The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking

Melo squeezed his hands suddenly, and an astonishing force burst out from his body. Both Kevin and Oswald were bounced away by his force, and they were thrown far away.The giant pillars that were still upright in the Ice and Snow Temple finally broke at the root of this impact.

Without the huge load-bearing pillars, the top of the temple lost its support, and the magnificent and huge top was tilted, and it was about to collapse.

Such an impact is nothing to Melo, Kevin or even Oswald, but it will be fatal to those kneeling there, and can be photographed into a pulp in the blink of an eye.

The black head could barely see the edge, and even circled all the way up the frosty steps.

They couldn't raise their heads, but they could feel the shadows cast from above them. Many of them were shaking like chaff, tears streaming down their eyes, and closed their eyes in despair, waiting for the blow from above.

"Don't—" someone yelled tremblingly, the voice was almost broken, and there was a crying voice full of fear.

"please……"

"God Empress... I beg you..."

Oswald's body hit the ice heavily, and the cracks quickly spread around the place where he hit, making a soft "click".And Kevin raised his hand at that moment and slammed it up, supporting the huge dome of the temple with one arm alone.

When he retracted his fingers suddenly, he heard continuous cracking sounds from the entire Frost Dome. Finally, he couldn't bear the heavy pressure and shattered into fine powder.A large cloud-like thick snow fog spread over the top of the head, and the temperature dropped even lower again.

After the giant beast Sirius fell to the ground, it never got up again.He twitched all over his body, lying on his side on the ground, his four claws curled up, as if he wanted to grab the position of his heart.

With his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, it seemed that he was in pain.

No one knows how hard this feeling is, except Oswald himself.He didn't even know what was going on with him, he just felt a huge air flow filled his blood vessels, making the walls of the blood vessels thin and transparent, obviously protruding from under the skin, as if the skin had been filled with air, One more puff and it will explode completely.

Every blood vessel in his body was painful and scorching hot, as if a raging fire had been burning.

This is not his illusion, but reality.

Oswald's whole body exuded scalding heat, as if it had evaporated from the surface of boiling water, and it splashed on the skins of the soldiers closest to him, instantly turning red.

Those soldiers couldn't help but twitch their fingers, let alone himself.

The ice surface lying under him was covered by his overheated body temperature, and it had a tendency to melt. Gradually, water accumulated and flowed sideways along the ice surface. The flat ice surface melted because of his presence. Potholes.

What's even more surprising is that a little spark appeared on the giant beast's snow-white fur, like the edge of a scorched paper.

Finally, with the giant beast's long howl mixed with pain and anger, the ruins of the temple were shaken.Tongues of flame suddenly sprang up from the blood-soaked Sirius, and his whole body burned.

Half of his body was covered with snow-white fur, while the other half was soaked in blood. Against the backdrop of the golden-red flames, he had a solemn and holy aura, which seemed a little different from before.

The giant beast's opened eyes were bloodshot, and it stared fearlessly at Melo, even with some indescribable sarcasm.He slapped his claws hard on the ice, and suddenly, a fire dragon rushed out, roaring and rushing towards Melo.

"I'll give you a godhead, otherwise you won't even be qualified to fight." Melo moved his footsteps, let the fire dragon go, and said slowly.There was an indescribable arrogance and contempt in the flat tone.

The meaning of these words is as if his heart was crushed just now because he deliberately wanted to lose.

why?

Melo's neurotic character who doesn't feel at ease until he climbs to the top and clears up all threats will never do the thing of "giving someone a godhead, just to make it appear less unequal".This is so unlike him...

Oswald was suspicious, but he didn't have the time to waste time with him.He saw the Great Elder and Xinia who were tied up by the green vines, and then swept to the helpless crowd behind him. With a huge leap, he rushed towards Melo along with the leaping fire dragon.

The moment he pressed down on Melo, he said in a sarcastic tone, "God? Don't be kidding, you are like this, even if you have all the godheads in your pocket, you will never be worthy of being called a god!"

When Melo got out of the way, he shot a fire dragon again, and went straight to the dark green vines.The thorns on the vines were scorched by the flames, and they curled up instantly as if they were afraid of being burned.

The Great Elder and Xinia, who were chained inside, lay softly on the ground, looking dry and lifeless.

Oswald howled angrily, knocked Melo away, and jumped in front of the old and the young. The moment he landed, his figure stretched and changed in the flames, changing from the appearance of a siren to a human.He picked up Xinya and put the Great Elder on his back.

