Steel Armor City

Strogg is still evaluating the danger of this space, and there is a sudden change in front of him.

A “stick” sticks out of the smoke. There is a net on the head of the stick. The small net pocket rotates to enclose the bug, and when it is collected, the thin line formed by the dense fog is better than the knife. forcibly cut the bug into a turbulent flow of energy and disappeared into the air. The net formed by dense fog can even kill energy creatures? Strogg looked a little surprised. But from past experience, there is nothing impossible. Every virtual space has its own rules. In these spaces, there are only unexpected and nothing impossible.

“Don’t feed the insect easily!” A familiar voice appeared in the smoke. A cloud of smoke squeezed from the thick fog and stood in front of Strogg. This thick fog has eyes and hair, and looks like a middle age person, holding a scepter in his hand. The scepter, like the body, is also a cloud of smoke.

Is this Tirathmis or who?

But even though it has become a dense fog and has the appearance of a smoky figure sculpture, this Tirathemis has some distinctive majesty.

“His Royal Highness Tirathmis!” Strogg was overjoyed.

“Don’t feed insects lightly! Insects have a common feature, that is, the offensive for the same food is far stronger than the offensive for things it doesn’t know! You feed one, it can digest food, If you don’t die, other insects will come together and attack. At that time, I’m afraid you can’t get out even if you want to run.”

“Your Majesty! This is not the time to talk about this issue!…” Stro Ge anxiously exclaimed. Strogg didn’t know if it was Lin Xinyan’s body, but Lin Xinyan must be in this space. Strogg was able to track Lin Xinyan’s consciousness. His consciousness of calling Lin Xinyan at first was immediately thrown into this space, then Lin Xinyan must be in this space, and the sniffer on Lin Xinyan’s arm is still spreading, and there is still the consciousness of a madman as a scorching sun. Every night, I don’t know what kind of changes will happen. Now it’s not with Tiras. When Themis recounted the old days!

“What’s the hurry!?” Tirathmis shouted.

“His Royal Highness?!” Strogg was a little confused. In his impression, Tirathmis was never angry.

“You are all my creations, don’t you have so much confidence in my design?” Tirathmis was a little annoyed.

As soon as these words came out, Strogg was taken aback: “His Royal Highness means…everything is under control?”

“This…not completely Yes.”

“That!” Strogg eagerly moved forward and grabbed Tiratmis by the arm, “Your Highness! It’s urgent. If something goes wrong with His Highness Holy Son, it’s Big event!…” With a grasp, Tirathmis’s body was completely intangible, and all he caught with his hands turned out to be smoke. Tirathmis didn’t care about his offense, turned around and recovered his arm, and then patted him on his shoulder, saying: “don’t be impatient! I created you. Did I only teach you to fight? Angels.” The name, it’s not a fight team!”

Tirathemis’s hands were also made of smoke, but the strange thing is that he slapped Strogg on his shoulder, but he patted with his real arm. The feeling on the body is the same.

“Of course, fighting is most likely to require fighting, but if the purpose of fighting cannot be achieved, can the way of fighting be changed? Humph, as long as you win, you can still have the means to win. Any other way!” Tirathmis said.

Strogg was a little confused.

Tirathemis seems to be able to see Strogg’s problem, and said: “Hehe, the space here is created by me, no, even with the scorching sun and sniffing to accommodate him The shell of the device is all created by me. As long as I control the Time Flow Speed ​​in this space and in the sniffer space, the time will stop in this brief moment, even if he wants to do something,…he needs to know first. Time slows down, right? After all, in the space he is in, time is an important dimension anyway, but he must be able to know it.”

“I see!” Roger’s eyes lit up.

Tirathemis nodded: “Hey, that’s right, this is my guardian! Do you know why my guardian is stronger than the guardian of other nodes? That is Because they have always been smart Little Brat!” Tirathmis showed a smug look, but only showed up for a second and said: “But! If you want things to have results, it’s not time that can control it. Because time can slow down some things, but it can’t prevent certain results from appearing……. So, the result is that you need to help Holy Son to defeat the opponent!”

“That’s not the need to follow the scorching sun Fight?”

Tirathemis stared, and gave Strogg a stick in the head. Tirathmis’s stick was hit in consciousness, and Strogg gnawed his teeth with pain. “All said, fighting is not necessarily fighting!” Mentioned Temis and got angry again. It seems that the Avatar created by Tirathmis didn’t put anything else in it, and let his little temper.

“Then… Your Highness! How do I need to defeat him?” Strogg didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. Don’t let fights, then how can you defeat the lunatic Lie Sun?

“1st Step, race! 2nd Step, let him penetrate into your body in the vagus part of Holy Son. Third Step, control him in your body!” Tiratmis said. Seeing Strogg still did not understand, Tirathemis reached out and attached his hand to Strogg’s ear and whispered in a low voice.

Finally, patted Strogg’s shoulder, and said: “If you do this, there should be no problem. There is a problem. You have to rely on the freedom of your will when you do it. Do, don’t let His Highness Holy Son be able to guess your thoughts, and you must keep a certain distance from His Highness Holy Son’s consciousness. The place where you stand now is actually the boundary space between the handle and the sniffer I pre-made, But the battlefield you are going to enter is completely inside the sniffer. Now the sniffer is inside the body of His Royal Highness Holy Son, Holy Son’s consciousness can think of, and the scorching sun inside the sniffer can also be felt. If he can feel it, he will most likely avoid the trap you set, and your probability of capturing him will be greatly reduced. Remember.”

Strogg nodded. He was about to move forward, but remembered a question, turned his head and asked, “Then…If he enters my body, will I be controlled by him? In that case, didn’t he still achieve his goal?”

Tirathemis smiled slightly and said: “This is not a problem. When he enters your body, you will know what is going on, because once he enters your body, That’s your home court.”

Strogg is half superstitious. What is meant by “Entering your body, that is your home court?” Does this need to pull the sun back into Strogg’s body?

But at this point, Tirathmis stopped talking, and Strogue understood that the rest of the matter was on his own. The gods of aloof and remote were usually unable to speak. To be too clear will make the performer lose creativity. Tirathmis’s whispered speech just now is a special case of the special case, and he can’t let him talk in detail. Thinking of this, Strogues simply faced Tirathmis nodded with certainty, and then stepped into the thick fog without looking back.