quicksilver blood

Chapter 270 God's Evil Favor
In a very short moment, Scott appeared at the end of the trail, leaving no time for Sale to react.

Of course, this is a "fact" seen from the perspective of an onlooker.

But from Purcell's perspective, there was no process of Scott's attack at all, but the result appeared directly.

As the black robe on his body was torn apart by an inexplicable force, the vague trajectory was re-established, and several sword lights flashed one by one, passing through his wound.

During the whole process, Purcell was held in the air by an inexplicable force.He could only act again after those sword lights burst into groups of black and sticky blood on his body.

That's not the power of Scott's "hysteresis" origin, but pure swordsmanship.

That is the ancient sword technique left before the fall of the Lord of the Sword Seat.First determine the fact that the opponent was hit, and then generate the trajectory of the attack.

This kind of swordsmanship that violates the law with pure skill, after the fall of the Lord of the Sword Seat, no one can learn it anymore.

The Lord of the Sword Seat fell in the 61st year of the Gods' Calendar. Counting the time to reach the Hall of Truth with pure swordsmanship, a person must have lived at least a thousand years to possess this level of swordsmanship.

If it wasn't for the talent of "born from light" that concealed Purcell's figure, Scott could completely cut his Yang Yanburst with a single sword.

After all, when swordsmanship has been refined to this level, it can be regarded as a different kind of divine art in a sense.Advanced divine arts can counteract weaker divine arts.

But it's not too late now.Scott's sword just chopped one of the fleshy wings of Sale into pieces, and at the same time, a large piece of tentacle debris fell into the garden below.Purcell's volume instantly decreased by one-third, and black blood, as thick as oil and smelly, splashed down in the air.

Seeing that Purcell was about to lose his fighting power, Scott's offensive did not stop.

He and Purcell are already old rivals, and he knows how difficult Purcell's immortality is.Several decades ago, Saier, who still served N'Zoth, was the human form abandoned in the White Tower and turned into a complete monster.

Although Purcell is still short of a cornerstone element to truly awaken the origin, his restraint on Anvilia has been demonstrated.

Under the blessing of the dual templates of the Son of God and the elect, Anvelia and Scott did not keep the mere golden-ranked Searle inside the White Tower, and let him leave safely after demolishing a large number of buildings.

By this time, Scott already understood that Purcell might be the trump card of the gods.The traits of immunity to witchcraft and stealing magic power are too annoying, and his two cornerstones of "progressive towards chaos" and "progressive towards evil" are terribly difficult to deal with...

——Never let him get close to Anvilia.

Making up his mind, Scott raised the slender long sword wrapped in white bandages in front of his chest.

The flow speed of the runes on his eyepatch suddenly accelerated by four or five times, and the time around him was distorted, stained with a dirty and yellowish color.Many distorted and abstract clocks appeared beside him that were soft like oil cakes, balls full of spikes, and plasticine that had been torn in half, spinning at different speeds.

In Scott's field of vision, everything around him seems to slow down many times, the shape of everything becomes blurred, and the mottled light and shadow make everything around him fluctuate as if in dark water.

The only one who is still normal is Scott who is at the center of the twisted world.

Unlike Esther who needs to deliberately activate the origin ability, Scott's origin is a passive field type. After nearly a thousand years of continuous use, it is already on the verge of losing control, and it is effortless to activate the origin special effects.

Within five meters is Scott's burst distance.

Scott raised the long sword wrapped in white bandages in his hand, and slashed at Saier who was frozen in front of him.

But his sword blade pierced through Saier's body as if he had cut a jelly.It just left a vague knife light in the void.

Scott was not surprised, and continued to slash the air around Sale with his backhand.

After slashing dozens of swords back and forth, when the blurred light of the sword completely covered Sale, Scott slowly raised the slender long sword wrapped in white bandages in front of his chest again, and stabbed with the sword. to Purcell.

The next moment, overlapping hundreds of swords gushed out at the same time. Even though Saier tried his best to avoid it, he was still chopped into hundreds of pieces of black minced meat, which slowly fell to the ground.

The dozens of attacks hidden in Scott's thrusts were also the effect of being superimposed by Scott's "lag" attacks.

But before Scott took a breath, at the moment Purcell was cut into hundreds of parts by him, a thin light green beam of light fell from the sky and shone on Purcell that had been turned into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, those pieces of flesh regained their vitality, intertwined with each other, and the muscled black tentacles formed a new body again.That's a gigantic meatball that keeps expanding.
dark.blood red.Densely covered with veins.

"Tricked, Scott—"

Purcell's voice became sharper, as if he was laughing, and it seemed that it was just the wind whistling.Just by hearing it, you can feel the pain of cold metal churning in your mind.

This aggregate of hundreds of thousands of tentacles fell freely while thinking about what it would become.

First, let’s grow wings—

After thinking for a while, he made up his mind and pulled out the buds from the meat ball.

First it was distorted into the shape of a croissant, and after the volume expanded to the height of a five-story building, a large number of tiny tentacles suddenly spewed out from the two corners of the croissant, intertwined with each other, and woven into four butterfly wings Same meat wing.

With the thickness of these four wings, it is absolutely impossible for it to afford this Big Mac.But it just stopped in the air abruptly.

Then, three pairs of scarlet eyeballs of different sizes, without eyelids, and densely covered with bloodshot emerged on the surface of its wings. The dim yellow light flickered on and off in its eyeballs, and the eyeballs kept shaking nervously, looking around.

Defense is needed next, and the ability to capture Scott—

It thought so, so it pierced a large piece of bony sharp spikes in the middle of the croissant, and densely packed slender tentacles formed from the gaps between the spikes.They are tipped with a long, lightning-flashing suction nozzle surrounded by a mass of poisonous needles.

Layer after layer of scales rose from the twisted muscles exposed to the air.Inside are fine fish scales, then there are fine steel balls in the middle, and the outside is covered with a layer of steel plates.

In less than three seconds, it expanded to the height of an eight-story building and fully armed itself.

Butterfly-winged armored jellyfish—this contorted posture can only be barely described in this way.

That was completely different from when Purcell hunted the Tree of Suffering in the City of Fortune.

"I suggest you die once, heretic—"

There was a sharp sound like metal scraping.

"Try it if you can."

Stepping on a small open space that Anvilia helped him create, Scott sneered and mocked without fear.

Even so, a solemn look gradually appeared in his eyes.

Only a few decades have passed.Purcell's level obviously hasn't been improved in the slightest, but his strength has more than doubled.

The last time we met, Sale was still killed by him in an instant, and he could only rely on his own immortality to deal with the dregs in embarrassment.But this time, he has been able to bring a certain amount of pressure to Scott.

Moreover, there is the priest of the Goddess of Life who does not know where she is hidden... If she is not dealt with, Sale can't kill her at all.

"too slow."

Scott sneered, and jumped back to avoid several tentacles that hit the ground heavily.

The tentacle swipe, which seemed too fast to react to others, seemed to Scott to be yawning slowly.

His field of vision has always maintained a deceleration of more than three times, and if he enters a battle, it will decelerate to dozens of times every minute.

But at this moment, Scott suddenly realized a certain uneasiness.

The golden light gradually condensed on Purcell's steel armor, and the black monster suspended in the air was covered with gold in an instant.

The next moment, thousands of beams of light as thick as an adult's forearm hit overwhelmingly——

(End of this chapter)