My elf is 100 million points stronger

In the dark clouds of thunder and lightning, Rogia let out an angry roar, and his huge silver-white wings waved, wrapped in a mighty wind, and flew a malicious beam of light.

Two crows staggered past each other, their eyes were mechanically cold, and the scarlet-colored collar was firmly imprisoned around their necks.

Although these two crows have at least the strength of a heavenly king, under normal circumstances, they will be oppressed by Rogia's power, so how can they attack the gods as unscrupulously as they are now.

It was obviously the fault of the collar. If Bai Luo could take a closer look, he would find that the collar looked very familiar.

The surrounding elves are not only the two crow heads, but also three three-headed dragons, several vultures, and a large group of squid kings. In the hidden place of the dark clouds, there are also many ghost-type elves hiding their bodies. , with a cursory look, you can see the figures of dream monsters, cursed dolls, death coffins, Gengar ghosts, crystal lantern fire spirits and so on.

This kind of configuration is very interesting, they are all here to restrain Rogia, and the aura of these elves is actually at the level of a heavenly king!

If Bai Luo could observe closer, he would find that this kind of Heavenly King level felt strange, as if he had been forcibly lifted up by something. Every attack consumes not energy, but the vitality of the elf.

Rogia's roar shook the clouds, and even waving its wings, which could restrain its strength, could knock down an elf from time to time.

Even after several elves attacked Rogia several times, before Rogia's counterattack came, they fell into the clouds, obviously losing their vitality.

On the deck of the steel ship, the gray-haired old man had his hands behind his back, and beside him stood a figure in a large black robe. The black robe was embroidered with complicated and complicated patterns. At first glance, it would make people feel A fit of discomfort.

"As expected of a god, this kind of mighty power..."

The old man showed enthusiasm, and he stretched out his hand towards the sky, as if he wanted to suppress the huge silver-white god in his palm: "It really makes people greedy!"

"This perfect creation should be born under my hands!"

The black-robed man at the side coughed lightly, interrupting the old man's intoxication. Beside him stood a deep-breathing cuttlefish king, which was setting up a barrier to shield them from the wind and rain.

"Doctor, we can't last long."

He turned his head to look at the old man, and said in a low voice, "Our strength has been damaged too much."

The old man didn't care. He shrugged and said, "It's fine to lose this ordinary elf casually. As long as we can break through that god's defense and let me get the energy samples I need, we can retreat."

"Besides, we have a very good card in our hands. We are not afraid that the god will not submit."

The old man smiled and pointed to the cage beside him.

The whole body was pitch black, and in the cage where electric currents burst out from time to time, the one locked up turned out to be a little Rogia!

This is the son of the god in the sky.

Little Rogia's face is now sluggish, and the electric current shot from the cage has caused him very painful injuries. He can't help but want to scream loudly, calling for help to Big Rogia in the sky.

There was a gentle smile on the old man's face, and he was holding a syringe in his hand, which contained a dark and twisted colloidal object, which was slowly wriggling, whenever Rogia in the sky wanted to activate his power , he gestured the syringe towards little Lugia's neck.

Seeing this scene, Da Rogia roared angrily throughout the sky, but he didn't dare to act rashly, he could only surround the energy and wait for the opportunity to counterattack.

The man in black looked at the old man with a gentle smile on his face. He was silent for a moment, his heart trembled secretly, and he shook his head. The man in black raised his hand and gave an order: "Continue!"

Dozens of people in black robes stood on the wide deck, followed by one to three elves, most of these elves were of evil attribute, a few of them were of electric attribute, with mechanical collars imprisoned around their necks. After an attack, the aura on the body will have a great decline. From time to time, elves will fall to the ground and lose their vitality.

At this time, people waiting on the side will come forward, wearing Team Rocket costumes, throwing the elf's body into the sea with a blank face, and then those men in black robes will release the elves again and continue to release long-range attacks.

"My works are very good, dear Mr. Priest," the old man turned his head, opened his hands, and said with a fanatical smile, "This is the power I bestow on them, and the glory I bestow on them! Only my works, Only then can we attack the gods without fear of death!!"

The man in black, one of the eight chief priests of the Death Order, was silent, ignoring the old man's words. Now he began to hesitate. Is it too risky to cooperate with this lunatic?

In the violent storm, Bai Luo stepped on Chenglong's back, his face ashen.

