Chapter 1133 (1/2)

”No!” ebony throat watched death approaching, as if he intended to torture him. Techala, the destroyer, was not in a hurry. He wanted to give him an unforgettable lesson. Ebony throat's spiritual ability was completely useless to the destroyer. Unless he reached the spiritual realm of teaching Illusory Reality and one mind, the destroyer immune to spiritual illusion created by the ancient gods, Is the natural nemesis of those with spiritual ability.

Huge concrete fragments roared past and hit the destroyer, but hundreds of tons of impact could not leave a trace on the destroyer's armor.

The concrete, which was several times larger than the destroyer, was punched into the ceiling by him, and the flying rubble shot hundreds of meters like bullets.

A wakanda probably wanted to see their king's heroic demeanor of killing the enemy. He quietly poked his head out, but unfortunately, he was hit by the sputtered gravel, red and white, all over the ground. This scene was just seen by tchala.

Suddenly, there was an embarrassment in the atmosphere.

”He will be resurrected anyway!” tchala could only comfort himself by saying, ”a king must make a decision... Now killing and destroying the enemy of wakanda is the most important thing. At this time, the necessary sacrifice must be paid! My shoulder can resist the responsibility of wakanda's people and mistakes.”

”A good king should not only be able to shoulder his people, but also bear the consequences of his mistakes. If a person wants to escape the consequences of his actions, he must not be a king. Child, as a king, what I can tell you is - don't be cowardly!”

”We can never guarantee not to hurt anyone. We can say that our decisions will hurt some people, but if we are timid, we can't do anything. This is the responsibility of a king. We are kind, but sometimes you must be firm enough to be cruel!”

Tchala remembered what his father had said to him. He wavered in an instant and became firm again in the blink of an eye.

When techala started, he felt that the current power was incomparably strong. He felt that he could easily destroy himself before moving his fingers, which made him lose some power. He wanted to vent his pent up anger, fear and tyranny. Just in an instant, the destroyer made a slight effort and broke through the sound barrier to ebony throat.

The huge air shock vibrated ebony's throat and made it roll and fly out.

The destroyer loaded with tchala's soul is completely different from the destroyer dealt with by Thor. Instead of being clumsy and slow, it has an unimaginable speed.

The destroyer only stretched out one finger and flicked it. The air at the fingertip was quickly compressed and ejected in a very short time. The traces of white air compression burst, just like the trajectory, penetrated the chest of ebony throat. The blood burst in an instant, and a wound the size of a basketball burst out on ebony throat's body.

But the blood of the wound explosion stopped strangely in the air.

The destroyer looked back in surprise to see if strange had stopped the time, but saw strange shaking his head at him with a blank face, indicating that he didn't do it.

At this time, the wound of ebony throat disappeared instantly.

The destroyer felt something wrong, as if the cause he had just shot had disappeared.

Without ”cause”, the result naturally does not exist.

Everything is interrelated, which is cause and effect, or the basis of determinism. The destroyer points to compressed air, and air compression and expansion causes an air gun. When ebony throat is bombarded and rolled by air shock, the air gun hits him in the chest and causes a huge wound. These linear developments all depend on the interconnection of materials.

Just now, the story line suddenly interrupted.

A key link has disappeared - the compression of air does not have the effect of an air cannon, but the irregular movement of gas molecules around. And this happened in the 'past'.

It has caused a change in the ”now” results.

A man in a tuxedo with a high hat came out from behind ebony throat. He was wearing clothes that fit well in the last century, but now only magicians dress up like this when performing.

Tchara knew that everything that had just happened had something to do with this man.

”Esteban Corazon de Abreu! Ordered by the devil's contract... I want to save the poor man without a nose!” the man in the top hat smiled. He took off his white gloves and put them on his hands, looking polite.

”Hungarian devil, devil warlock... Black devil!” strange said with a heavy face.