Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 220: Extreme firepower

220 extreme firepower

Huge resistance came from the front of the black umbrella, and then several silver spider silks penetrated the surface of the umbrella, piercing my thighs, shoulders and abdomen. (Qinghang Novels~Reading Novels on the Net) I don’t have an expert on Ranwen Novel Network. As long as there is no such thing as the death of the heart and head pierced by Ranwen.

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Huge resistance came from the front of the black umbrella, and then several silver spider silks penetrated the surface of the umbrella, piercing my thighs, shoulders and abdomen. I don't have a network management team. As long as there is no such thing as the death of the heart and head, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be recovered with the power of graystone.

This is the opponent's strongest blow, and it should be when the defense is the weakest.

I pushed the black umbrella hard, but the black umbrella seemed to collapse under the attack of the galaxy. There is a voice telling me loudly in my heart that you are going to yell out and roar like a lion, expel the retreat and fear in your heart, and explode a little bit of cohesive power at this moment.

Go to Gaochuan to kill this blocking stone

The world in front of me seemed to slow down at this moment.

My...

The will seems to emerge from the deep ocean, as if it came from me, and as if it came from some existence in the deep depths. The collapse of the black umbrella seemed to stop.

Drill...

Together with this will, the umbrella side shrinks backwards, becoming thicker in the contraction, not so much an umbrella, but more like a drill.

Without the cover of the umbrella, the scene in front of you gradually emerged. Under the silver wave, there is a man who is like the center of the universe, and then--

The black drill bit spins up

The will to rotate with the black drill bit bursts out fierce sparks, and all the silver threads that pierced into the black umbrella before were severed mercilessly.

"My drill can break through the sky"

The time speeds up quickly, and a burst of explosive air is emitted from the back of the drill bit. Driven by this force, I just feel like I have turned into a meteor, falling continuously and falling.

The silver in front of my eyes was torn open with a huge opening, making the sound of leather cracking. It wants to close, but it tears faster.

There is no time for thoughts to gather, and there is no time for will to turn. Another slight resistance came, and the staring eyes seemed to freeze. The human figure standing below suddenly split to the sides before leaving an impression on the eye mask, and the blood-colored and lumpy objects spread out like an explosion. The solid ground suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, but it was like a ball of cotton when I hit it. When I came back to my senses, I already found myself squatting in a big pit, holding a long handle with both hands.

The other end of the handle sinks deeply into the ground until it is not clear what shape it is.

The reign of blood sprinkled from above, falling around the body, making a thumping sound.

I let go of the handle and stared at this crater with a radius of ten meters. It looked like it had been hit by a meteorite. I couldn't believe it was caused by myself. Although the scene at that moment is vivid, the feeling at that time is like looking at a flower in the mist. The more you want to capture it, the more hazy you are. Is the voice I heard, the voice of my own heart, or the "Jiang" who is deep in the body speaking?

It turns out that the enchanter can exert such great power under the drive of will, but it is not without the disadvantages of Burning Novel. The drill weapon in front of him seems to be volatilized, spreading away from the handle inch by inch. It did not change back to the gray fog, it was like the last trace of the power that maintained the form of the fog was also consumed, and it was gently drifting away in the wind like dried ashes. The dust and smoke are getting thinner and thinner, the particles are getting smaller and smaller, and they disappear completely within a short while.

In the end, only a fist-sized gray mist escaped from the deep hole, condensed into a dagger, and fell into my palm. A feeling of exhaustion and hunger emerged from the enchanter's induction like a tide, causing my arm to tremble like a forceless force.

This blow is really life-threatening, and it is not clear how much sequelae it has. To gain power far beyond common sense, you have to pay a high price. This is fair, and I have nothing to complain about. I trembled and took out the greystone from my pocket, but after waiting for a while, there was no movement from Ganwen.com to replenish the power. I was stunned for a while to realize that the magic pattern could not be used in this temporary data hedge space. I couldn't help laughing bitterly, the backlash from the shared perception of the enchantment's induction made my head feel dysfunctional.