He was now at the back of the steel ship, hidden in the shadows, and in the sea water in front of him was the corpse of a Heluga who had just been thrown from the ship.

The waves were churning, and the body of that Helujia was swallowed by the sea just like that, disappearing without a trace.

"Night."

Bai Luo's face was hidden in the shadows, only the pair of bright eyes could be seen, maybe it was because of the surrounding environment, those purple and noble pupils were already dyed a layer of scarlet.

The wandering Yeling's figure emerged from the shadows, its huge body didn't make a sound, and appeared in the position where Bai Luo wanted to board the ship in an instant.

Naturally, there were people patrolling the boat, but this guy was obviously not very professional, his attention was all attracted by the battle in the sky, and he didn't notice the scarlet eyes slowly appearing behind him.

Beside him was a Heluga, whose perception had been weakened by the raging power in the surrounding environment, and most of its proud sense of smell had failed in the stormy weather.

A wide hand stretched out silently, grabbing the head of the Team Rocket member suddenly, and then the energy was activated, and the energy of the ghost system entered the brain. The team Rocket member rolled his eyes and passed out immediately.

Red and white splashed everywhere, Wandering Night Spirit chose a very good time, just when a big wave came over, so before Heluga's roar came out, he was pushed into the sea with a shadow ball by it.

Chenglong added a frozen beam of light and took care of it temporarily.

The energy fluctuations and sounds were all covered by the loud noise from the waves, coupled with the energy space built by the wandering night spirit itself to cover up the breath, this person and elf disappeared into the world without a sound.

Bai Luo stepped onto this giant steel ship, and glanced at the fainted Rockets on the ground with a blank expression. There was no movement on his face. This was what he instructed Wandering Night Spirit to do. It all depends on personal creation, anyway, Bai Luo only needs them to be quiet.

It took a long time to wake up. If you can't wake up, you can become a grass-type elf, if a vegetable is also counted.

For the people on this ship, Bai Luo didn't have the heart to distinguish whether his crimes were serious or not. It was good luck for them to live, and they would die if they died.

In his opinion, those who appear here now deserve to die!

If it wasn't for the fear of the bloody smell attracting attention, Bai Luo would have wanted to go up to relieve his anger with a single knife, if it wasn't for this group of people who killed thousands of swords, he would have to run here in the middle of the night to find excitement?

Bai Luo didn't mind having an extra title of executioner or something like that in his title. If he dragged on, he would lose half of Kanto, so there was no time to ink it.

The Wandering Night Spirit released a dense black mist, which enveloped Bai Luo's body at once, and its body sank into the shadows again. Bai Luo distinguished the direction, and carefully touched the predetermined position.

When Bai Luo hid in the dark and saw the scene on the deck clearly, he was caught by flax.

The composition of this ghost place is really complicated. Damn, Bai Luo secretly thought in his heart, members of the Death Cult, members of the Rockets, these two are a nest together, right?

There was also the little Rogia who was locked in the cage and screamed, Bai Luo's teeth were sore for a while, no wonder the big Rogia didn't fight back. What a fart to fight back, you can only get beaten honestly.

Regarding that little Rogia, Bai Luo didn't want to say anything anymore, how could he be caught every time?Can't you just stay with your mother?

Bai Luo had a severe headache at the moment, this situation was really too difficult to solve.

To solve this situation, that little Rogia must be rescued. If something happens to this guy, it's no wonder his mother isn't crazy.

As long as little Rogia is rescued, His mother can kill the Quartet, and then Bai Luo will call 666 on the sidelines.

This is the problem, not to mention the large number of manpower on the deck, but the two old men standing next to little Lugia, one of them should be the high priest of the death order, and his squid king has a strong breath Bai Luo didn't dare to stretch out his super powers to sense carefully, for fear of being followed by a wave of reverse tracking by the other party. This guy is conservatively estimated to be a peak king.

There was also the old man in the white coat. Bai Luo didn't know what was in the syringe in his hand, but based on the weak perception fed back by superpowers, Bai Luo dared to conclude that it was a deadly thing.

He couldn't get close to little Rogia at all. Once he was exposed, the old man shook his hands and slapped little Rogia's neck. He didn't dare to think about what would happen then.

And looking at the cage, it must be a high-tech product. He really didn't know how many strokes his elf would take to dismantle that thing.