In just half a minute, Auf felt as if his body had been stepped on by a million mammoths.
No, it is a million dark dragons, and they are also proficient in physical combat, and they are all legendary level.
After shooting this shot, Auf was exhausted.
However, this series of waterfall-like thunder is also very effective.
In other words, for a domination level, this kind of damage is considerable.
I saw that after being baptized by the thunder of law, the surface of the unknown flesh ball master from the plane of Hornulus was directly scorched black, and at the same time, there were painful roars from inside.
That was the thunder that shot down directly from the crystal wall hundreds of thousands of meters above the sky and hit the bottom of the deep sea!
Powerful, bright, and everything-cleansing thunder!
Under such a bombardment, ordinary gods, even the gods of Nasenger, would probably be dead.
Not to mention the bones, not even the godhead can be left behind.
In other words, the Dominator level can resist it.
Auf collapsed and even sucked up a lot of magic crystals and order potions stored in the space ring.
After the launch, Auf took out the magic tool used to save his life-the light bulb!
In other words, this light bulb is an experimental light bulb with left and right channels and magnetic poles that move to cut the magnetic field lines!
That's right, the set of tools used by Off to experiment with the phenomenon of electromagnetic induction were reduced by the Nassen lattice wall system and had a very special effect.
It is similar to Sophie's Nassenger's first five-line music book, which has a magical effect.
Taking out the light bulb, Aofu said to the Naga Mother not far away: "Come and hold me."
He would not easily believe in the indigenous gods, even if the Naga Mother was rumored to be very kind and gentle.
The mother of Naga over there was also a little weak at this time.
You know, Rene Descartes did not ask them to stand at the nodes of various planes for nothing.
While being used as energy transmission and converters, their own divine power was also sucked away.
If they weren't in the plane they were in, and in a peaceful plane, they would definitely not have enough faith in the Kingdom of God.
You must know that if the power of faith is transmitted across borders, it will cost a lot.
And if you are in a war plane, like Faser, where gods other than the God of the Sky are constantly fighting, you won't be able to store much divine power.
The Naga clan, the main intelligent life form of the Naga plane, is peace-loving and does not like fighting, and is even regarded as delicious food for Warcraft.
Therefore, there are rarely fights between these gods, and this time they can pour out so much divine power.
only……
Although the momentum is huge, in front of the master, it just makes the meat ball suffer.
The gods can feel that after the plane of their birth was forcibly "entered" by the flesh ball...
The plane becomes unclean.
Originally, this plane had been marked with Nasung's mark, just like a small meteorite outside the solar system that became a member of the solar system after being captured by the sun's gravity.
Ever since the Naga plane was stared at by the strong man of Nasung, it was equivalent to being branded by Nasung.
At this time, under the pain of the flesh ball, the gods felt even more boundless pollution erupting from the flesh ball in an instant.
This kind of pollution is not only applied to the spirit, but also to the body.
In just a few seconds, countless lives suddenly felt that all the flesh and blood around them was delicious!
Regardless of whether the owner of those flesh and blood is their father, mother, lover or descendant, they just think it is delicious!
So delicious!
So tempting!
So delicious!
Countless lives suddenly launched attacks on other lives around them.
The killer whale, which was taking its children to swim in the sea, was bitten to pieces by its own parent and child in the next moment, and then bit back.
Two swordfish that were about to mate suddenly started a life-and-death fight, leaving many scars.
Sea snakes and accompanying electric eels grappled on the seabed, accompanied by toxins and electric shocks.
Even some Nagas who were living alone suddenly began to eat their own arms, chew their own fingers and eyeballs.
Too much!
Tear, bite, chew, suck...
Blood, meat, blood vessels, internal organs...
In just a few seconds, there were countless corpses in the entire ocean of the Naga plane.
These corpses contain a wide range of emotions.
Anger, indifference, jealousy, arrogance...
All kinds of emotions on the flesh and blood gathered toward the flesh ball.
All the gods can see that if this meat ball is allowed to continue, let alone whether the master will be resurrected, it is not certain whether the Naga plane will still exist!
The death of all life in the Naga plane can only be turned into nutrients for this flesh ball to revive.
At the same time, it can also transform into Ragnarok in the Naga plane.
The root of gods lies in faith!
Before mastering the power of the Lord, most gods can only survive by relying on faith!
When all the believers are dead, the god is not far from being destroyed.
The same is true for the Naga plane.
Therefore, the gods suddenly became anxious.
Perish!
They feel doomed!
And at this moment, a gentle moan resounded throughout the entire plane, even overpowering the manic roar.
"Hmm...are you here so soon? Why do I feel like I just lay down..."
He said "I just lay down", but in fact René Descartes, who had just laid down, woke up and stretched himself.
He looked sleepily at the top of his head. The huge meat ball was accompanied by granulation, sucking all kinds of flesh and blood.
And just now, Rene Descartes' groan, like he was stretching, gave all living beings a sense of peace and tranquility.
It's so peaceful that I almost want to sleep!
"What kind of master are you? Are all the masters of the Hornulus plane so weird, ugly and smelly?" After René Descartes slowly stretched, he smacked his lips and yawned again.
Then he stood up slowly.
The meat ball not far above his head seemed to have discovered his existence just now.
"Tear!
"
A circular hole emerged from the meat ball, from which a rusty steel needle shot out, directly hitting René Descartes' heart.
"Oh, are you recovering well?"
Rene Descartes smiled slightly, and just waved his hand gently, and the steel needle disappeared directly into nothingness: "Thank you for your gift, I will keep it in my memory and remember it forever."
Then, René Descartes chuckled: "Naga Mother and the others have always thought that I was bragging... So today I will show them the legendary power of my Nasenger!"
Saying that, Rene Descartes stood still, his eyes flashing with strange light, looked at the meat ball, and shouted softly:
