The God of Death in American Comics

In the mirror magic space, a large number of buildings are constantly undergoing the process of collapse, reconstruction, and rebirth under the influence of Ohmaeda.

There is no spiritual reaction at all. This is a brand new power system that Ohmaeda has never been exposed to before. It is the same as the portal seen in the library.

The opponent is too powerful and cannot be evacuated. There is no way out.

Ohmaeda has been constantly testing and observing. The combat idea of ​​stealth and maneuver has always been to escape thousands of miles without hitting a hit.

But he didn't know that Oliver outside the space was actually not relaxed.

Sweat has soaked the wide collar. Now Oliver relies entirely on the magical power of the New York Temple to compete with Ohmaeda.

If Qing hadn't realized that the situation was not good and rushed to help him, Oliver would have been sitting on the ground in embarrassment.

Steven was already sluggish, and one day's encounter had subverted all his views.

Casillas was too embarrassed to move. Neither Oliver, who still controlled the power of the temple, nor the perverted fat man in the mirror space could be easily moved by Casillas.

Maybe if Casillas, the fat man who doesn't understand magic, uses magic well, he can tangle with him.

Note that it is about struggling, not overcoming, and these are both ideal results.

Because this fat man is so terrifying. The strange energy that is squandered in the space is quite astonishing in its lethality.

There is also the high-speed movement that cannot be seen clearly by the naked eye. I don’t know why this fat man is so slippery. He is obviously in the mirror space, turning the world upside down.

"Mage Casillas" Oliver's shout interrupted Casillas's thinking.

"Please help me, let the other party calm down. Our purpose is not to kill each other," said Oliver, whose eyes were filled with magical light.

Even the bone fragments on the face showed no signs of mutating under the suppression of the temple's magic power.

The only thing he could do now was to appease the irritable and restless Ohmaeda, but no matter what he said just now, the other party just kept destroying and increasing energy output, which made Oliver very depressed.

Without waiting for the other party to reply, Oliver continued, "I will attract the other party, Master Casillas. I believe you can calm the other party."

As one of the disciples of the Sorcerer Supreme, Oliver believed that the other party knew what he was talking about.

Since the other party cannot be calmed down on a physical level, we can only take another route.

灵魂

As long as the other party's soul is pulled out, Oliver believes that the other party will not be able to fight back.

Not everyone can get used to the feeling of out-of-body experiences. Oliver remembered the horrified look on his face when his soul left his body.

Casillas' eyes flashed, and he naturally understood what Oliver meant. At this time, he didn't dwell on the right or wrong of what just happened. Those were just minor issues.

He nodded towards Oliver and carefully walked into the magic space.

Magical space, turning the world upside down.

bang

A rolling building was blasted with a huge hole by a powerful force.

It's obviously just a beginning, and it's just a casual wave.

But in Ohmaeda's view, the light force had a terrifying effect.

Is it a problem with this space? Ohmaeda could only think this way.

From taking it seriously at the beginning to now seeming to deal with it casually, Ohmaeda gradually figured out some information about this space.

The things here are probably not real, and Oh Maeda also feels that there are still many flaws in the use of some techniques.

At least if he uses this ability, there must be deeper changes.

hum~~~

Ohmaeda quickly looked back, and the space fluctuated.

Casillas walked in ready for battle.

"I haven't asked you for your name yet, are you a mutant?" Casillas stared at the other party seriously, looking for the other party's flaws while also waiting for Oliver to create an opportunity.

As soon as he entered here, Casillas felt that not only his legs, but also his whole body were tied with thick and heavy sandbags, and there was a constant sense of oppression in his mind.

My whole body fell into an uncomfortable state.

Ohmaeda's eyes moved. It stands to reason that the opponent has entered the range of his spiritual pressure, and this distance is only a blink of an eye.

Although he was confident that he could stab his Zanpakutō into the opponent's heart before the opponent had time to react.

