Chapter 872: The Law of Imitation (Page 1/1)

"What courage is commendable!, how dare you challenge me in the world of blood with a broken body!" The Count's clothes burst behind his back, and a pair of blood-colored wings spread out behind him.

"Sure enough, no matter how the blood clan evolves, it can't change the essence of bats. The giant raised his right foot as he spoke, and stomped hard at the Count on the ground. Even though it had lost many parts of its body, it was still a huge presence relative to the Count.

"Think about how you survive in the world of blood first, and then taunt others!" the Count snorted, turning into a blood-colored lightning bolt and lunging towards the giant's supporting feet.

The Count's intention to fight was so obvious, he wanted to take this opportunity to break one of the giant's legs. Without hands, the giant looked like he couldn't defend himself effectively.

Seeing that the Count was about to hit the giant's left foot, a dense stalagmite suddenly appeared at its foot, protecting its left foot tightly.

The Earl sneered, and the blood-colored lightning immediately changed its form, like a blood-colored python, twisting through the gap in the stalagmite, and when it approached the giant's left foot, it turned into the shape of a spear and stabbed it fiercely. The blood-colored spear flashed on the giant's left foot, piercing it in an instant.

"Well, that's not good!" the giant muttered, and his left foot instantly decayed into a cloud of dust like his arms that had been hit by the Blood Demon Light Killing Cannon. The unbalanced giant fell like a collapsing hill towards the reflection of Fort Wicoburg, and there was a violent collision between the two.

"It's an entity!" said the fallen giant after a close encounter with the Wheelburg Reflection, looking at the wall where the Reflection had been knocked down.

"Surprised? I think you can guess that this brand new castle is no longer just a reflection of Wickburg, it's a replica of Wickburg, with all the functions of Wickburg. The Count's figure appeared in front of the giant, fluttering up and down, "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you for allowing me to comprehend the solution to the law of shielding the continent. Until you reach the Magic Gold Sanctuary, you can never imagine how powerful the magic gold Sanctuary is. ”

"Cut~ What's there to brag about, isn't it just the law of imitation?" The giant who fell to the ground didn't care about his embarrassment at all, and said nonchalantly.

"How do you know?" the Count was shocked, he had only just comprehended the law of imitation, how could he be so quickly recognized by the giants?

"Guess?" the giant grinned, not wanting to let the Count know the answer easily.

"The law of imitation has never been comprehended before...... Earl said with a deep look in his eyes.

"Don't put gold on your face, how do you know you haven't been understood?" the giant sneered.

"If anything, there is only one person who has understood a similar rule!" said the Earl, whose eyes flashed and he stared at the giant with a suspicious face, "Is it you?"

"It's true that the Earl, you can guess Krees's body with just such a clue!" the giant smiled.

"Is it really you?" the Count looked at the giant with a mixture of emotions. Kreese has always been his right-hand man. The Earl clearly remembered that after Krees quietly advanced to the Sanctuary, the power of the rules he mastered was imitation.

At that time, Krees, who still admired the Count immensely, imitated all of the Count's abilities vividly by imitating the rules. It can be said that at least half of the credit for the law of imitation that the Count now masters is due to Kreese's rules of imitation.

If it weren't for Speyedel's connections, the Earl believed that with Krees's assistance, he would be able to realize his dream of dominating the continent at least two thousand years ahead of schedule.

Unfortunately, the Count was always a suspicious man, and he could not accept a person who could not be completely controlled to become the person he relied on the most. So Krees and Speyel tragedy in the Earl's suspicions.

"Why not? Krees has been living in the castle, waiting for such an opportunity, a chance to take revenge on you. Now I want to ask you, are you ready to accept the wrath of revenge?" the giant rolled his eyes, and two slender pillars of blood-colored light shot towards the Count.

The Earl dodged the two pillars of light with a roll, looked at the giant in disbelief and said, "Blood Demon Light Killing Cannon?"

"You should be well aware that the rules of imitation were mastered by Kreese two thousand years ago. The giant did not deny the count's speculation, "Now it has evolved into the law of imitation." Isn't it weird to imitate the Blood Demon Light Killing Cannon?"

"Impossible! you're already a ghost, how can you continue to advance?" the Count asked in a mixture of exasperation as the smug skill was imitated.

"Thanks to your ghost wine, in the ghost state, Krees can exist long enough, long enough to wait for a chance to take revenge on you. The giant smiled at the Count, "Thank you to the great Grand Duke Augusta of Bavaria, who gave me this opportunity to take revenge on you." ”

"Ao, Gu, Si, Tower!" said the Earl, gritting his teeth. The giant's words undoubtedly confirm one thing, and that is that all this is always controlled by Augusta's black hand behind the scenes. The tragic deal with Augusta was a stain on the count's heart.

Whenever the Earl thought that Augusta's back-up move was over, Augusta would give him a surprise in an inadvertent place, constantly brushing his presence in front of the Earl, reminding that the Count had been being played with by him.

If it were possible, the Count would have wanted to find Augusta at once to have a life-and-death duel with him, and to wash away his shame with his bloody corpse.

Unfortunately, during the Count's long sleep, the cataclysm left Augusta completely gone. Even after the Count advanced to the Demon Gold Sanctuary, his divine sense could not sense any of Augusta's breath.

The Count had comforted himself more than once that Augusta had long since perished in the curse of the Cataclysm. However, the truth has repeatedly slapped him in the face, and Augusta has been constantly showing his influence in various ways, and even made the Count have the illusion that he can't even fight a dead man.

The name Augusta was hidden in the Count's heart like a curse, and although he had tried his best not to touch the taboo, there were always various accidents that forced him to face this mortal enemy.

"Surprise or not, surprise or not?" the giant let out a burst of almost maniacal laughter, Krees had been waiting for this opportunity for revenge for too long, too long.

"You know what the consequences of angering me are!Krees, don't forget that Augusta was only in the Mithril Sanctuary before!, and can you, poor creature, surpass him?" the Count's eyes were bloodshot.

"We'll see!" the giant replied calmly before adding softly, "Augusta is the Twin Mithril Sanctuary. ”

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