I stuffed the greystone into my mouth and swallowed it into my stomach like taking medicine. The hard solid slipped from the throat. The strange feeling was not very pleasant, and it even made people wonder whether the gastric juice could digest it. This trick was learned from Fu Jiang. Even after getting the magic pattern, she always eats gray stone as jelly beans. I really don't understand why she can show such a sweet expression.

Compared to digestion with magic lines, this method of swallowing slows the effect of graystone power, and each increase in power takes longer. However, I can clearly feel the process of this power to nourish the body, and every cell and internal organs become stronger in this process. Perhaps, for Fu Jiang, this slow, clear, gradual recovery and strong feeling can make her feel more pleasant.

After regaining my strength for action, I used my hands and feet to make a big hole. It is very dangerous to stay in this place, and such a big movement is bound to alarm the soldiers who are in charge of patrolling.

Unlike in reality, these soldiers used to belong to the Fandog army. Their bodies have been strengthened by the drug "paradise". They have rich combat experience and ruthlessness. They pay more attention to teamwork than they are personal heroism. In addition, their identity in this temporary hedge space is also an elite wizard, with a mask that can use spells, and the threat is not comparable to two elite wizards in casual clothes.

I have encountered several such soldiers on the street before. Judging from the performance of passers-by, whether it is an ordinary black-robed wizard or an elite wizard in casual clothes, they all take the attitude of a scourge, and even prefer to take a detour. Yes, if you have to pass by them, you will speed up your pace with fear, let alone talk in front of them. Now when I think back to the scene of me being among the pedestrians and passing by them, I can’t help but feel fortunate. I feel that they didn’t see through by them because they didn’t have such a unique nose like a bartender. .

According to the black-robed wizard who was captured by us before, the number of soldiers patrolling the bustling streets is not many. Most of the soldiers are on duty outside, and most of the rest usually stay on the edge of the street. This area under construction is clearly within their scope of action.

When I jumped out of the pit with a blood cocoon on my back, I immediately noticed the strangeness in the air. Since joining the Security Bureau, the big scenes I have seen are no longer a few, and most of them are the fierce and fierce fighting of the Jedi counterattack, not the rookie who was ignorant of the potential dangers. Although the people surrounding this area have tried their best to use buildings and fog to conceal their whereabouts, and they did not even have direct contact with the target, but they exude the cold and cruel smell of gunpowder like hyenas, just like in the scorching heat. A piece of ice makes the skin goose bumps.

If you run away desperately now, there is a two-thirds chance that you will be able to break through the encirclement. But the next thing to greet us is the investigation and raid like the windswept cloud. There are about 1,000 residents in the "street", and they must have strict management methods. It is not difficult to find five or six strangers who accidentally broke in. Even if we want to temporarily escape, we still have no burning novels. The net found a way to leave the street.

The plan is really not as fast as the change. I originally wanted to quietly clean up the bartender and the old man, but I didn't expect that the other party's ability was much stronger than expected, and it suddenly disrupted the established plan.

What if you go all out to eliminate these soldiers? According to the intelligence obtained from the black-robed mage, the guard area of ​​these soldiers is fixed, which is to avoid being transferred from the mountain by the enemy in the event of an unknown enemy attack. Therefore, the soldiers in the area that the enemy attacked first, and at the same time shouldered the mission of decoy and reconnaissance, is to provide more clear intelligence for subsequent battles.

For an attack that does not know when and where it will be launched, it is just bad luck that the enemy chooses the area to be defended by the enemy. There is nothing to complain about. Therefore, they will try their best to complete their tasks and will not get more reinforcements until they are completely eliminated.

Since the creation of "streets", there has never been a situation where the defense of a certain area has been slaughtered. Without the actual combat baptism of Ranwen Novel.com, the operation of this defensive system may seem a bit slow.

