The player is playing like a god, but their cheat code is Aatrox.

Chapter 78

"Ha, that's it? I thought you were something special, turns out you can't even fly?"

Her voice came down from mid-air, carrying her signature sarcastic tone that could drive Keisha to the brink of madness.

"Weren't you quite the talker just now? What 'cowardly birdman' and 'half the courage'? Where are your wings? Or are you just someone who swings a sword on the ground and bullies newly resurrected wounded soldiers?"

Morgana became more and more excited as she spoke, and the demon claw slowly rotated beside her, with purplish-black energy re-condensing at her fingertips.

Although she was arrogant in her words, her hands were never idle.

They are secretly trying to find a gap in this sealed spacetime, in order to break the seal or escape.

But on the surface, her expression remained that extremely irritating, queen-like mocking face.

"What, you're not saying anything now? Weren't you just going to chop me into mincemeat? Come on, fly up and chop me up!"

She deliberately reached out and beckoned to Aatrox with her finger, a smug, infuriating smile playing on her lips.

"Or... you so-called 'Great Aatrox,' actually can't even fly? How pathetic. Should I, Your Majesty, teach you how to use your wings?"

He Xi and the others stared wide-eyed from afar.

I thought Ato was already formidable, but I never expected there to be another fierce contender!

Morgana, who was speaking, sensed something was wrong.

Because she glanced at He Xi's side.

It wasn't just He Xi; even the three little angels who usually wanted to draw their swords and kill him...

At this moment, he also showed a sympathetic expression.

Morgana's heart trembled.

It's ruined!

hen

Morgana made a stinky penguin sound.

A smile on his face that looked more like a grimace.

"Um... is it possible to reconcile?"

Aatrox did not answer.

He simply raised his head slowly, his scarlet eyes locking onto Morgana in mid-air.

Next second

A pair of dark red giant wings suddenly unfolded from his back.

Morgana's smile froze completely on her face.

"reconciliation?"

Aatrox’s voice came from the ground, deep and resonant like magma squeezed from the depths of the earth’s crust.

He slightly bent his knees, then suddenly pushed off the ground, his whole body soaring into the sky like a blood-red meteorite.

The ground left a crater several meters in diameter where he jumped, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Morgana.

The greatsword slashed horizontally, so fast that even the air couldn't escape, creating a brief vacuum behind the blade.

Morgana's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively raised her hand to summon her last remaining demonic claw in an attempt to defend herself.

The demon claw lasted only a second before being cleanly sliced ​​open right before Morgana's wide eyes.

Fortunately, Morgana reacted quickly, dodging to the side and returning to the ground.

Morgana glanced at her empty left arm

Wow, that's fast, that's powerful, and the sword is incredibly sharp!

His own fourth-generation divine body was easily slashed open.

The arm was cut off so easily.

However, after sensing it, I found no god-killing power.

My arm can recover.

But, this shouldn't be the case.

After what had just happened, Morgana no longer dared to naively believe that the other party had no means to limit her recovery.

It seems more like the other party did it on purpose?

But why?

Morgana inadvertently floated over to Atto, who was pinned to the ground with bloodshot eyes.

Okay, I've found the reason.

"Reconcile? What do you have to offer me for reconciliation? What do you have to offer to negotiate terms?!"

Aatrox gave her no chance to catch her breath. His dark blood wings tore through the air, leaving two crimson afterimages, and he once again closed in on Morgana.

The greatsword came crashing down from above, and Morgana quickly dodged to the side. The blade grazed her shoulder armor and cleaved half of a residential building behind her in two.

Gravel and rubble fell from the sky, raising clouds of dust.

Morgana took the opportunity to pull her arm back and reattach it.

Now I understand that the other person just wants to torture me and isn't really going to fight.

I was angry but also relieved.

This means that although I will be severely beaten, I still have a chance to survive.

As for where the way out lies... ...

Morgana glanced at He Xi subconsciously.

Finally gritted my teeth

You old hag, my life is in your hands now.

If you really don't make a move, I'll consider it paying back the debt I incurred for deceiving you back then.

If He Xi knew, she would only sneer: "You wish!

The demon's claws are both ruined.

Wormhole ability sealed

Morgana couldn't think of any other way to fight this monster.

Aatrox gave her no more time to think. He held his greatsword upside down and closed in on her in three steps.

The first sword strike was a diagonal slash, which Morgana dodged by leaning back. The blade sliced ​​across her throat, cutting through a strand of long hair that was fluttering around her neck.

With her second horizontal slash, she flipped in mid-air, the blade grazing her waist and abdomen, shattering her armor in the process.

The third sword thrust was aimed straight at her. Before she could land steadily, Aatrox struck her shoulder with the hilt of his sword, causing a dull thud in half of her body. She fell to one knee.

The greatsword drew a cold arc through the air, its blade magnifying rapidly in her pupils.

The next second, Morgana was cut in half at the waist, becoming two "Morganas".

Even so, she still didn't die.

"Damn, that hurts like hell!" Morgana gasped.

Yan frowned:

"She's upgraded to a fourth-generation divine body?"

The answer is obvious.

The third-generation divine body does not have such strong regenerative ability.

Aatrox's lips curled up slightly:

"Not bad, birdman. You're tougher than that imposter."

"Queen--!"

Ato's roar no longer sounded like the voice of a living being with any sense left.

He was pinned to the ground by the blood sword, his limbs and chest pierced through, and the blood magic continuously drained every bit of energy he had just recovered.

He was unable to move, unable to fight, unable to shield his queen from even a single sword strike.

He could only lie there, helplessly watching the monster who called himself Aatrox cleave Morgana in two at the waist.

Watching her dismembered body struggle to heal under the corrosive effects of blood magic...

I heard her curse in her usual defiant tone, "Damn, it hurts like hell!"

His eyes were almost bursting open.

"Let her go—let her go! Come at me if you dare! Don't you hate me? Didn't you say I was impersonating you? Then come at me!"

His voice was completely hoarse, and with each word he uttered, blood and foam gushed from his throat.

But he was still roaring, using every last bit of strength in his body to ram into the blood-stained swords that pinned him to the ground.

Little did he know, this only fueled Aatrox's excitement.

"That's the expression I wanted to see! Hahahaha!"

Aatrox burst into laughter, a rare moment of pure joy.

He was about to play a little longer when, just as he turned to Morgana, Cangyu's voice echoed in his mind.

"Alright, let's finish this quickly and stop playing around. I'm not giving you much time left."

Aatrox froze.

"...Tsk, boring."

"However, whether you can get your body back depends on your own skills, kid. I won't let this hard-won body go!"