Melo raised his hand, just as he was about to stop it, a long golden arrow that pierced through the wind pierced his flesh.The long arrow carried a huge impact, which made him stagger. Before he could stand still, another long arrow followed and directly nailed him in the neck.

He was knocked back two steps, and his whole body leaned against the ice wall.

Oswald flicked his backhand, and the golden long arrow nailed to his body instantly flowed a stream of fire, burning from the tail of the arrow to Melo.

And Kevin, under the cover of the flames, fired three arrows and nailed Melo directly to the wall...

***

On the Folia Mountain Road, the team led by Mio lay on the ground in embarrassment, lowered their bodies, and curled their fingers to grasp all the raised rocks or the edge of the mountain road that could be grasped, trying to make their grip stronger.

What shocked Mi Ao to order urgently was a sudden gust of wind, rolling with ice and snow slag brought from nowhere, like a giant white dragon, spinning from a distance and approaching at a very fast speed, and rushed up the mountain road in the blink of an eye.

The mountain road had a slanted arc, and when it was blown away by the gust of wind, the few horse eagles that could not stick to the ground were blown and rolled down the cliff because of the large load-bearing area, howling and neighing. The sound was blown to pieces by the wind, which made people's hearts jump with fear.

A lot of people who were not strong enough, or who couldn't hold tight, were also blown away by the wind.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" Countless people's fingers were cut into the skin by the edges and corners of the rock, and they were embedded in the flesh, and the blood leaked out instantly. It's a lifesaver.

The dragon-like storm came strangely and went suddenly. After walking around the Folia Mountain Road, it twisted and rolled towards another place.

However, the departure of the storm did not mean the arrival of safety. Before Mio and the others even had time to stand firm, a group of familiar bastards followed the footsteps of the storm and killed them.

When those things whizzed over, there was a rustling friction sound, which could even give people a very short-lived hallucination, as if the world was silent and you were the only one left.

That's a sand ghost.

Mi Ao lowered his head and spat, hoarse and said harshly: "He should not be able to avoid trouble today, fuck his master! Brothers! Come on!!"

Once upon a time, sand ghosts, who were neither humans nor ghosts, were afraid of humidity. In this climate and season, they would always go out less and try to stay in their old nest where birds don't shit or chickens don't lay eggs.But now, their resistance to humidity seems to be getting stronger and stronger. Even if they dare to come out just after the rainy season is over, light rain will not cause them much trouble. They are simply impossible to climb.

The sound of killing and desperate yelling became a kind of venting. When people encountered death situations one after another, and fatal troubles followed one after another without end, anyone would feel exhausted, irritable and angry.

Whether it was Mi Ao or the rest of the team, they were almost desperate in their hearts.With so many sand ghosts, an army of tens of thousands may not be able to carry them for long, let alone them.But it's all dead anyway, it's better to be able to kill one by one, stop it for a while, at least it can hold back the pace of this sand-moving ghost from killing to other places.

There was a melee of fighting on the narrow mountain road, and the impact of metal and sand and stone intertwined and intertwined.

Once a person embraces the will to die, he will always become fearless, so strong that he is hardly like himself. Even Sand Ghost seems to have never seen such a desperate fighting method, and the offensive has slowed down a bit, as if a little "shocked" .

Of course, it is impossible to notice this in the eyes of Mi Ao who is red-eyed.

The Sand Ghost Clan has no so-called men, women, old or young, and no so-called relatives and friends. They are like some kind of fighting machine that suddenly appeared in the desert one day. Apart from fighting and aggression, apart from killing and turning blood, they seem to have nothing else to do. Can do.

They are extremely cold and numb.

There is no such thing as emotion for them, and they cannot even be classified as flesh and blood creatures, let alone human beings...

How can the so-called "shock" come from something that doesn't even have flesh and blood?

"Why are you bastards like you appearing in this world!" Mio leaned his back on his armor to block a wave of sand splashing up, and then, using his arm to cover him, pierced the sand ghost's heart with a sword.

The sand ghost let out a shrill scream, suddenly lost its strength, and instantly scattered from the air, turning into a pool of loose sand on the ground.However, Mi Ao didn't have time to see this process. The moment he drew his sword, he had already gone to the front.

A team of less than [-] people, on such a dangerous mountain path, unexpectedly blocked the sand ghost's attack.

They don't know how long they can last, and no one cares about it.Killing one is not a loss, killing two is a profit. The whole long and narrow team looks like a long knife pierced into the wind and sand, and Mi Ao and the others are the sharpest points of the knife.

And the tip of the knife is always about to see blood.