanders, three of them are almost at the leader level." Alaya waved his hand and summoned a huge Hammer of Light as he spoke, smashing an enemy released by Qianqian into light scattered in the sky Fog: Our tactics are like this: Qianqian suppresses all the enemies in the arena, and then she will release a few of them each time, while the rest of them are responsible for focusing fire to destroy these Xiling Angels with extremely strong vitality. During this period, Sandor La and her sister have always maintained range skills to suppress the spiritual power and luck of all enemies. The division of labor is clear and coordinated, and there will be absolutely no deviation (after all, there are still several girls who have no combat effectiveness in the team that need to be protected). We are no longer the first This is the first time such a cooperative operation has been carried out. As for non-combatants like Lin Xue, they were responsible for making soy sauce in the center of the team, and holding down the girl when Xiaoxue took out two big huā balls bouncing around and shouting for cheer.
After learning that the person in front of him is not the physical apostle. Everyone has no scruples. In terms of combat effectiveness, we have an undoubted advantage here (even if we have to protect several oil bottles with no combat effectiveness), the threat that the enemy can pose is only that the opponent lives at home, so let go After the fight, the number of those Xiling Angels was immediately reduced rapidly. It's just that the opponent's survivability is indeed quite strong. The power of the Holy Light is indeed the most suitable power to produce "protection" and "salvation" effects. When those enemies are fully defending, it takes a little effort to kill them in seconds: There are also guys who are close to the leader level. What is the concept of being close to the leader level? That is, the level of the original 300 commanders. Just think about how difficult it is to kill three Cicaro in one shot.
But it's just that the survivability is unexpectedly strong, and there is still no suspense in this battle. In fact, when the number of enemies was reduced to half, even the immature little crow, Madison, was put on the battlefield with confidence by her sister—that silly bird also wanted to "help the master beat the bad guys." These are her exact words .
Aside from talking about intelligence, Madison's fighting power is actually not very weak. Although she is quite young, she can't help but eat the essence of a true god's power—sometimes I feel that this bird probably has some kind of aura of the protagonist . Otherwise, if you just dig the soil on the ground, you can dig out the panacea, and eating it will only increase your skill for tens of thousands of years. The impact caused by a giant bird with a height of 100 meters rushing into the battlefield is huge. Although it is not very good at concentrating its own strength. It can't produce that kind of sophisticated lethality, and it can't cause much effective damage to the enemy, but a giant energy ball wrapped in storm, arcane, shadow and magma is scattered everywhere in its own position. For those angels Absolutely uncomfortable, their originally fairly neat formation was tossed by that huge, super-moving silly bird, and it quickly became a mess. Sha Niao's fighting style is particularly unrestrained: desperately using all the skills he can release. Rolling and scratching in the enemy's position, Sapo scratched and yelled, and then rushed back, panting for a long time with his tongue out. Then rush out and do it again... Anyway, she can't die, the bird left its human half in our protective circle. Now she is completely unbeatable.
In this way, the little crow is not very stupid.
"Actually, the thought body shouldn't have such a strong power." During the battle, Alaya explained to us through the spiritual connection, "but this tower strengthens them, and the enemy is using the magic energy of the entire tower to replenish their strength. In addition, this weird space can also suppress intruders to a certain extent, making these thought bodies almost as difficult to deal with as the main body. The mysterious side of the old empire has many incredible means, compared with the technology side that is easier to quantify and qualitative Speaking of it, the fighters on the mysterious side are full of more variables, and it is easier to use flexible means to adjust the combat effectiveness of the enemy and us, in short... it is very troublesome to deal with."
It’s troublesome to say, but in fact, the number of enemies is not much left now. I feel that these angels called “Thinking Body” don’t seem to have complete sanity—although they also have signs of communicating with each other, at least in terms of fighting methods It looks very dull, which is also an important reason why the opponent has not been able to cause us much substantial damage from the beginning of the battle to the present. This may be because they are not the ontology.
Under the roar of artillery fire from Pandora and Viska, as well as the violent smashing by the protoss five-person group, the last remaining six or seven groups of hostile angels finally lost their fighting power and turned into light spots all over the sky and dissipated in the air. It came out of nowhere, the process was twisted and twisted, and the encounter with a satisfactory result was finally settled.
"Quack! Quack!" The huge crow's cries echoed everywhere, and the silly bird, which felt that it had made great achievements, began to flap its wings and run wildly around, the movement was as huge as ever. She ran for a full minute before she calmed down. She stood in front of us and rubbed her huge beak against my face. Knock her on the mouth.
…It’s as hard as the armor plate of a battleship. I remember that two unlucky enemies were pecked to death by this stupid bird just now…
The chaotic energy around quickly dissipated, and the distorted space returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, we returned to the first floor of the Phantom Tower. The huge and empty hall was the same as before, and there was no trace of battle, as if the battle just now hadn’t happened. Same, the only change is that the omnipresent mist has disappeared.
