Rebirth of the National Male God

The young battle angel, wearing the armor of mithril and dark gold, holding the sword of judgment, stared at the enemy in front of him with eyes like torches.

Her enemy, the strongest demon god who came out of the dark abyss, the twelve-winged fallen angel, the scarlet cloak seemed to be dyed with countless blood, the hideous scepter and the magic sword hadn't been unsheathed yet, it had already brought huge damage to people. pressure.

He didn't bring any subordinates, and came to the battlefield of heaven alone. Facing many battle angels, he smiled without fear, which was endless arrogance.

Facing the little angel's intense, resentful and complex eyes staring at her, the handsome Demon God smiled as before, looking at her with deep eyes that revealed the same love as always.

This is torture for the little angel—at this moment, he actually looked at himself with such eyes, did he think that he would still be deceived by him? Still mocking her silently! ?

"Attack—!" Ace raised his sword with a solemn and hoarse voice.

"Ah—!" A group of extras in the back put on an offensive posture.

Shooting a photo is different from shooting a movie. They don't need to fight, they just have to do their poses, and leave the rest to the photographer.

The people around watching this scene felt a little indescribably dissatisfied. They couldn't help but want to watch the real plot.

Louis independently searched for a location, and tried his best to capture the most perfect scene. He focused on capturing recent photos of Ace and Sihuang, not missing the changes in their eyes and expressions.

Under the staff's reminder, Si Huang moved.

She drew out the magic sword in the scepter, held the sword in both hands, and the tip of the sword touched the ground, as if it had a weight of 10,000.

Everyone's mind sank inexplicably following her movements.

An invisible aura lingers around this young-looking demon god. If this world is really illusory, maybe there is a so-called demonic aura around her body?

She lowered her head, her long black hair fell straight down, covering her face on both sides.

She closed her eyes quietly, she didn't know what she was thinking, she seemed to be praying and thinking, and the time was quiet because of her silence.

The next moment, a sudden cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Those who saw this smile for the first time felt as if their heart had been stabbed severely by something, causing severe pain.

I never thought that a person could be so purely evil, without any morbidity or haze, just to let you know at a glance that this is a cruel and ruthless existence.

Life will not make her feel any cherishment, it is not worth mentioning in her eyes.

brush--

I heard the sound of breaking wind.

How much strength and speed is needed to make this tiny sound?

Everyone's heart couldn't help beating a few beats. Seeing the person in the dark battle armor, he opened his eyes at some point, holding the magic sword in his hand and making an attack.

When she stepped out, she sprinted for a few meters, and the exquisite but not light armor did not bring any burden to her.

momentum!

Majestic!

A single person is much stronger than a group of people on the opposite side.

Her movements are sharp and agile, and she feels extremely powerful without a real sparring, and there is an indescribable beauty in her strength.

That evil sneering face, those dark and deep dark green eyes, and the scarlet cloak were lifted by the wind.

All of these, like the existence that came out of the real biblical epic, domineeringly left the most profound and unforgettable trace in the minds of the world.

"Ah!" Ace didn't know who screamed out, whether he was frightened or amazed.

No one has explored the answer to this point, Sihuang has come to the front, and Ace instinctively raised the sword in his hand to meet him.

Judging from Ace's movements, this little girl must have also learned fencing, and it's not the kind of learning for fun, but the real talent who can really fight with people.

Si Huang turned sideways to avoid confronting her head-on, and dodged into the crowd of 'Battle Angels'.

The psychological quality of this batch of extras is also good, and they have probably come back to their senses by now, or they may have been brought into the play by Si Huang. When they saw her swinging a sword, they knew how to block with the sword according to the teaching of the martial arts teacher. Twice.

It's not enough for them to block Sihuang with their skills, but in order to make the photo more interesting, she deliberately slowed down her movements, which can be regarded as an act.

Appropriate acting paired with her nonchalantly mocking look is an unexpected fit.

It made everyone feel that these 'angels' were not her opponents at all, she was just playing with them.

Just playing around can catch this group of battle angels by surprise.

"Hey! I suddenly want to make a movie about gods and demons. Let him play the devil. It must be very suitable and very popular." James sighed.

"It's a pity that you are not a screenwriter, nor a producer." Yuen responded to him, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

This pride comes from Sihuang's excellence.

He believes that once this photo is released, Sihuang will definitely be remembered by the people of country M. Even if some of them don't remember her name, they will remember her appearance and won't forget it easily.

He even believed that James already felt this way, real producers and screenwriters would not be moved when they saw Si Huang!

Sihuang never lacks strength, what she lacks is opportunities.

As long as she has the opportunity, she can soar into the sky!

And what he has to do is to spot the opportunity for Sihuang, seize the opportunity, and send the opportunity to her for her to choose.

"Others are going to touch up their makeup," Louis' voice sounded, "Sihuang and Ace are coming alone, don't fight too fast, first find a sense of tacit understanding, grasp the expression!"

Because they didn't give them time to adjust, the martial arts teacher also taught a few basic moves of Western swordsmanship. How to match the epic and aesthetic feeling depends entirely on the tacit understanding and self-expression of Sihuang and Ace.

The little girl Ace seems to have not recovered from the state, or she deliberately maintains the feelings of this role, the blue eyes that blend into the vast sky are burning with flames of war, staring at Sihuang scorchingly, and raising her sword to fight with the tip of the sword. She agreed, "Go ahead."

Si Huang smiled and stood still.

She didn't move, and Ace didn't move, and the two were deadlocked.

"Do you want to remind them?"

Louis glared at the speaker, "Wait."

wait? How long to wait?

This question has not been asked in the hearts of several people, and the two people on the field finally made a movement.

It was Ace who moved first, and the little girl sprinted towards Sihuang, full of heroism.

Her movement of swinging the sword is much more predictable than that taught by the martial arts teacher. Ordinary people are likely to be unable to react to a sudden stabbing of the sword by her.