Chapter 1099 I Need You

"Is this complete?" Michaelella asked aloud, looking at Morea, who is now very similar to Hades, the king of the underworld.

"It's almost, I can only do this step now." Morea adapted to his current body.

The ghosts of the past had no specific form and could change into any shape. But now, Moreya has turned the fictitious into reality, allowing himself to have this fixed body, and there will be no major changes in the form.

Compared with the previous ghost form, Morea now has the form of death power, which can be called a leap in melee combat.

Before ghosts were not suitable for melee combat, or simply not suitable for single combat, but now this situation has been fundamentally changed.

Moreya promises that he can use his current form and Yan Mo's form to make an equal share, at least not fall behind.

"It's just an appearance." After carefully looking at Morea's current form, Michaelela judged.

"I just changed the nature of my power. After all, I haven't been involved too much in the law of death. It's not bad to be able to do this now." Morea, who felt a little embarrassed, defended herself.

"What you really changed is the body of the titan that you created with your source power." Migalera hit the nail on the head, and Moreya's current appearance is just an appearance, and it's useless.

"Almost!" Morea knew that his body in this form was actually the body of a skeleton. It didn't seem to be much different from a lich, but its essence was completely different.

As for his current form, which is similar to Hades, the Hades, it is just a beautification effect he made on the basis of his skeleton with death energy.

"You now have four different powers of the Seven Calamities Demon God. You have changed two of them. What do you think about the other two?"

"Change everything." Morea returned to human form. He didn't like death form, he preferred living creatures full of vitality.

"Then how do you plan to change it?"

"The other two powers are wind and earth. Wind, needless to say, this is what I am good at. Earth is similar to death. If I dabble a little, I can change it."

"Well, so you still plan to toss out a new form of the wind giant?"

"No, this is unnecessary. In terms of form, I plan to refer to the giant beast Feng Wangying and Lu Huang Turtle."

"Two more infinitely weakened and reduced versions of the beasts of the world? Are you okay?" Michaelela made no secret of his doubts, "You just referenced yourself, so you were able to shape a pair of Titans. , but how much do you know about Feng Wangying and Lu Huanggui?"

"I have a Phoenix Eagle under the castle of Erathia's world residence. Do you still ask me if I understand?"

"Although that one is very close to you, you haven't really communicated with it a few times, right? Lu Huang Turtle, let alone one, I know that your Titans have one, but you have nothing to do with that one. Does it matter?"

"Cough, it doesn't matter if I don't understand, I just know what they look like. I only need to imitate one shape now, and I can almost look at it. I will look at it later."

"Then do whatever you want. Anyway, the source power is in your hands. If you don't feel bad about it, then I have nothing to say."

"Who said I don't feel bad? I feel bad,

But there is no way, this is a necessary investment in the early stage. "Muria confided his feelings to his wife.

The source power, the power of the world's origin, no one exists too much, because it is too convenient to use, and almost everything the user imagines can be realized. If it can't be realized, then the amount of source power must be insufficient.

"It's your own choice." Seeing Morea, who was still cheap and good-looking, Migalela said with a blank expression.

She knew that if Morea's premeditated plan was successful, then what he got would not be measurable by one drop or two, it would be thousands of times of huge profits.

"You can toss yourself slowly, I'll go to practice first." Migalela said it was impossible not to be envious of Morea's current experience.

In the eyes of Michaelella, who had almost reached the ceiling of his life level at birth, everything that mortals desire is quite boring and meaningless.

But as a living being, Michaelella always desires, but most of what she wants is not understood by mortals.

Just like the immortals mentioned in the myths and legends of Moria's previous life, in the eyes of mortals, immortals do not eat human fireworks.

But are immortals really wanting nothing? I'm afraid that's not necessarily true, but the things that the immortals seek are basically invisible to mortals, and mortals have no chance to touch them at all.

But one thing is certain, strength is the common pursuit of almost all creatures, and no one will refuse to become stronger, and Michaelella is no exception.

