His color is trying to bee an evil god, but this step is not possible. Because his life stopped before he got there.
The dead do not progress, even after hundreds or thousands of years, the dead cannot learn, the written knowledge and experience do not work properly, and the mind and body remain in the same place. death. And no progress.
Because - this is the power of the living, the demon is now just a puppet that pulls the corpse, everything has been solved, no matter how hard you try, you can't, improve your skills and abilities. Even 10,000.
The situation would change if he could actually summon a divine weapon, but all he had was the Eye of Dagon, which had the lowest disaster attribute.
And so inplete, only one conclusion can be made, and that is another head - someone from that time space can steal his body and what happens after that... he doesn't like it. Here he is.
And Aaliya doesn't feel anything, this guy is her brother, she can't do that.
So he had to ask for help.
Sister Wuxia, it's time, please wake up.
He hits the grenade and Uxia wakes up, suddenly returning to real time as she enters projection time.
He looked at the murdered Myrna, as if a voice in his heart was telling him.
The time has e, Dagon needs your sacrifice, go, your time has e, this is what you need to do and what to do next.
Wu Xia was surprised and walked towards the corner. It was a handle hanging from an old well that could be turned into the ground. Wu Xia grabbed the handle, and Myrna fell with a start.
Stop.
why?
Wu Xia looked at Zhong in shock and said:
John didn't pay attention this time, using his body rotation to avoid falling easily. Arjania Aria didn't say anything, looking at the uping developments with cold eyes, and probably already thinking about her next move.
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