American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers! - Chapter 974: Riven fights 3 evil spirits, Xiao Mo turns into a little lion
American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!
Chapter 974: Riven fights 3 evil spirits, Xiao Mo turns into a little lionChapter 974: Riven fights the three evil spirits, Xiao Mo turns into a little lion
Ignoring the dull pain in his chest, little Mordred kicked the ground hard.
The solid oak floorboards groaned harshly, leaving sharp indentations.
Her figure once again pounced on the ghost that had caused her so much trouble.
"Seek death!"
The ghost sneered scornfully, and its body faded almost to nothingness in an instant, intending to repeat its old trick.
However, this time, when little Mordred rushed in front of the ghost, he did not try to penetrate.
She suddenly lowered her body, her center of gravity dropped like a rock, her bloodstained face turned grim, and she grabbed a chair leg in her hand and hit the other person.
the other side.
The moment the ghost and pumpkin head's attention was attracted by Xiao Mo's actions, Riven's wand had already stabbed out like a poisonous snake.
"All petrified!"
A beam of milky white light as condensed as a substance tore through the smoke and dust, shooting with incredible precision towards the core of the pumpkin head's mask - the source of the two points of scarlet light.
Pumpkinhead reacted very quickly, and its huge pumpkin head suddenly tilted to the side.
The petrifying beam grazed the edge of his jack-o'-lantern and struck a decorative armored knight statue behind it.
"Crack!"
The statue was instantly covered from head to toe with a layer of stiff lime.
Although he avoided the core, the powerful magical impact brought by the light beam passing by made the light of the pumpkin lantern flicker violently, like a light bulb with poor contact, and his subsequent attacks were forcibly interrupted.
"Damn witch!"
The goblin finally couldn't hold back any longer.
It had been lurking in the shadow of the door frame, and now it suddenly jumped up like a true hunter.
The skinny body covered with sticky green scales burst out with a terrifying speed that was inconsistent with its appearance.
The shiny black, barbed claws tore through the air and went straight for Riven's neck.
The fishy smell instantly enveloped the back of my neck.
Riven could even feel the cold evil emanating from the tips of the claws.
She did not try to turn around or step back, but raised her left hand behind her with lightning speed, with her five fingers spread out.
"Armor protection!"
A giant magic shield made up of countless dark purple, translucent hexagons instantly condensed behind her.
The shield was shining brightly, and complex ancient runes were rapidly flowing and flashing inside it.
"clang!!!"
An explosive sound that pierces the eardrums.
The goblin's sharp claws dug into the shield hard, causing dazzling sparks to fly.
The sturdy magic shield vibrated violently, making a buzzing sound as it could not bear the heavy weight, but it finally stubbornly blocked the fatal blow.
"It's not over yet!"
The goblin grinned, and with his other claw, which brought a stronger and bloodier wind, he reached for Riven's waist and abdomen from an extremely sinister angle below.
It wants to tear open this troublesome turtle shell!
"Get away! Disgusting green monster!"
A childish roar filled with violent murderous intent exploded beside the goblin.
Little Mordred, who had just forced back the ghost, was like a completely enraged beast. He completely ignored his own injuries and pounced again with overdrawn explosive power.
The broken chair leg hit the goblin's temple with a whistling sound.
The goblin had to distract himself and suddenly turned his body to defend himself, using his thick arms covered with scabs and scales to block the whistling "wooden sword".
"Crack!"
The fragile wooden stick broke when it hit the hard scaly arm.
The huge recoil force made little Mordred's entire arm numb, and he staggered and fell backwards.
The goblin was also shaken by the blow containing the knight's brute force, and the trajectory of the claws reaching for Riven was deviated, only scratching the edge of the magic shield and making a harsh noise.
Riven on the side was a little stunned!She didn't expect little Mordred to be so fierce and good at fighting!What a little monster!
