Chapter 47 (1/2)
It's raining in the sky. It's raining hard. Dark clouds have no edge, completely covering the sky, rain line also has no edge, hanging all over every corner of the dark clouds, between heaven and earth a cold doomsday. A blue lightning in the air across hundreds of kilometers, from the top of the cloud through thousands of meters thick thick thick cloud, twinkling and chopping down, from time to time there are towering trees turned into scorched earth in the thunder. Whether it is human beings or animals in this world, they are now fixed in the same place like stakes, staring at the vision between heaven and earth, silly.
This is God's anger.
No matter in which plane, abnormal phenomena can be understood as God's anger. God's power makes everything abnormal, so there are unusual phenomena, such as the heavy rain that seems to be unable to see the end. However, what they don't know as ordinary creatures is that it is also a way for God to protect himself, a means that at least seems to make them strong or delay their lives, at least for this plane, at the moment.
Boundless torrential rain line, through a colorless transparent ripple. The electric light has faded its bright green and has no trace. Only when the raindrops fall and collide with an invisible circular obstacle, the ripples formed in the air by the water flowers mark the long track of the meteor in flight. Looking down from the air, it is like a ripple in the rain.
The trajectory can't see the vanishing point of the tail, because its speed is close to the maximum speed that the plane can carry. If it is faster, it will rush out of the plane.
The front end of the ripple looks like a meteor from a distance, while the meteor is a monster in human shape from a close view. Some monsters are like lizards. The lines on their backs gather behind them and extend to the tip of their tail, which is very consistent with the definition of streamline. The lizard's head is bare, which is no different from ordinary lizards, but its hands and feet have human fingers instead of claws. The lizard man was holding a meat ball in his hand, and the things in it squirmed slightly, which made him feel uneasy or uncomfortable. Tyratomis was a little surprised. He stopped to take a glance at the meatball, patted it gently, and then comforted him in a low voice: ”little highness, bear with it for a while, bear with it for a while, you will be free soon. We're about to meet the people we're destined to meet. ”
Tirathamis's stop is very strange, almost from the speed running suddenly into a stop state, there is no stop process at all, and what is more unexpected is that at a certain point on his original route, he suddenly stretched out dozens of Black Death scythes and passed by in all directions, That place was originally where tirathamis was supposed to go at that moment in terms of speed. As tirathamis stopped in such a place, all the scythes naturally fell into the void without any sound, and did not hurt him at all.
Far away, a thin figure in a black robe took back the scythe of death, opened his mouth wide, looked at his empty scythe blade in disbelief, and then said slowly: ”Elaine, run quickly, we are not his opponent!” The strength of the scythe, which had never been cut empty, has not yet subsided. On the edge of the scythe, there is still a little space force sticking when tearing space, reflecting the slight turbulent vibration of the blade.
Irina didn't move. She looked at the distance and said, ”run?” Where can we go? ” Dry thin shadow a stay, slowly put down the death sickle, looking at the rain all over the sky also said to himself: ”yes, where can we escape?”
All of a sudden, the space behind them was torn open without any sign. A figure stepped out from a very distant place, gently swung the long lizard tail, and said with the smell of ridicule: ”run! Of course, run! It's a wise choice to get out of this plane! ”
Dry thin shadow surprised, instinctively with the scythe to cut the voice out of the place, his speed is extremely fast, bring out the shadow. But although he cut it out, he didn't know where it was going. It's not that tirathamis's figure is not there. It's that the thin shadow has nothing in his hand. The scythe of death has no trace. The thin shadow has only made an action of chopping. He looked suspiciously at his success and thought that it was his own hand.
Tirathamis had floated thousands of meters away, and the scythe of death was floating in front of him. As if worried that people would hurt themselves with more small movements, or afraid of the influence of their own power on the dry weight-loss shadow, tiratimus stepped back by a kilometer.
As the God of death who has cut the air twice in history, his heart is dead and can't die any more. If there are history books in the divine world, he even has the heart to destroy his soul. Tirathamis gently stroked the scythe of death and let its blade cut his finger. A touch of shining golden blood adhered to the icy blade. The blade tasted the taste of divine blood and suddenly sent out a buzzing vibration“ Well, yes, it's an artifact. It's just that the space destruction ability is a little weak, so it's better to make up for it. ”
He pointed out his finger and slightly hit it on the sickle of the sickle. Then the death sickle burst into a mass of gray fog, and the fog shrouded the sickle of the death. It was as though the gels were rolling violently, and the faces of the devil and the angel appeared on the surface of the fog. Even dry thin shadow himself feel unbearable. Although tirathamis enhanced the power of death's Scythe thousands of meters away, because this scythe was originally a part of death's body, his thin figure trembled slightly, and three or four phantoms rushed out of his body and then dissipated in the surrounding air. It was a phenomenon that death was too powerful to bear and directly overflowed from his soul. What is the power of death that even death can't contain?!