"It seems that we have obtained a prisoner of war." The faint sound of the Holy Light came from behind, Sandora turned her head and glanced, showing a strange smile, "Although it's just... a thought body. Alaya, why didn't this enemy dissipate?"
Sandora called the prisoner of war the hostile angel that Little Bubble "captured" in a daze just now. I'll call it Angel A for the time being. After all the enemies outside the defense line were destroyed, this captured enemy was kept until the end. And the strange thing is, with the surrounding energy field dissipating, this pure energy creature is still alive, and even seems to be in good spirits—he or she is trying to negotiate with Little Bubbles to get back his long sword and arcane spells The ball, while the latter is begging for more shiny toys, and the communication between the two is messed up.
Alaya and Lin Xue went to check if there were any other abnormal energies in the hall. In order to ensure that we will not touch more defense facilities when we act next time, I watched the one who was rigidly extending his arms to Little Bubble. A prisoner of war who looks like a mentally ill person. The latter has a little 〖free〗 space to move freely, but basically it is still restricted, shallow eyes have never left this guy, and Sandora is grinding her claws beside her, and her sister has already drawn a picture in her small notebook. An Olympic ring...
If there is any unexpected threat to this prisoner of war, he will definitely die in various ways.
"It's better to just kill it, it seems that there is no way to communicate." After a little thought, Qianqian came to her own conclusion. I looked up and found that the girl's expression was as cold as ice. This is still in the state of personality switching, and the enemy in her eyes is currently just a "useful and useless" item. If you are unhappy, you will kill it without psychological pressure.
"The hostility seems to be completely eliminated, what's going on." Sandora poked Angel A's face with her claws, and the other party made a little evasive action driven by instinct, but otherwise seemed to completely ignore everything around her. People, still persistently reaching out to Little Bubbles, I asked Sandora and Qianqian to weaken the suppression of each other, but this weird enemy didn't have the slightest intention to fight back.
More importantly, an expert like Sandora didn't sense the offensive consciousness from the opponent—she had already branded the soul on the latter, and as long as the individual who was branded had a little hostility, she would have a mental attack, and now The brand didn't respond in the slightest.
"Could it be that because the defense system is offline, ta also has no target?" My sister stuffed a post-it note with the Olympic rings into the opponent's clothes. "Okay, let's lift the suppression, he can no longer fight."
Qianqian snorted coldly, stopped their respective powers together with Sandora, and immediately turned into that curious girl who was giggling and joyous, and happily found a stick to poke Angel A back and forth: "Ah Jun, what is this?" The guy is like jelly, so soft!"
I hurriedly stopped the girl's reckless move: "Ahem, shadows have human rights too, don't do that." Then I knelt down and observed the prisoner. Even though the restraints were lifted, the other party did not have the tendency to fight at all as Sandora said, let alone the tendency to fight, Ya didn't even have the motivation to stand up, but just kept the posture just now lying on the ground, persistently facing Little Bubbles. Stretch out a hand: It seems that the long sword of light and the arcane ball that were taken away have become his biggest resentment. I have noticed something unusual about this enemy before: he or she does not seem to be a completely solidified entity, but an unclear shadow. Of course, the opponent has a body and wings that can be touched. It looks almost the same as Alaya or other angels in appearance, but... I can't see the face of the other party clearly, as if separated by a layer of thick fog, this angel's face is blurred, I can be sure this guy must be It has a face, but it just can't be seen clearly.
In addition, the figure is quite neutral, and it is also a little blurry, and the clothes that are not different from men and women at all (it looks a bit like an improved military uniform), it is completely impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman, it is just normal The angel I have the most contact with is Alaya. I instinctively feel that this should be a woman... she looks quite slender.
"Ajun, do you think this is a man and a woman?" Qianqian actually thought of it with me (what a terrible thing you said! I thought the same thing as this strange girl), leaned over and asked curiously Dao, while asking her, she pressed on the other person's chest, and muttered: "Well, it's so subtle, it feels like it's there and it doesn't seem to be..."
I was in a cold sweat, and hurriedly pushed this girl aside. Then he subconsciously glanced at Ji Shanshan: "You can't judge from the chest."
Ji Shanshan was coaxing Little Bubbles to return things to others, at this moment her whole body stiffened involuntarily, she turned her head and shouted at me: "Ruolite! Perverted! Nasty! This king... If this king hadn't died early, he could still Longer!"
I looked at Sister Pandora silently again: "Growth... depends on physical fitness..."
Two 1.2 meters rushed over and one gave me a mallet.
