Chapter: 2491

Lian pointed to the subway entrance installed on the sidewalk.

�It�s okay.�You can�t get into the building anyway.�

Krrrr.

Then, a ground creature walked from the corner of the block.

It had only been a few hours since they arrived here, but it was an unusual event for them, who expected Mucus to drive out all creatures on the ground.

�Is it a monster?�

It had a huge face resembling a lion, its mouth was torn down to its ears, and its teeth were jagged like nails.

It was an Electric Liger, one of the few walking animals in Apocalypse.

Regardless of the Mucus covering all sides, the guy walked straight towards Miro and the others.

There was no doubt that mucus splashed, but bluish electricity radiated from the body, and it was quickly burned.


�You have adapted to the environment.�First of all, it is an electric monster.�

�I will deal with you.�

As Lian stepped forward while holding the handle of the greatsword, Fermi raised his hand to stop it.

�no.�Any magic has compatibility.�Then I, who can use all magic, is the right person.�

At the same time that Fermi swallowed the chip, the Electric Liger charged at it, spewing electricity.

�Lightning Thunder.�

A powerful thunderbolt thumped down three times, and the Electric Liger screamed and spread to the floor.

�Of course, a true wizard can break any match.�

Marsha pointed.

�You are laughing.�Is it just because it�s a waste of money?�

�Of course, there are parts like that.�

The corner of Miro�s mouth went up.

�A clever fellow.�

Apocalypse is a world made of code.

Therefore, Fermi was trying to determine whether the powers of the electric series were the information of the monster or the information of the world.

�If it�s a monster�s information, electricity is immune.�But Fermi�s blitz went right in.�Therefore, although it is a virtual world, incarnation and law are separated just like in reality.�

Fermi thought, tapping his chin.

�At least for us, death here means death in reality.�The key is to find Sirone as quickly as possible.�

Marsha asked.

�But casino chips, how much can you swallow?� JrNovels.com