Chapter 363

In Yat's body, the core of the system formed by bad luck is also constantly shaking.

[warning, insufficient host privilege level, penetration denied. 】

[command interception failure, will lose the core control right]

[judgment and processing mode selection -

[compromise and obey, avoid the compulsory transfer of core control. 】

processing information one after another flows through the core of the system. The system that originally refused to obey due to the lack of Yat's hierarchical authority changed its action mode.

Countless black, ominous chains of doom shoot from the core of the system, wrapping the whole world of magic.

Murdoch looked with some consternation at the black chains around the world.

A strong sense of uneasiness permeated his mind.

Transfer!

Without further hesitation, he took out a round ball shaped emblem and squeezed it vigorously, and the force penetrated into it.

However, nothing happened.

The move to "game country" cannot be carried out.

The chains of doom have sealed off the world, and countless black chains have tightly sealed the rule corridor. Moduta has been sealed inside.

Moreover, I don't know when, his game state transfer props are also bound by bad luck.

Where did these bad luck come from?

Mordo's mind came up with this doubt, and the next moment the doubt appeared, he responded to it --

these bad luck originated from his innate fortune as the creator who created the world.

A ball of white, black, and colorless regular forces.

The power of fortune, misfortune and destiny.

As the source of fortune and doom in the world of magic, these fortunes can control the fate and doom of the whole world. However, because he did not create the world from scratch, but created the world by combining the foundation stones of the world, he did not have enough control over the innate fortune. This innate fortune was only held by him and could not be controlled and used freely.

Even with the slate of fate for detailed control, he can not completely control - less than seven levels, less than the rule level, can not completely control.

However, it was this kind of luck that he put in his body at ordinary times, except that he could barely control some congenital fortune through the stone tablet of fate. He did not know why, and suddenly moved up.

In the sphere, the forces of Qi and destiny did not move, while those black misfortunes seemed to be manipulated by something. They were forced to drill out of the sphere condensed by congenital fortune and condensed into the shape of bird's head. Nearly a hundred crows' heads were like chains, which entangled the props in his hands and blocked its power.

"How could it be?"

Mo Du's face is dignified, trying to use the creator's identity and authority to control the group's innate fortune and control the bad luck.

When he intervened with his creator's identity, the luck and the force of fate responded, appeared in accordance with his instructions and made slow movements, and the bad luck, after a short pause, also appeared in action.

"Effective!"

Don't be happy in your heart, but the next moment, these bad luck will be reversed again.

One of the bad luck crows turned his head and looked at modu. It was not life and should not be conscious of bad luck. In the empty eyes, hostility appeared.

A strong sense of palpitation came, and Mo Du did not tangle with the props in his hand. His reason told him that he could not release the bad luck from the control of the transferred props in a short time. It was an unwise choice to hold the props again.

Inspired by the power of soul and faith, and inspired by the hem of grey robe, the huge power of faith gathered around him:

"fragmented!"

A line of rules in the corridor of rules lights up, and the power of belief changes with the command of the curse under the effect of rules. It attacks the head of the bad luck crow in the form of split mantra.

The heads of hundreds of bad luck crows swayed, throwing hard at the split mantra formed by the power of faith.

Boom -

it is similar to the wave of metal cross attack, which spreads out instantly and covers the whole regular corridor.

In the first cross hit, the split mantra is directly broken by the crow's head, which is congenitally doomed.

As the power of rules, it wins in the confrontation with the power of faith.

But.

Buzzing -

an inexhaustible force of faith converged from all over the world and poured into the rule corridor. As a backup force, under the control of Mordo, it again competed with the head of doom.

At this moment, art is in a strange state -

it seems that his whole body has been scattered.

In every corner of the world of magic, bad luck became a part of his body.

He has innumerable perspectives -

the body seems to have become innumerable.Subconsciously, not used to this kind of perspective, Yat came up with the idea of gathering his body --

in a moment, all the bad luck in the whole world changed.

The forces of misfortune come out from all over the world and gather around Yate.

Even the inherent doom of the magic spell world in the rule cloister also changed. Nearly a hundred bad luck crows looked at Yat's position, and bound the body of the transferred prop, which was slightly loosened.