If you run away immediately, the street managers will get plenty of reaction time.

If all the garrison soldiers in this security zone are killed, the street defense system is likely to be slow to react, or even fall into immature chaos. Taking this opportunity to raid the mask workshop and teleportation point, the chance of success will not be too small.

With the previous experience of fighting with elite wizards, although this time the enemy is no longer plainclothes, but soldiers, their hole cards are no longer a secret. If he can be caught off guard, it will be easier than the previous battle.

The problem is that the quark has consumed too much in the previous battle, and the graystone power cannot be supplemented in time, so it can only continue to fight in the form of a dagger.

Just relying on the ability of acting is really a headache. Judging from the intuitive reaction of my body, I don’t think I was directly observed by the soldiers. Before being locked, I hunched back and rushed into the wreckage of a side building, hiding my figure with the help of the shadow stretching from the root of the wall. . The blood cocoon removed from the back was placed in the corner, while observing the movement outside, while waiting for the blood cocoon to hatch.

This time the parasitic time has been much longer than before, and people can't help but worry about whether something will go wrong.

There was a slight stepping sound above my head. I leaned close to the wall, slowly moved my body into the pile of discarded building materials next to me, and cast my eyes to the upper gap through the gap. It’s not clear whether it is to be demolished and rebuilt, or whether the house under construction is similar to the houses on the main street, taller and wider than the houses on the branch road. There are only three floors left, and the roof is not well laid. , With an open heart embracing the thick gray fog.

The rain line hits the stone and splits into countless splashes, and the water flows along the gap, making a gruff sound. A boot appeared in the gap, and the stagnant water was squeezed out, making a louder and violent sound. The owner of the army boots stopped in place, and more noises of treading on the water rang from both sides. There were about three soldiers passing by this building. Two of them seemed to have fallen into the street. The movement became inaudible and disappeared completely after a while.

If you look out from the opening of the original window on the wall now, you might see more soldiers gathered around the big hole. A scene like that appeared in my mind, but more attention was paid to the gap in the top of my head. While picking up a hemp rope in the building materials, I cut it into a length of one meter with a dagger, and tied stones at both ends to create Four simple tripwires.

The soldier didn't know what he found, and returned there after wandering for a while. But he doesn't seem to be sure that I am hiding in this building. Whether it's the blood cocoon or the place where I hide, I can't see it directly when looking down from the gap, unless he is willing to crawl his body on the ground, keeping the same height as the previous boots.

However, I also suspect that he is arranging the suspicion formation and attracting my attention. After all, this building is indeed very suitable for hiding, and as a war-fighting soldier, after generating doubts for whatever reason, It is not normal for this kind of decision to search the building immediately without Ranwen Novel. The experience of many births and deaths is enough to make me understand that taking a fluke will only make me fall into a more dangerous situation. Maybe his companions have quietly surrounded the building during this period, and I don't know when they will rush in by surprise.

The boots circled around the gap, and suddenly they stepped into the air, and the whole body fell from there.

The thought came like a signal gun. I rushed out from behind the building materials in accordance with the method of sprinting against the ground with my feet in the previous battle. As soon as the opponent's body was half exposed, he had already followed a half-arc trajectory and came to his side. While throwing the tripwire, he stepped on a louder splash and continued to circle to the other side.

Sure enough, the soldier turned his body in mid-air to the direction where I finally stopped. When he realized something was wrong, the tripwire flying out of the blind corner of the field of vision had already entangled his neck. The power of this simple tripwire couldn't cause any harm to it at all, but an accident, a moment of suffocation, was enough to make him subconsciously make a wrong reaction.

When he stretched his hand to the tripwire on his neck, the dagger I threw hard into his heart instantly. He died immediately without burning, and threw a dagger from his sleeve to counterattack, but he was weak and unresponsive. The flying knife was as slow as a fat moth in my eyes. I flipped forward and dodged it. By the way, I kicked it on the handle of the black dagger with my heel, piercing his chest completely.

