The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 174

[Article 174]

It’s nothing, but it will be fatal to the person kneeling there, and it can be slapped into flesh in the blink of an eye.

Wu Yangyang’s head was almost invisible, and it even spiraled up the steps condensed by frost.

They couldn’t raise their heads, but they could feel the shadow cast above them. Many people were shaking like chaff, tears streaming down their cheeks, and they closed their eyes in despair, waiting for the blow from above.

“Don’t–” someone shouted in a trembling voice, and his voice was almost broken, with a cry full of fear.

“Please…”

“Then… I beg you…”

Osvid’s body slammed heavily on the ice, and cracks quickly spread around the place he hit, making a “click” Beep softly.

At that moment, Kevin raised his hand and propped it up sharply, supporting the huge dome of the temple with one arm.

As soon as he retracted his fingers, he heard the continuous cracking sound of the entire frost dome, and finally failed to withstand the heavy pressure and shattered into powder.

A large cloud-like thick snow mist spread out overhead, and the temperature dropped even lower again.

After the giant beast Sirius fell to the ground, he never got up again.

He was twitching all over, lying on his side, his claws curled together, as if he wanted to grab the position of his heart.

His eyes were closed, his brows creased, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.

No one could know how excruciating the feeling was, except Osvid himself.

He didn’t even know what was going on with him. He only felt that a huge air flow filled his blood vessels, and the walls of the blood vessels were so thin and transparent that they bulged out from under the flesh, as if the skin had been filled with air. One more sip and it will completely open.

Every blood vessel in his body was swollen and hot, as if the fire was burning.

It’s not his illusion, it’s real.

Osvid’s whole body exuded scalding heat, as if it had evaporated from the surface of the boiling water, and splashed on the skin of the soldiers closest to him, instantly scalding red.

Those soldiers couldn’t help but twitch their fingers, not to mention himself.

The ice surface lying under him was covered by his overheated body temperature and had a tendency to melt, and gradually accumulated water flowed to the side along the ice surface. Potholes.

What was even more surprising was that a little spark appeared on the snow-white fur of the giant beast, like the edge of a piece of paper that had been scorched by fire.

Finally, with the long howl of the giant beast mixed with pain and anger, the ruins of the temple were shaken and shivered.

The blood-soaked Sirius suddenly burst into flames, and the whole body burned.

Half of his body was covered with snow-white fur, and the other half was soaked with blood. At this time, he was set off by the golden red firelight, and he had a tragic and holy temperament, which was a little different from before.

The giant beast’s eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, staring at Mello fearlessly, even some indescribable ridicule.

He slapped the ice with his paw, and suddenly, a fire dragon rushed out and roared straight towards Mello.

“Give you a slot, otherwise you won’t even be eligible to fight.” Melo moved his footsteps, let the fire dragon open, and said slowly.

There was an indescribable arrogance and contempt in his indifferent tone.

The meaning of this is as if the heart was pinched just now because he deliberately wanted to lose once.

Why?

Melo, who doesn’t feel at ease if he doesn’t climb to the top, and doesn’t clear up all threats, would never do something like “offering someone to give him one, just to not appear so unequal”. .

This is so unlike him…

Osvid has doubts in his heart, but he doesn’t have the time to spend with him.

He saw the Great Elder and Xenia bound by the long green vines, and then swept the crowd behind him who had no resistance. The huge body jumped suddenly, and rushed towards Mello along with the leaping fire dragon.

The moment he pressed against Mello, he said in a sarcastic tone: “Only? Don’t be kidding, even if you put all your identities in your pocket, you will never be called a only!”

He took advantage of Mello to let him go, and shot a fire dragon again, heading straight for those pale green vines.

The thorns on the long vine were scorched by the flames, as if they were afraid of being scalded, and instantly curled up.

The first elder and Xinnia, who were bound in it, lay down on the ground softly, looking dry and lifeless.

Osvid roared angrily, knocked Melo away, and jumped in front of the old man and the young man. The moment he landed, his figure stretched and changed in the flames, and changed from the appearance of a Sirius back to a human form.

He picked up Xinnia and put the elder on his back.

Melo raised her hand and was about to stop it when a