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Guerra de Summmoners: Chronicles da la bienvenida a Shinding, Rei, Asuka y Mari en Evangelion Collaboration Event

Autor : Jacob Actualizar : Feb 21,2025

Guerra de los invocadores: ¡Crónicas da la bienvenida a los pilotos Evangelion!

Prepárese para un evento cruzado electrizante en Summoners War: ¡Chronicles! COM2US se ha asociado con Evangelion para traer cuatro pilotos icónicos: Shinji, Rei, Asuka y Mari, al juego como monstruos jugables. Esta colaboración por tiempo limitado "Chronicles X Evangelion" presenta misiones y recompensas especiales.

Esta emocionante actualización presenta mazmorras especiales desafiantes donde puedes probar tus habilidades estratégicas. Enfréntate a la embestida del ángel y conquista estos nuevos desafíos con tus pilotos Evangelion recién adquiridos.

Cada piloto cuenta con atributos y tipos de monstruos únicos:

  • Shinji (Unidad-01): Atributos de agua y oscuros, tipo guerrero.
  • REI (Unidad-00): Atributos de viento y luz, tipo de caballero.
  • Asuka: Atributos de fuego y oscuro, tipo asesino.
  • Mari: Atributos de fuego y luz, Tipo de arquero.

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Adquirir estos poderosos pilotos usando pergaminos místicos, cristales, pergaminos de colaboración y kilometraje de invocación. ¡No te pierdas la "Batalla con los pilotos de la grieta!" Evento y el evento White Night Summon, ambos durados hasta el 7 de agosto.

Descargue Summoners War: Chronicles gratis en Google Play y la App Store (compras en la aplicación disponibles). ¡Mira nuestra lista de niveles para obtener una ventaja estratégica!

Manténgase actualizado sobre las últimas noticias suscribiéndose al canal oficial de YouTube, visitando el sitio web oficial o viendo el video integrado de arriba para obtener un adelanto del nuevo contenido emocionante.

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