It's like an angry little lion!Forcing herself to collect her thoughts, Raven's eyes sharpened and she used the momentum of her stagger to point her wand at the heavy oak dining table in front of her.
The magic pours out without reservation.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
"boom!!!"
The heavy solid wood dining table made a teeth-grinding groan, and its legs instantly left the ground.
The cups, plates, knives and forks fell to the ground and shattered. The whole table was wrapped in surging purple magic, as if it was lifted by an invisible giant. Riven swung her wrist with great force.
"Oh!"
The huge dining table came down with a terrifying roar that tore through the air, and with the force of a mountain crushing the Goblin Pumpkin Head who had just stabilized his body.
The goblin let out a strange cry and rolled to the side with amazing agility.
The Pumpkin Head roared, and hastily shot out two dark green rays that were much thinner than before, trying to intercept the behemoth in mid-air.
"BOOM!!!!!"
The ray hit the table leg accurately.
Sawdust mixed with broken wood burst out like a rainstorm.
The broken but still heavy table was cast into submission by Riven with magic, causing it to fall with countless sharp fragments and broken wood, as if the sky was collapsing.
Although the goblin rolled to avoid the main impact, one of its legs was still hit hard by the flying, sharp broken pieces of the table.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones cracking could be faintly heard, and it let out a shrill howl.
The Pumpkin Head was forced to retreat repeatedly due to the shock wave of the explosion and the flying sawdust and broken nails.
The living room was a complete wreck.
The air was filled with smoke and wood chips.
The ghost rolled and condensed in pain in the distant corner.
The goblin huddled in the rubble, holding his obviously twisted and deformed leg. His green face was distorted in pain, and his eyes were full of resentment as he looked at Riven and Xiao Mo.
Pumpkinhead stood in place, his chest heaving violently, the red light under the mask flickering, and the energy was extremely unstable.
Riven's expression was calm, her hand holding the staff was as steady as a rock, and deep purple magic power rose around her like a burning flame.
She was just warming up and hadn't really exerted her strength yet, but these guys couldn't stop her.
Little Mordred struggled to get up from the ground and wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.
There was no trace of cowardice in her golden pupils, only an unyielding fighting spirit burning brightly.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, little Mordred once again assumed a charging posture.
Murphy the dog, in the corner of the ruins, gave a low and continuous threatening growl.
A brief moment of dead silence enveloped the shattered living room.
There was only the rustling of dust, the sticky sound of the rolling ghostly black fog, and the goblin's suppressed groan of pain.
Just when Riven was about to completely subdue the three Halloween monsters, her consciousness became hazy.
Then Riven found herself standing in an endless starry sky.
In front of her stood an old man wearing a long robe and with goat horns on his head.
The old man held a sickle in his hand, and exuded an ominous aura.
At his feet was the druid book.
The druid books she collected now turned into an old man holding a sickle.
Riven looked at the other person and asked in confusion and vigilance: "Who are you?"
"I?"
The old man shook his head, "Let my scythe cut through the veil of time and space and sever reality!"
"So you can understand me, as mankind has understood me throughout the ages."
As he spoke, he swung his scythe, and the starry sky extended out beneath her feet.
Riven was surprised to see the starry sky beneath her feet constantly changing, as if time was flowing backwards.
She saw the primitive times.
"In prehistoric times, thunder roared, and people gave them form to appease their fears. That's how I was born, in their fears."
Then the old man swung the sickle once more.
Raven sees the ancient Egyptian pyramids.
"Here, people send huge amounts of food and offerings to their dead, and for the first time in history, I feel joy."
He then swings his scythe and the time period moves to medieval England.
"The British in Britain are slaughtering Druid priests. The priests worship me and pray to me for salvation, but I respond with death."
Later, Riven saw the burning Notre Dame Cathedral in medieval times.
"On Halloween, people are turning to the power of darkness in madness!"
"There I am, Raven, I am madness, I am irrationality, I am Samhain, the eternal embodiment of Halloween night!"
(End of this chapter)