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Godzilla ruge en Fortnite Capítulo 6

Autor : George Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

Conquista el rey de los monstruos en fortnite ! Godzilla está invadiendo Fortnite Capítulo 6, ofreciendo a los jugadores la oportunidad de convertirse en el icónico kaiju o batalla contra él. Esta guía detalla cómo lograr ambos.

Convertirse en Godzilla:

A partir del 17 de enero de 2025, una grieta aparecerá al azar en la isla Battle Royale en cada partido. ¡Sé el primero en localizar e ingresar a esta grieta para transformarse en Godzilla!

Encuentra un portal ➡️ ¡Conviértete en Godzilla!

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Como Godzilla, desata los ataques devastadores: el rugido para identificar a los oponentes, el poderoso ataque de pisoteo para enviarlos volando y el rayo de calor por daños significativos. Sin embargo, prepárate: ¡todo el vestíbulo te cazará!

Derrotando a Godzilla:

Para los 99 jugadores que no se convierten en Godzilla, ¡el desafío está en marcha! Godzilla tiene puntos débiles; Dirigirse a estos producirá fragmentos de Godzilla, otorgando 40 cargos de salud y tres Dash. ¡La movilidad es clave!

The Burst Quad Launcher in Fortnite

La pistola de ferrocarril ha regresado para este evento, proporcionando un arma poderosa. Las armas de mayor rareza también son efectivas. El jugador que inflige el mayor daño en Godzilla gana el medallón de Godzilla (con una habilidad de tablero) y el exótico lanzador de quads Burst. ¡Derrotar a Godzilla es una hazaña gratificante en sí misma!

Esto concluye su guía para convertir y derrotar a Godzilla en Fortnite Capítulo 6. Para obtener más contenido Fortnite , consulte nuestra guía sobre cómo resolver los acertijos del bosque de desplazamiento de noche.

Fortnite está disponible en varias plataformas, incluidas Meta Quest 2 y 3.

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