However, this strange space and the situation where the opponent suddenly jumped out also made Ohmaeda secretly wary.

After thinking about it, he had to create his own opportunities. He shook the five-shaped head in his hand, and Ōmaeda raised his head and said.

"Listen up, I am the deputy captain of the second division of the Soul Society Seireitei Gotei and the captain of the secret mobile police unit Ohmaeda Nikko Taroemon Miirisuke Sukekichiyo, that's right."

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Casillas saw ten thousand ponies galloping past the grassland in his heart. If it weren't for the fat man's Japanese face, he would have doubted whether he was dealing with a person of polar bear national origin.

While he was in a daze, Ohmaeda's eyes lit up, as if he had found an opportunity.

咻

In a blink of an eye, he disappeared in place.

"Damn" Casillas reacted in horror.

Yelling "Oliver" uncontrollably

When it comes to combat experience, Ohmaeda is naturally a few steps ahead of Casillas.

This kind of seizing the opponent's stunned moment to launch an attack is as easy as eating and drinking for Ohmaeda.

The terrifying strong wind had already struck from behind. Casillas didn't need to think carefully to know that it was the strange meteor hammer weapon.

Fortunately, this is the Sanctuary's home court, and Casillas is not alone.

The magic space fluctuated again.

Casillas raised his eyebrows and turned around quickly.

The sharp teeth on Wu Xing's head were obviously very close to him, but they just couldn't hit him. It seemed that he and this fat man named Omaeda were far apart.

Casillas did not pause and cherished this rare opportunity. He closed his palms and patted Ohmaeda's chest with magic power.

Ohmaeda, who almost thought he had succeeded in a sneak attack, actually took evasive action when he saw the opponent turning around.

But this space seems to have locked him. No matter how he moves, his position will appear in the attack path of the opponent's palm.

nowhere to escape

In this situation with no escape, Ohmaeda could only gather his spiritual power in his chest

Casillas seemed to be observing a visual feast at close range, and the fat man in black kimono was in an instant.

With his own dynamic vision unable to keep up, his rapid tossing and turning even produced afterimages in the space.

But Casillas knows that this is useless. Unless the shackles of the temple hub are broken, no one can break free from this magical space that consumes the power of a temple to create it.

The palm of his hand hit Omaeda's chest under the corner of Casillas's proud mouth.

The struggling Ohmaeda suddenly stopped like a computer crashing.

hum~~~

The surrounding space began to gradually recover, and the temple hall appeared again.

Qing's exclamation came.

Casillas looked back and saw that Oliver had fainted, and the magical light blessed by the temple had dissipated around him.

Forget it, you still have to do it yourself.

Casillas's heart sank, and his soul left the surface of his body.

The opponent must be subdued in the soul state, otherwise Oliver has fainted now, and Casillas does not think that his mirror magic space can trap the opponent.

But to be honest, he didn't really like and adapt to this out-of-body state. His whole body felt so light and his spirit body seemed to be sucked away by invisible forces at any time.

I smiled. The fat man probably wouldn’t be able to adapt to it either. He would definitely be scared to death.

Turned.

"What are you doing?" Casillas looked at Omaeda, who was lying on the ground with no soul, in confusion.

There is also this spiritual body that is almost indistinguishable from Omaeda, who has become a terrifying spiritual body.

"It's much easier to breathe. It's been a long time since I felt this comfortable."

Ohmaeda breathed in the fresh air around him with a drunken look on his face.

Use out-of-body methods to deal with death

Ohmaeda almost burst into laughter. What's the difference between this and releasing the god of death trapped in the corpse.

There was no need to consciously feel the spirit energy, which was even more majestic than what was inside, almost coming out of the body. Ohmaeda just wanted to moan in comfort.

"What are you doing?" Casillas was not only shocked, but also shocked.

Feeling the oppressive feeling coming from the other person's soul is a class-level thing, as if it is innate, like a mouse seeing a hoarse and grinning feline.

Casillas didn't know what went wrong.

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