Survival: King Picking Game

With every breath, Marshal Mo Dao will test seven or eight different magic models and ideas at the same time.Constantly constructing and overthrowing, in the maze of despair, find the way out——

--"caught you."

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Lorelia's mouth.Like a flower that blooms only in the severe winter, the gorgeous smile with sharp texture is heart-shattering.

Just when the middle-aged man's voice sounded, she successfully "caught" him.The bastard who was secretly weakening and sucking away her magic power was firmly locked by Lorelia among tens of thousands of targets.

Without making a fuss, the magic power traveled along the soles of the girl's feet to the ground.Along the soil, it meanders all the way like a dragon and snake.In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the ground as quickly as lightning, like an invisible big hand, directly grasping the opponent tightly.

"how come……?!"

The middle-aged man's voice changed from calm and confident to panic-stricken in less than a minute.

Then, it stopped abruptly.

Throat was firmly stuck.

Lorelia silently drives the "invisible hand", a dead disciple in white, with limbs swinging, slowly rising into the sky.Like a puppet manipulated by threads of air.There is no resistance.

"that is……"

There was a rustling sound from among the dead disciples surrounding the girl layer upon layer.

Uneasiness, unknown panic, is spreading rapidly.

Under the gazes of the numerous dead disciples with different expressions, a certain unlucky guy who is the "center" of the barrier hangs in the air in full view.

No one is an idiot, and everyone can tell that this guy didn't do it voluntarily.

Because his limbs were still struggling, and the twitching limbs twisted into various twisted postures.The eyeballs were wide open, covered with bloodshot eyes, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets in a second.

It was like a fish landed on the shore, jumping wildly due to lack of oxygen.But no matter how hard you struggle, it will be futile.In the eyes of the dead disciples, the remaining vitality slowly faded away.

It was originally a persuasion to surrender when the victory was in hand, but unexpectedly exposed the biggest weakness and became an opportunity for the situation to take a turn for the worse and turn victory into defeat.

Like the "star" of a comical puppet show, the Dead in White slowly die.The twisted spine made his head hang down in front of his chest at an angle of more than 270 degrees.The corpse was nailed in mid-air, and the miserable and strange appearance of death made people want to look away.

……

— This is a demonstration.

A human being protesting against the tens of thousands of Death Apostles surrounding her.

However, all the Dead Apostles, who should have had an absolute advantage, remained silent.

He didn't even dare to provocate with a harsh word.

Because what they are facing is standing at the pinnacle of human beings——

……

On Lorelia Barthemero's body, the wind barrier that had weakened somewhat became stronger again.It turned into a wind belt with layers of storms roaring again, and the range even moved forward several meters.

The "meat grinder" formed by countless sharp blades involved a few dead disciples who were standing in the front row and had no time to escape.Even before the screams could be heard, they turned into particles smaller than the floating and sinking in the air.

……

"Who else?"

Covering an area of ​​tens of hectares, it is a huge man-made underground cave equivalent to nearly a hundred football fields.

In a dark and vast space.

In the cave where countless chaotic monsters are about to move.

At this moment, a needle can be heard quietly.

Only the clear voice of that human woman—Marshal of the Demonic Dao, Lorelia Barthemero, kept echoing.

There was a fearless smile on that beautiful face.

"not bad."

A voice said condescendingly.

"It seems that I underestimated you. After all, you are the current patriarch of the family that has been fighting with me for so long."

……

feather.

Countless feathers.

The pure white bird's feathers fell from the sky like a heavy snowflake.

It's like a huge pure white bird, spreading its wings to cover the sky and the sun.

Snowflake-like flying feathers quickly covered the entire cave.

……

"Grand White Wing...!"

There was a Dead Apostle, muttering to himself frantically.

Soon, similar voices emerged one after another, overlapping each other, getting louder and louder, forming a huge wave continuously.

Finally converged into a unified voice: