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Forty-seven is indeed angry now. Now he can even see Melganis's grin on his vision processor - He didn't think it was an illusion, because as a machine man, his analytical ability was so high that he could almost ignore the analysis itself, and the magic of confusion had never had an effect on Forty-Seven, even if he used his knees to process information, not many people could fool him with the magic of confusion, once the central processing unit determined that it was real, then Forty-Seven firmly believed that it was real, and Melganis, the BBQ devil who loved to barbecue, must be lurking inside him now, although he didn't know why this bastard was still haunted。

The current situation seems to be because Melganis's flesh and blood have long been fused with Forty-Seven, and his mind is directly connected to Forty-Seven's neural circuits, and he is relentlessly fighting with Forty-Seven for control of his body - which is why the nano-disturbance virus is more of a headache for him than space homing missiles in many cases.

There was no anti-virus system - Forty-Seven pondered, Melganis hovered and howled, mixed with countless demonic thoughts and negative feelings, and hit Forty-Seven's mental defenses wave after wave, trying to confuse his mind and make his mind dull, as annoying as those ** pages that never stop popping up—but once filtered, those pages were still valuable in their own right.

For a moment, the situation was balanced like a sword of Damocles. The demonized elves stopped all their movements because they were not given orders, the floating machines were temporarily inactive because their commanders didn't know what they were going crazy again, the elves were no longer able to do anything decent, and the only powerful Eldris was ready to help her people as much as possible.

The focus was all on Forty-Seven - and the darkening black hole in front of him.

It's been a long time since Forty-Seven has looked at himself in such detail.

The miniature war in his body was still in full swing, but from another angle, the scale was no less than the bloody battle on the Abyss Plains. Forty-seven seemed to fall back into that illusory state of being out of the steel shell, like an all-knowing and all-powerful god observing the entire Shura battlefield.

Steel is as solid as a rock, but flesh and blood are endless—they fight in front of each other, up and down, left and right, and no one can help the other, and this kind of stalemate is quite unpleasant.

Forty-seven suddenly found a new force. They are a faint phantom wrapped in the boundless black flames, which seem to have disappeared as dust and are insignificant, but only when they are noticed, the surging energy bursts out irrepressibly, and the pure light and heat cannot be concealed by either purgatory or the power of the core, they are more and more under the deliberate search of Forty-Seven, and they are getting brighter and brighter, at first they are just lightning bolts in the black-red flame clouds, and then they have become suns......

"What's the matter, where are those demons and demons?" Dagulas looked at the magic crystal screen, and couldn't see anything clearly on it, "Even if the devils are cautious about entering the main material realm, those demons shouldn't give up this rare opportunity to kill!"

Dagulas was so unhappy with the fact that the plan didn't change so quickly that she ignored the slightest heat emanating from the magic crystal screen.

Forty-seven finally made a move. He raised his right hand and clenched his fist. The metal fingers made a piercing sound of rubbing against each other, and a small flame thunder faintly flashed.

Melganis was still howling - but at the moment, it was as refreshing as listening to the Transformers theme song at high speed.

If he had known that the Divine Power Scroll contained such great power, would Old Billy have willingly given it away? If he had looked at himself inwardly like a martial arts master because he was bored earlier, maybe this power would have helped him become the most deformed galactic battleship in this world.

The others had no way of knowing the changes in Forty-Seven's body, but the demonized elves had obviously settled down, and they began to be less hesitant, and their movements were much more relaxed, shaking their ears or licking their fingers, completely like predators.

It's game over. Forty-seven let the purgatory flesh and blood in his body wail and burn in the real purgatory, if this guy still can't die, wait until the immediate trouble is solved and then clean him up, even if he rips off the last inch of flesh, he will let this bastard devil die so that he can't die anymore.

Before that, looking up at the floating flying machine, Forty-Seven decided to knock this damn thing down first, and kill the nasty glasses girl who somehow ran out and was doing some serious nonsense, and then- only then.

The beast on the muzzle of the cannon became more and more hideous, and the ability gathered in the barrel of the beast's mouth became more and more fierce and domineering. Now, even the process of charging has become extremely short and high-speed, almost to the point where you can raise your hand and use it after the transformation is complete.

"See you again......" The temperature soared with a hollow voice coming from nowhere.

Forty-seven fiercely turned his gaze to the gap in the space on the ground.

"Everyone, get out!" Eldris shouted, and before she could even give her command, the demonic elves were already eager to climb the stone wall.

The ground is starting to heat up - no, it's melting. A few elves who had fallen to the ground emitted a pungent scorching stench, and they quickly turned into a pile of smoking charcoal.

The glow of the Protective Flame flickered two or three times in quick succession, covering as many elves as possible, followed by various support or protective spells—Eldris used all her might, flying back as she could, trying to stop the invisible heat as much as possible.

