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Fortnite: misiones completas para la piel exclusiva de Godzilla

Autor : Olivia Actualizar : Feb 21,2025

¡Desata el rey de los monstruos en fortnite ! Esta guía detalla cómo desbloquear ambos estilos de la piel Godzilla en Fortnite Capítulo 6, evento de mitad de temporada de la temporada 1. Estas no son compras simples V-Buck; Ganar estas pieles requiere completar una serie de desafíos.

Desbloqueando la piel evolucionada de Godzilla:

La piel evolucionada de Godzilla se desbloquea a través de una progresión de desafíos, recompensándolo con varios artículos temáticos de Godzilla en el camino. Complete las siguientes misiones para ganar la piel y sus elementos asociados:

  • Ataque de Godzilla Lil: Gane 2 niveles
  • Pantalla de carga de Godzilla: Gane 4 niveles
  • Godzilla espera el emote: Gane 6 niveles
  • El exo-spine back de Godzilla: Gane 8 niveles
  • Envoltura de rayos de calor evolucionado: Gane 10 niveles
  • Godzilla Evolucionó el atuendo: Gane 12 niveles

Desbloqueando la piel de Godzilla energizada:

El estilo de Godzilla energizado ofrece recompensas aún más impresionantes. El camino para desbloquearlo refleja la piel evolucionada, pero con un conjunto de elementos más potente:

The Energized Godzilla style in Fortnite as part of an article about how to unlock it.

  • Mothra Glider: Gane 14 niveles
  • Cobdo Titanus Gojira EMote: Gane 16 niveles
  • EXO SPINE ENERGADO DEL BREVE: Gane 18 niveles
  • Woodblock Print Godzilla: Gane 20 niveles
  • Crystal Fang Pickaxe: Gane 22 niveles
  • Estilo de Godzilla energizado: Gane 24 niveles

Esta guía completa proporciona todas las misiones necesarias para obtener las pieles de Godzilla evolucionadas y energizadas en fortnite . ¡Buena suerte conquistando estos desafíos y agregando al Rey de los Monstruos a su colección! Fortnite está disponible en varias plataformas, incluidas Meta Quest 2 y 3.

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