But it is a pity that Michaelella can't go to collect the power of the epic, because she has not crossed the threshold between the legend and the epic. Now, if she runs to snatch the power of an epic, she will basically be backlashed. She is not good enough. Even if an epic falls, it is an epic.

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"What the hell is going on? Why do I feel this way? It's simply a rebellion!"

The young Eric was lying on his bed, thinking over and over again, and his mood became more and more frightened as he thought, "No, I'm not a rebel, I'm just looking for death. How can I have this kind of thought to your Majesty?"

"what!!!"

The young man lay on the bed, buried his face in the dark quilt, and then let out a low roar, venting his depressed and dull emotions.

The reason for his emotions started ten days ago. Because he fought bravely in the frontline battlefield, he made great achievements in battle, so he was promoted to rank.

No matter which soldier in the Kingdom of Blazing Heaven is concerned, this is something that can be enjoyed for three days and three nights. At that time, Eric was also very excited. When he learned that he could enter the imperial capital to meet the king At that time, he was even more excited.

He is only a small low-level officer, and he usually has no chance to meet the supreme ruler of the empire, but this time he was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to be interviewed, which can contain a great element of luck. Although he met with two hundred and ninety-nine colleagues, it was extremely rare.

On the night before his audience with the king, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep, and his spirit was extremely high, but after he saw the supreme commander of the empire with his own eyes, he felt that his nightmare had come.

Because when he saw the majestic king with his own eyes, he found that there were no emotions such as excitement, excitement, awe, etc. in his heart. He only had one feeling, greed, the greed that wanted to swallow everything.

After he suppressed the feeling that rose in his heart, there was a huge fear, because he didn't know why he felt this way.

"I actually want to devour my king, why? How is that possible? Why am I feeling this damned?"

The young Eric groaned on his bed in a broken mood, because he couldn't accept the strange emotions he had towards the king he swore allegiance to.

In the hearts of the vast majority of the male new generation in the Blazing Empire, Morea is their idol. In the army, there are also a large number of Moreya's fanatical admirers, whose fanaticism is almost comparable to the fanatics of the gods.

And Eric's identity positioning label includes the admirer of Morea. He regards Morea as an existence for which he can give his life. However, he has this kind of extreme idea. .

"There's no reason, it's just your body's instinct, and it has nothing to do with you."

At this moment, an elegant and easy-going voice sounded in this independent room, which was standard for low-level officers. A burly and robust figure wearing gorgeous clothes tore a black space gap and appeared in the room.

"Your Majesty!" The young man lying on the bed raised his head in amazement. Wet water marks could still be seen on his face, but he quickly reacted and quickly got off the bed and knelt down on his knees. on the ground.

"I……"

"Needless to say, I know it all." Seeing the little officer who wanted to explain to himself, Morea raised his hand to stop him, with a gentle smile on his face, "Do you have a feeling of wanting to explain to me? The feeling of devouring?"

"..." Eric, who was kneeling on the ground, lowered his head and remained silent, but his body was trembling slightly, and pea-sized sweat was constantly seeping from her skin.

Morea didn't urge him, just stared at him with a smile, and under such stares, Eric finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he said with a trembling voice, "Yes."

"Don't panic, and don't feel guilty about it, because when I saw you, I felt the same way as you." Morea still had a warm smile on her face, with the majesty and calmness that a king should have. .

Hearing Morea's words, the little officer Eric's body trembled even more, because he didn't know what kind of response he should make at this time.

"But the feeling I want to devour you is not as strong as yours, and it can even be said to be so weak that I can ignore it, because your strength is too weak."

Morea whispered, and his mood was actually a little complicated at this time. Because the beings carrying an epic power he didn't master were his subordinates. Fortunately, however, he had envisaged such a possibility.

"So you still need to get stronger as soon as possible, because I need your strength." Morea's eyes stared at the little officer kneeling on the ground and made his appeal.

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