"Good chance!"

Modu took advantage of this opportunity to control the power of faith and launched an attack -

under the rule transformation of the rule corridor, the huge power of faith condensed into nearly a hundred different attack charms with the swing of his arm, attacking those crows.

His aim is to attack the bad luck crows, let them loose their shackles, get the transfer props, and transfer to the "game country" to the organization Hall of the game country for protection.

I don't know what the situation is, but it's probably related to the invasion of the devil.

The crow head, who has gathered ideas because of art's ideas, is struck by a spell because of distraction.

With an ominous wail, nearly a hundred crows' heads were defeated in half, the force of doom was broken, and the transfer prop also untied some shackles.

His eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and Mo Du used all his strength to control the power of belief, and he would seize the transfer prop.

However, he failed.

Because -

at the moment when the head of the bad luck crow is attacked, art has already sensed it.

Although the connection is weaker than other bad luck, Yat can feel that the special doom is under attack in the rule corridor.

He is using skills -

"transfiguration · crow commander --"

[transfiguration · crow leader LV7:

passive · crow Legion: for every 1000 crow servants, his total attribute increases by 1% (+ 0.5x%).

Active: become a crow leader and increase all attributes by 50%. All attributes of crow minions increased by 1%, 10% and 15% (+ X%) (when there were 100, 1000 and 10000 crow servants respectively) 】

att used metamorphosis.

The power consumed is not spiritual, it is the force of doom.

The forces of doom gathered together, under his control, as the material of change, gathered with his noumenon.

This wonderful feeling, like the body seems to be trapped in some kind of turbid liquid.

The ominous, black force gradually condenses into substance, forming a bird skull similar to a triangular cone.

The forces of doom come together, clinging to the newly formed skull, forming flesh and blood.

Then there are tissues and skin. The forces of doom are constantly entangled, twisted and deformed, spreading like real flesh and blood tissue, forming the body of doom.

The forces of doom make up new muscles, bones, viscera, skins and feathers.

Yat became a huge crow with a body length of more than 100 meters and a wingspan of nearly 300 meters.

At the end of the change, art's eyes turned to the rule corridor.

With the head of the bad luck crow as the anchor point, the giant crow commander waved his wings.

The dark, like the cloud of doom, which was constantly stirring, dyed the whole sky black, tore a piece of space, and got into it.

Almost instantaneously, Murdoch's palpitations rose to the limit.

He stopped moving forward and immediately stepped back.

When he made this judgment and retreated nearly 100 meters in less than half a second, he saw a huge space crack torn open.

A huge black crow, 100 meters long, emerged from the cracks in the space.

Ominous, calamity,

this crow seems to be the misfortune itself and the misfortune itself.

The moment he saw the giant crow, he thought like this.

Every feather dropped from this crow will become a small crow, and then flapping its wings to fly back to the body of the giant crow, and then become feathers attached to it again.

It's all about bad luck.

"Seventh level creature

Mordo made such a judgment when he was frightened by bad luck.

It's impossible to fight.

"My Lord! who are you!? I am a member of "gamers"...

when he knew that he couldn't fight back, Mordo tried to take out the power of the "gamer" organization as a bargaining chip to talk and reduce the danger.

But art didn't listen to what he said.

The claws of doom rise and fall.

In Mo Du's astonished eyes, holding him in one paw was like catching a bug."My Lord! I am - "

Murdo, who is shrouded in a strong force of bad luck, stops suddenly, as if trapped in a quagmire, and countless kinds of bad luck appear in my mind.

He did not cross at all, still is a game house with no strength to tie a chicken.

The betrayal leads to the loss of everything.

People who value death.

All kinds of unexpected disasters....

tens of millions, hundreds of millions of unfortunate future, in a flash, filled his mind, making his thinking stagnant.

In such a situation, art controlled the bad luck and wiped out Mordo's consciousness.

Then, the noumenon was transferred to modu's body.

The body of the crow leader collapsed and poured into the body of modu, and poured into the core area of modu's belief essence.

"Let me borrow your identity."

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