"For energy creatures who forget who they are, gender and appearance do not exist and are meaningless." Alaya checked around in the distance, and finally came around and explained to us. "Mission body is a special phenomenon produced by high-level mysterious apostles like me, because it can become a pure energy creature. High-level mysterious apostles are very good at controlling energy. We can use this talent to create and The pure energy avatar with almost no difference in the main body is different from mass projection or mirror image. This avatar has quite strong combat power, even under special circumstances. For example, in this tower, the avatar is as powerful as the main body. The main body of these angels should be the The builders of the Sky Tower. After they built this tower, they cast their thoughts into the defense system of the tower and became the eternal guard here, which is equivalent to making a part of their body into the Sky Tower Now their bodies may no longer be there, which causes all thought bodies to go out of control. Out of control thought bodies lose most of their memory and sanity, and only rely on initial commands and conditioned reflex actions. A pure energy creature is composed of consciousness The body is determined, so the loss of memory means that they will forget what they look like, and can only maintain a vague figure—just like the angel that the monarch brother sees now. The defense system is closed. The main body is missing, and the battle command is interrupted The other party has become a dazed instinctive creature... There is no longer a threat."
Sandora obviously also knew some relevant knowledge, and she figured out the situation of these guards as soon as Alaya reminded her. Then he looked at me: "Although I lost my appearance and accurate body due to forgetting my identity, the missing body can still maintain 80 to 90% of the original physical characteristics. According to my observation, this angel should have been a woman. So—Ah Jun, if you pinch me again, I will be jealous!"
"Um, what?" I quickly let go of my hand and looked around innocently, "... this... don't blame me for this!"
Everyone expressed that they didn't know anything, and Bingtis began to suggest that Sandora go home and prepare the nail version.
"The security level of the tower seems to have increased." Alaya suddenly said again, which is considered to have saved my life. The angel sister, who was a little off-line, was not aware of the change in the surrounding atmosphere, and was still dutifully reporting her findings. "Except Outside the mirrored entrance, all areas above the 500th floor of the Phantom Tower are locked, and the crystal clusters do not show the teleportation options to those floors at all."
"Fuck, it's really troublesome." Bingtis shook her arms, as if her hands were a little sore from the battle just now, "Did you build this thing to toss people back then—oh, I remembered, you don't know where this place is How come... oh shit! What's going on!"
Sister Bing stopped abruptly in the middle of her muttering, and then suddenly yelled in surprise, which attracted everyone's attention.
"What's your ghost name!" Sandora looked at the female hooligan dissatisfiedly. She was trying to communicate with the captured angel, hoping to evoke a little memory of the other party, but was suddenly interrupted by Sister Bing's ghostly scream. , and therefore quite unhappy.
"My concubine suggests that we leave this ghost place immediately." Bingtis raised his paw and waved in front of me and Sandora respectively. "Suggestion from the bottom of my heart: look at your own body."
"Body?" I looked down and found nothing abnormal. "Are you okay?"
"I'm X, you're the only one who's okay!" Bingtis suddenly pulled Sandra over and pointed at the other's clothes, "Look for yourself! Her clothes are fading!"
It was only at this moment that I suddenly realized that the sky blue dress on Sandora had turned grayish blue, and the color was still changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"All the colors have faded." Monina's eyes quickly swept over everyone, her blood-red pupils are now black and gray. "I don't know when it started, the colors on everyone are turning into black and white... "
"This tower is assimilating intruders! Get out!" Lin Xue suddenly reminded loudly. When she said this, almost all the colors of her clothes had faded, and she looked like an old photo from the last century. , and then she yanked Alaya violently, "Don't be in a daze, quickly teleport everyone to that mirror!"
The most unresponsive of a group of people also knew that this place is not suitable to stay for a long time at this time, and they all ran to the crystal clusters that were starting up. While running, Bingtis took out a small mirror to take a picture, and happily tugged at my arm: "Hey , Chen, look at my concubine's eyes, they are just like yours! They are black! They are pure black!"
Sandora almost slipped and fell over: "How did I know you are such a weirdo!"
Bingtis laughed and pointed at Sandora's hair: "Your hair has turned white too! Both of us have the same hair now! Oh, let me go, Chen, your angel has turned pure white The shadow is gone! The whole body is gone! Where is Little Bubble? Little Bubble is gone... Oh, it's hanging on Alaya, I can't even see her..."
My face was covered with cold sweat, and I felt that if I killed this guy, I would be promoted to three levels in a row...
What broke me down even more was that Qianqian also came to her senses at this time, holding her face happily: "Ah Jun, Ah Jun, have I turned white?"
Baby, you are very white, okay! At this time, don't make trouble!
While this weird "black and white assimilation" started rapidly, the crystal cluster used for teleportation seemed to be suppressed. Despite the piercing screams, the teleportation never started. My bible with chains and horns slammed into the crystal cluster fiercely: "I will charge you with energy! Secret technique? 45-degree oblique impact repair method!"
A burst of pale (maybe originally golden) holy light erupted from the Bible, and just when I thought this weird hooligan had finally killed the teleportation system, everyone was teleported to the hall of mirrors—this TM would work too!
At the critical moment, we finally got out of this dangerous, weird phantom tower.