Each ancient has its own characteristics and has its own unique label. In fact, this is not because they like it, but because they have to.

Because after endless years of washing, they have already forgotten who they are and everything they were originally. Every ancient has an almost perverted obsession with something, which is already close to an anchor for them, and has become a part of each of them, even if they want to, they can't give up.

For Ophelia, it's all about control. Whether it's a companion, an enemy, or a human being, she pursues the satisfaction that everything is under her control.

...even if she never actually experienced that fulfillment.

When she was blown away by the thunder, she was completely convinced that the opponent she faced this time might be unique in her life, or it should be the sum of her every life. No matter in the past or now, it may be the first time for her to face such a powerful existence.

But she has no choice.

Being on top, in control, was all she wanted, the only way she could feel alive. Before, she chose to develop in a low-key way and avoid fighting. In fact, it was also the pursuit of this ultimate goal in essence. She hoped that she could regain the power to control everything after being resurrected into a perfect body.

But now that she has become a complete body, it is impossible to become stronger. Her evolutionary path stopped here, and all the skill points were smashed in when the level was brushed to the upper limit, so in this game that will never have a version update, it is meaningless to continue.

All she can do is fight, fight with all her might, that's all.

The old man let out a shriek, and the weird body was supported by hoof-shaped legs. The body was pale, and the skin was smooth and flawless, looking like some kind of elastic structure. It has a wide mouth, no eyes, and long tentacles dragging on its face, giving it a perky appearance.

That's what Ophelia originally looked like.

She continued to scream, like a broadcast with an infinitely drawn out voice. The wind continued to increase, as if it had turned into a black dragon! It is infinitely long, standing up to the sky, thumping crazily among the black clouds.

A pitch-black tornado!

Thor, the **** of thunder, was the first to bear the brunt, and his tiny body was swept into the soaring storm and disappeared without a trace. Immediately afterwards, bricks and rubble were swept in, cars danced like toys in the air tens of meters, and even the fallen fighter plane joined in the carnival.

"Everyone, hurry up!"

Luo Yajun had already found a bunker when he shouted. They have long realized that this fairy fight is not safe, and they are far away from the center of the battle, but it still doesn't seem safe enough. Each of them found cover and hugged something to keep them from flying into the whirlwind themselves.

"Go to hell, go to hell!" Ophelia screamed in the storm, "Whatever you are, go to hell!"

Under her intentional control, the strong wind pressure squeezed the steel into a discus, the planes and cars were crushed flat, the steel and mechanical internal structures were shattered, and countless parts were sucked into the vortex.

In the terrifying cyclone, it seemed as if countless iron-cutting wind blades were reverberating. The steel and cement rolled up in the storm were chopped into countless pieces in an instant. No matter how hard the material was, it was chopped open. Smooth and flat, like a cake divided by a knife.

It is no wonder that in the eyes of the ancients, the ancients are god-like existences, and words similar to "gods" have been used many times in the words that people can unearth from the ruins to refer to these existences. Because this is indeed a mighty power that people can't even dream of in an era of barren imagination, a supernatural power like mastering the authority of the laws of heaven and earth.

This is the power possessed by a complete ancient being, who almost built an inverted conical death penalty area almost by himself, and everything will be smashed to pieces in that storm.

But not today.

After a short while, the few people who were far away from the surrounding clearly felt that the wind seemed to have weakened.

But a second look quickly revealed that it wasn't the wind that had weakened. On the contrary, the momentum of the tornado is still becoming more exaggerated and more violent, as if it wants to drain everything on the surface with the air.

It's just that the more violent storm was locked in a more concentrated range. Everything in the place where the tornado was was twisted into pieces in mid-air, but the effect became smaller the further it went out, it was as if someone had tied it to a designated area with a rope to prevent it from leaking out.

But how is this possible?

In a short distance of a few hundred meters, the wind on one side is strong enough to crush everything, while on the other side, apart from the exaggerated visual effects seen in front of you, you can only feel that the wind seems a little strong.

Even though none of them were scientists there, they didn't need a Ph.D. to see that this was utterly unscientific.

But to say that the most shocked person should be Ophelia in the middle of the storm.

Because even after she changed her body and greatly strengthened it, she was still shocked to find that the storm she summoned slowly escaped her control again.

"No!" she yelled almost hysterically, "obey me! You can't..."

But no matter how hard she tried, it was useless. The wind became more and more violent, and a large amount of air flow was continuously sucked into the bottom of the air vortex. The wind speed was getting faster and faster, but it also became more and more disobedient to her command.

Then she saw with horror that the man was directly below her, in the eye of the storm.

Thor, the **** of thunder, raised his hammer high above his head, and the hammer flew like a windmill. Every cyclone seems to be spinning with the hammer, like a conductor waving his baton, or like a majestic general pulling out his sword.

Ophelia screamed and attacked him with all means, trying to stop the man in the eye of the storm.

But soon she also discovered that there was nothing she could do. She tried to mobilize the wind to attack him, but any form of airflow that even came close to the whirling hammer would be disintegrated and absorbed into his power.

She tried throwing things at him, trees, wrecked cars and planes, metal and brick, but to no avail. The flying hammer is like a turbine running at full speed, and nothing can resist the blow of that thing.

Then everyone, including Ophelia, saw that she flew.

The huge ancient man, with a height of tens of meters~lightnovelpub.net~ was abruptly dragged into the air by the strange force of the tornado. That picture simply highlights a powerful brick flying, full of visual awe.

Then lightning fell from the tornado, constantly hitting Ophelia's body. One thunder after another was fiercer than the other, each with a roar like the wrath of God, which blasted her perfect body to pieces. Countless air blades cut her body, wind and electricity were intertwined, bombarding her continuously.

The thunder and lightning that became stronger and stronger continued to bombard for an unknown period of time. She could feel her proudly perfect body crumbling away until she could barely feel herself.

Then at the end of this grand performance, as if it was the finale of the climax, all the thunder and thunder fell along the storm and concentrated at the eye of the storm. Endless light and electricity converged on Thor's Hammer, the small hammer was lit up in lightning blue, and the body of the hammer hummed faintly, as if countless thunderbolts were stored in it.

Thor, the **** of thunder, roared with all his strength, kicked his feet, and pointed his warhammer straight at the sky. His whole body seemed to be integrated into the lightning, turning into lightning itself, soaring towards the giant shadow falling from the storm!

boom!

!

With a blow that was charged to the extreme, endless lightning was released from the hammer in an instant, illuminating the entire sky! The blue electric light exploded the astonishing domain, and the faint blue transparent waves pushed flat like a tsunami.

The body of the ancient was pierced instantly, disintegrated little by little under the impact of endless electric light in the field, and crushed into pieces.

Thor, the **** of thunder, holds a hammer in his hand and rides lightning to break through the huge monster. The shining lightning is like a golden cudgel that goes straight to heaven. The pitch-black tornado disintegrated in an instant, and countless layers of black clouds were suddenly broken, leaving only a clear sky.

One hammer, the rain is over and the sky is sunny!

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