blogombal Chapter 1427 Beaten
Chapter 1427 Beaten
Chapter 1427 Beaten
The principle of the Evil King's Flame Killing Fist is to summon the fire of the demon world as a weapon to destroy the enemy and strengthen one's own strength.
In order to master this extremely difficult skill, in addition to having an extremely high talent for fire control, one must also use one's own body as a nest to host the seeds of the demonic fire and nurture them.
In the original work of Yu Yu Hakusho, Hiei used his right hand as a container to nurture the fire of the demon world. Even though he was born as the forbidden son of the Snow Woman clan and had a natural affinity for fire, there were several times when his right hand was almost completely destroyed by the fire of the demon world.
In the world of Yu Yu Hakusho, Moshi brought the root fire of the demon world from the demon world for Heather and stored it in the Flame-Flame Fruit.
Although the "Curse" weapons including the Curse Coin and the Flame-Flame Fruit cannot be reborn into weapon-men, their magical uses are more extensive than other mythical weapons.
The most basic effect of the curse coin is to be used as a temporary undead physique BUFF. It can also be developed into a DEBUFF to counter the enemy's undead physique. The power can be stored in the gold coins and then distributed to other people. It can even project power across the sea of time and space through mutual induction between gold coins.
The Flame-Flame Fruit can accommodate the alien fire that Heather has obtained and integrate it into its own fire type.
At this moment, the sky above the Dynasty Temple was shrouded by a huge vortex of black flames that suddenly appeared.
Dozens of black flames surrounded Heather's right arm. If you look closely, you can see that they are all black dragon waves.
"【Evil King Flame Killing Black Dragon Wave】!"
Heather swung her fist at the giant blood-flame claw that was attacking her, and the black flame dragon wrapped around her right arm immediately roared impatiently and rushed out.
The sky above the Dynasty Temple was suddenly shrouded in terrifying high temperatures generated by the collision of black and red flames. The huge heat wave turned into a shock ring that quickly swept and spread in all directions.
The extremely high stone wall dome roared and shook, and the surrounding mountains and cliffs centered on the Dynasty Temple began to collapse and disintegrate rapidly.
But soon, the impact was contained as much as possible.
Both Mung and Heather were restraining their power at this time to avoid causing damage to the Dynasty Temple.
Monger was naturally worried about 'Michaela' in the giant egg cocoon, fearing that the aftermath of the attack would have a negative impact on Michaela.
Heather had many questions to ask Monger. And about Michaela, Heather always felt that there was something wrong with this guy.
The heat wave was restrained, and countless black feathers bloomed behind the demigod Mung, growing into a pair of huge and gorgeous black wings.
Clang!
Heather raised her sword in mid-air to block the rapidly thrusting trident. Munger held the long handle of the trident tightly with both hands and was about to activate the blood flame to launch a close-range burning attack.
But the Holy Spear of Mungwen in his hand refused to unleash its power no matter how hard he tried, as if it was afraid of something.
Before Monger could draw back the Holy Spear to launch a physical attack, Heather's big hand had already grabbed the winding horns above his head at lightning speed.
"It's windy up there, let's go down and talk!"
Heather exerted force on her arms and threw Monge downwards, and Monge instantly turned into a blood-red meteor that fell from the sky into the Dynasty Temple.
Boom! As countless black feathers scattered, Monger smashed a huge dent in the ground, and blood spurted out with a "pu" sound.
"Ok?"
Heather was stunned. The force he used should be just enough to break most of Monger's bones, instead of just causing some damage to his internal organs like now.
Speaking of which, just when Monger was about to hit the ground, his falling momentum seemed to be drastically slowed down for a split second.
There is something invisible protecting him!
Munger didn't care about the king's demeanor. Before he climbed out of the pit, he grabbed the Holy Spear of Mungwen with both hands and raised it above his head, shouting:
"Invisible Mother! Please bestow your punishment! Let this rebellious sinner witness your great power!"
The Holy Spear of Mungwen was clearly pointing towards the empty sky, but Heather heard a slight sound, as if something was pierced.
Immediately afterwards, large whirlpools of blood flame began to expand and rotate rapidly with the location where the holy spear pierced.
Countless blood flames turned into chains and flew towards Heather in mid-air.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Heather sneered and opened her left hand with five fingers pointing forward:
"Your blood flame is good, it belongs to me."
As soon as the blood flame hit the five-meter range in front of Heather, it was forced to shrink rapidly and condense into a thin stream, flowing into Heather's palm.
Blood flame is also fire, take it!
Soon, all the blood flames that suddenly appeared suddenly disappeared, disappearing just as quickly as they came.
Heather felt the blood flame in the Flame-Flame Fruit and nodded with satisfaction. It was worth the trip.
Monger froze in place, holding the Holy Spear with both hands. Confusion and fear were evident in his single eye.
His Holy Spear of Mungwen was clearly a sacrificial tool that allowed him to unleash the power of his cursed blood and communicate with the Outer Gods' Invisible Mother of Truth. It was also the symbol of the new dynasty that he and Michaela would create together. Why could the power of blood flame be plundered by a mere outsider who was not even a demigod?
Mother of Truth, you clearly longed for wounds, and I pierced your body with the Holy Spear as promised, so why did things turn out like this!
His answer was a fierce punch.
Bang! Heather dropped from the sky and punched Monger hard in the face.
Monger's huge body suddenly hit the ground heavily and then bounced up. He flew off the ground, fell far outside the deep pit and then bounced up again. After landing again, he rolled more than ten times until his body hit the steps below the giant cocoon and stopped.
There were a lot of horn fragments scattered around his body. Some of them were so hard that even Monger himself could do nothing but let them pierce his left eye. Several of the ominous horns were broken by this punch.
"Uh...you...who are you?"
Monger lay on the ground, trying to move his limbs to get up but failed repeatedly. He could only spit out broken fangs and blood clots, and roared incoherently.
"I told you I'm your uncle, why don't you believe me, my nephew?"
Heather strode towards Monger, lifted him up by the collar, and raised her fist to punch him again:
"It is my uncle's responsibility to wake up my nephew who is stubbornly on the wrong path... huh?"
Heather suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at Monger. Even though most of his teeth were broken, Monger still angrily scolded Heather incoherently, with no intention of admitting defeat. He opened his mouth and said, "You can't take Michaela away from me," and then he closed his mouth and said, "Michaela will always belong to me."
"You...are you dreaming?"
Heather muttered strangely, raising her fist again.
This time, what lingered on the fist was no longer domineering but the concept of dreams.
It's time to wake up, President.