Justin Howard - Resurrection Patriarch

You mortals don't know the power of the Great Flake at all, haha, today I will let you know what the power of the Demon King is

As soon as the voice fell, the world in front of him suddenly changed.

From a lava hell environment to a spooky haunted labyrinth-like environment.

Pang Bing was neither sad nor happy in his heart. He had hatred and anger, but he did not have the slightest fear. He did not move his position in line with the purpose of keeping the same and responding to all changes. But just because he didn't move didn't mean Flake couldn't take the initiative.

As a nightmare that feeds on fear, once the target cannot generate fear, it is really difficult for Flake to hurt the opponent, unless he shows his true body to attack him head-on.

Flake hadn't gotten to that point yet.

Just as Pang Bing was on guard, an iron claw covered with rust and blood suddenly appeared behind him.

laugh!

Although Pang Bing sensed the sound of the wind behind him and ducked forward in time, he was still scratched on the shoulder, and a piece of clothing was taken away by the iron claw, leaving a bloodstain several inches long.

However, the attacked Pang Bing also seized the opportunity to fight back. The gun in his hand banged twice, and both bullets hit Flake who appeared.

Fleck didn't seem to be trying to avoid it. There was no blood flowing out of the bullet when it hit it. The two bullet holes squirmed for a while, and they saw two twisted warheads being squeezed out. Look at Fleck's wound. He recovered quickly, with no wounds at all.

hey hey hey! I'm the undead Demon Lord Flake, how could I be killed by your little pistol?

In fact, the young Flake still used the illusion to attack Pang Bing, but Pang Bing thought it was the body, so he was hurt.

Thinking of this, Flake couldn't help but feel proud. Even a human warrior with firm will and strong combat power would be tortured to death by his false attack.

Although the human sheriff in front of him is powerful and has seen through some of the limitations of his abilities, he is still unable to participate in Flake's methods.

After being attacked several times in succession, Pang Bing's body was soon in rags like a beggar, with many scars. Although the injuries were not serious, Pang Bing felt that his physical strength was draining.

Maybe he won't have the strength to resist if he can't hold on for two hours.

This was not the result Pang Bing wanted.

The pistol had proved completely ineffective against Flake, and he wanted a weapon that could hurt Flake more and more.

Strong thoughts make miraculous changes occur.

I saw that the gun in his hand suddenly melted, and then, in Pang Bing's surprise and Flake's bad thoughts, it turned into a black iron thorn more than one foot long, a blue iron thorn. A black light appeared faintly above, and an ominous aura emerged from above the iron thorns.

This is?

Pang Bing felt that this weapon was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

However, when I think that I want a weapon that can hurt Flake, the gun in my hand becomes like this, so doesn't it mean that this is the world of dreams, and in the world of consciousness like dreams, it is not only the devil Flake , even human beings can do what they want?

Although Pang Bing's memory of the time before the time-travel is very vague, the memory of the previous 30 years is still there. It is not that he has not seen it, especially the crime category. Even though I haven't seen many works involving magic, I can learn a lot of various information from the mouths of young colleagues around me and on the Internet. I have never eaten pork and seen a pig run.

Soon he came up with the basic theory about the dream world in a Hollywood movie.

Then I imagined in my heart that a bun appeared in my hand, and then the bun turned into a half brick.

Ha ha! I see

Pang Bing laughed excitedly and threw the bricks towards Flake.

Fleck didn't dodge, but a shield appeared in his hand, blocking the bricks, and then an old-fashioned machine gun appeared again, and it shot at Pang Bing.

But at this time, Pang Bing had already understood the basic rules of this dream, and some things in reality could be imagined in the dream.

In the same way, the more familiar existences in consciousness are, the easier it is to fantasize.

Pang Bing fantasized about the bullet time scene in a certain movie, and suddenly his body seemed to be flexibly free from gravity, and he made a few exaggerated poses to avoid all the bullets shot from the opposite side.

Then Fleck and Pang Bing took turns imagining various weapons and armors, and even fighter jets appeared at the end, but unfortunately they were still shot down by the Gundam imagined by Pang Bing.

Seeing that the modern weapons and fighting machines embodied by Fleck seemed to be of the varieties before the 1980s, Pang Bing immediately guessed that because the other party died in the 1970s, he had no memory of those high-tech weapons in the future. Naturally it is impossible to imagine.

And although he hasn't seen any cartoons, he still knows the images of some classic black technology creations. Now the Gundam and the steel armor in the old rice movies make all the means of Nightmare almost ineffective.

damn mortal

Flake was really annoyed at this time, and couldn't help but feel a little bit of fear for the mortal in front of him.

Chapter 115 - The Death of Flake

Even the aircraft carrier fleet of the United States, which is called the world hegemony by roaming the world, can't help the humanoid robot of the other side. This is completely beyond its imagination. Is the current United States not the world hegemon in its memory?

Or is it necessary to use and weapons to defeat each other in this fantasy battle?

But Flake, as an illiterate perverted murderer who hasn't gone to school for a few days, a demon who hasn't been to elementary school, doesn't know what weapons are like. He just heard some news on the radio and TV, and he knows this Just words.

It doesn't even know how to imagine it, so schooling is still important.

The robot on the other side is actually not afraid of Flake. As long as the things he imagined are false, it will not hurt the nightmare of playing with illusions at all.

What it is afraid of is the iron thorn weapon in the opponent's hand, which the opponent really holds in the hand in reality, and the replica that manifests in the dream fully possesses the power in reality.

Although the body of the nightmare demon is immune to all ordinary physical attacks, it is not immune to this magical weapon with what seems to be the dark side of the undead.

Because of being hit by this magical weapon, even if the illusion is damaged, it will also affect its own body.

Seeing that there were no new technological weapons on the opposite side to attack, Pang Bing knew that his chance to break the game was coming, and he sneered:

That's it? And what is the devil? I think you should be just the most inconspicuous and humble little devil in hell. You don't even have the qualification to lick the devil's toes when you see the real devil.

This remark instantly caused an evil fire to rise in the heart of Flake, who claimed to be a generation demon king.

How can its ambitions and desires be understood by a mere mortal? Isn't it enduring humiliation and being a small child under Klein and Anita just to be able to turn over as a serf and sing and become a real demon king?

Moreover, it also has the power of the sacred relic left by the God of Harvest. Killing a mortal is effortless at all. Unfortunately, it fails to absorb fear from the other party and increase his own strength, which makes Flake inevitably disappointed.