"Uh--" With a muffled scream, the throat was blocked, and the soldier vomited blood. Before he fell to the ground abruptly, I rolled under his feet and caught the dagger that came out of his back. When he stood up, he grabbed his belt and lifted it to prevent him from making too much noise when he landed on the ground. At the same time, he swung his dagger to cut off his cervical spine and trachea. This time, no matter how strong his self-healing power is after strengthening, he will not escape death.

These Superman soldiers who have been strengthened by the drug "paradise" if they don't die completely, they are likely to become zombies, and this kind of zombies can also be used as raw materials for making graystone. However, I didn't try too many times, because when I took this graystone, I felt that I was eating people from time to time, and I couldn't use the power of magic lines.

I slowly put the soldier's body on the ground and grabbed the gun he hadn't had time to use. Although this conflict ended right from the beginning, the street can be viewed directly from the window, so the possibility of being noticed by the soldiers on the street cannot be ruled out. I was mentally prepared, but when I raised my head and looked out the window, the soldiers I imagined gathered in the big pit were nowhere to be seen. They did not leave. The smell of hyena in the air became stronger and stronger. These soldiers are not easy to get along with.

I squatted slightly, hiding my body under the horizontal line of the window as much as possible, moving towards the blood cocoon while listening to the noise in the rain. If someone comes in quietly and wants to make an ambush, it is unlikely that they will hide their footsteps in the standing water. The sound of rain is very loud, and thunder is rolling from time to time, but this is nothing, I told myself, compared to the ghost dog that I encountered when I first entered the doomsday fantasy, this is just a small test.

Slow down your breath and stay calm, just like pulling a cocoon, chewing on the rhythm of this seemingly continuous sound, just like catching the murmur of accidental mistakes in playing piano music, letting go of your heart, I believe in my ears, nose, and the consciousness cultivated in countless crises. Just coming to the blood cocoon, a movement that is not the sound of footsteps appeared in perception.

It spreads through the air and crosses the wall. The scenery on the opposite side cannot be confirmed with the line of sight, but it can be used to outline the image in the mind through some secret way.

I instinctively grasped the blood cocoon, lowered my center of gravity, and leaned back. My back is so close to the ground that I can clearly feel the martial universe, the holy king, the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne, the god, the proud world, the strongest, abandon the young, the big Zhou, the king, the night kills the god, the **** seal throne Seeking the devil, proud of the world, the strongest of the nine layers Abandoned Shao Da Zhou's imperial clan to the back of the black robe dragged heavily in the stagnant water ~ IndoMTL.com ~ crashing, the sound of stepping on the water burst like a bamboo joint, and a bullet penetrated the wall in front and grazed my forehead.

It feels hot, and there is a trace of blood overflowing.

The sound of the wind rolled in from the window, a cloud of gray mist shot in like a snake, and then a figure threw in from the window, shooting like a Swift, flying sideways into the whirlpool. The moment the gun was aimed at me, all my hairs seemed to stand up, twisting my waist according to my instinct, and at the same time throwing the blood cocoon to the other side. The body is like a speeding car that loses its center after being floated. It rolled quickly under the force of inertia, and suddenly fell into a stalemate. On the way, I felt the martial arts. The king made the sacred king. The night kills the gods. Abandoning the young man, the great Zhou, the imperial family, will kill the god, the king, and the throne, seeking the devil, the world, the strongest, the nine heavens, Killing God, God Seal Throne Seeking Demon, Ao Shi Nine Heavens, the strongest abandoning the strong wind of Shao Da Zhou's imperial clan when a few bullets grazed the body.

Hidden away, but his body lost control. Heaven and Earth kept turning upside down until they hit an abandoned wooden cabinet. But there was a running sound above my head, and then another string of bullets fell through the top wall. If it hadn't been for my sore bones and dodge in time, I would have long since become a sieve.