The magic crystal screen in front of Dagulas also melted. Not broken, but dissolved like a syrup on a red-hot stove—her eyes were horrified, more fanatical, but not mad. The floating vehicle rises at full speed while emitting a large number of dissociation rays to disintegrate the rock formations on its head.

"I've been obsessed with the mess of demonic purgatory all day, and I've finally got something amazing...... How does this end? The red-robed female mage still seemed to be very calm, and she didn't even forget to ridicule her, and I don't know if Forty-Seven had told her about it-Green @ Color#小¥ said& Net - Idle floated up and down with the hot smoke cloud, but the construction cannon in her left hand did not dissolve her form: "This is not the Purgatory Iron Lake you like, please go back!"

The Flame Monarch let out a laugh that resembled a volcanic eruption.

"Blood of Phaethon!Give your blood of Phaethon!That power should not belong to you!" The black cloud rolled and pressed towards Forty-Seven, and the dense particles hit him like a storm in the noisy desert, but with great heat: "I will forgive you for your offenses, and even give you the power of the true Black Flame, instead of the nondescript flame you are now! You can sit on my right hand and enjoy the true glory of hell, and the problems that plague you in your body will not be a problem!"

With the voice of the Flame Monarch, Forty-Seven felt Melganis, who had been silent in his body since his appearance, seem to let out a cry of despair.

"Sovereign, Sovereign, I am your faithful servant, please—" Forty-seven shielded him impatiently, for Melganis's pleas for mercy could only echo in his thoughts, and could never be reached to the outside world.

"I don't know what you're talking about by the blood of Phaethon. Although Forty-Seven had a hunch that this was related to the power of that scroll, it was likely that the Flame Monarch was referring to those miniature suns in his body, but he decided to continue to try, and since the core had been lost, if he was taken away by this fire monster again, he would be a petri dish of the power of these guys.

"You don't need to know this!Come on, accept me, I'll take care of it!" The Flame Monarch got closer and closer, almost wrapping up forty-seven.

It turns out that you can't directly take the so-called blood of Phaethon - you still drag it like this when you ask for it, and you don't understand the reason of courtesy, and you still have to be a big devil.

"I'm not interested in trading!" Forty-seven flapped his wings and flew high: "Huoyun Evil God Boss! You better go and honestly absorb those Iron Lake to improve your strength! What kind of elixir do martial arts masters like you still fantasize, beware of eating too much and bursting blood vessels!"

"Stupid choice!" The black clouds instantly enveloped, although they couldn't stop the forty-seven broken clouds from flying, but they made him look like a comet on fire: "You think you can escape? Even if I weaken a little in the main material realm, it will be enough to capture you back to hell! You will experience the true meaning of pain in the flames for thousands of years!"

"Keep climbing. The red-robed female mage coldly warned.

"So I won't see it!" Dagulas protested.

"Unless you don't want to see the end. ”

The rising moonlight shone on the high-altitude aircraft, brightening up the floating machinery that seemed to be coated with a layer of soot.

"Wait, wait, that's enough! I'll kill you with one more lever!" Dagulas looked down excitedly after threatening the innocent operator, "I've never seen such a powerful devil! What a magnificent power! I'm afraid that only the speaker can stand calmly in front of him, right?" The flying machine probably only climbed a hundred and ten feet before hovering again, and the red-robed mage exhaled helplessly, if he was not the deputy commander and was in the control room, there was such a crazy commander in the stall, I am afraid that it would be impossible to know how many times he died and how he died.

A demon-like figure rushed up from the gray forest, and then the clouds below boiled like a pot, and a few bits of starlight rose from it, and the figure turned left and right, as if avoiding the starlight, and then the entire steaming cloud and mist rotated rapidly, forming a black demon god that almost wanted to engulf the sky.

In the eyes of the elves and paladins who fled to the ground of the Hell Gate Fortress, the situation was different. The black stone castle slowly collapsed, the earth heat was terrifying, and the nearby water was steaming by the geoheat, and wisps of foul-smelling steam came out - as Forty-Seven flew out, the black clouds like volcanic eruptions instantly engulfed the Hell Gate Fort, forming a huge pillar of smoke that reached the sky, and the withered trees and branches around the castle burned in an instant, because the temperature in the air had reached the ignition point!

Even the demonic elves were a little overwhelmed, but surprisingly, the old paladin seemed to be a little different in this hellish heatwave, and he looked more and more energetic - the old form faded from him, and the eyes that looked at the black clouds were filled with pure holy power, but because they were so shocked and confused, this change did not even notice Milia who was supporting him.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the third chapter of the burning jungle of the forty-third round of the Flame Monarch address is.