Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 305: Play (2)
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The defeat of the Hellhound shows that the gray robe standing in front of us is a guy who is stronger than the devil. I don’t know how this man defeated the devil, and I don’t even know whether the gray robe is a human or What else. (Full text e-book for free download) I have doubted whether the other party is the legendary figure with extraordinary power. Before the demon was summoned, we could not confirm the existence of such a character, and now they are just like the demon. , For the whisperer can not but be regarded as a breakthrough. But in any case, the sudden appearance of this guy does not make me feel at ease, and even wary of the power he reveals.
We summoned out the Hellhound and drove this demon into human society. If the people here are righteous and abide by the ideals and principles of demonization, they will definitely be embarrassed with us. This is already in the original plan. Considered. What's more frightening is that if someone is malicious in mind, we must face an enemy more terrifying than demons-a dark power that walks freely in human society, is more common than demons, and more powerful than demons.
I greet everyone to step back and get ready for battle. Compared with our vigilance, the gray robe just stood there, the body was motionless, like a stone, occasionally a white corner appeared under the shadow of the hood, judging from the color and texture, it was not a human face, in the candlelight It smells of inorganic matter, like a kind of cuticle. I think it is a mask. In addition to covering his body with a gray robe, this person also wears a mask, which makes people feel hazy and feels that the other person does not seem to be a good person. Although he didn't show hostility, peace of mind and trust were also out of the question.
The hellhound struggled a few times, trying to stand up, but when it fell to the ground again, the feeling of body collapse became more obvious, and more and more gray fog enveloped it, gradually Earth, this demon has lost the form of a dog. This does not mean the death of the devil. On the contrary, it seems to have returned to its original undisturbed state, and turned into a tornado flying towards the broken window in full view.
I tried to fire a shot at the gray fog, and as before, the bullet passed through the fog and hit the wall without hindrance. However, I don't think it can safely escape the warehouse in this way. Unlike us laymen, the gray robe that stands in that direction is obviously more capable. When it comes to dealing with demons, the other party is the real expert. He stood there calmly, maybe he had the same mood as a cat playing with a mouse when hellhounds dealt with us.
Sure enough, when the gray mist approached him from the air, the gray robe raised his sleeve and revealed a pale hand. The palm is about the size of an ordinary person, but the fingers are very slender, a bit longer than an ordinary person. The part is not bloody, and the joints are so jagged that there is only a piece of skin left. This unusual and ghostly hand made people feel hairy, but when he tapped the air forward with his index finger, a demon-like gray mist sprayed from his fingertips, which was much less than the gray mist turned into by a demon. Many, but equally flexible, turning into a rope as if it were alive.
The gray rope was thrown up, just to entrap the gray fog tornado, no matter how the tornado swings, it can't get rid of it if it expands or shrinks. The tornado couldn't move further towards the window, and the tumbling fog made people clearly feel its struggle. The rope shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, the gray mist was strangled and generally fell to the ground, and the gray mist on the edge began to disperse in strands. The gray robe's wrist rolled over, as if in response to his movement, the gray rope ignited a flame, and in a blink of an eye it became a fire rope, and then there was a violent explosion.
The gray mist of the demon incarnation was blown into two groups, and one group rushed toward the gray robe, and on the way it became a **** dog with only the front half of the body. The crazy aura was full of the smell of rejuvenation. The other group rushed towards us, and did not become another Hellhound, but when we tried to attack it, it suddenly dispersed into dozens of smaller gray mists over everyone’s side, and in everyone’s In dumbfounded, drilled into the facial features of the classmate. Just when we wanted to do something, it was completely submerged in the body of the classmate. All text without ads
We looked at each other and didn't even know what to do, but the occult word "devil possessed" had quietly emerged in the hearts of every whisperer member. The three girls reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to check the body of his classmate. Shirai wanted to stop Morino, for fear that she would be attacked by the classmate who was possessed by the demon, but it was a step too late. The upper body was lifted up.
"How?" I asked, but didn't look back, and continued to face the gray robe on guard. A similarly surprising scene appeared ahead. Only the Hellhound with its upper body opened its sharp teeth and was about to bite the gray robe in half. As a result, the gray robe's index finger clicked, and another gray mist appeared from the fingertips. , At this moment, I heard a small, slurred and unclear voice coming from the man's hood.
It looks like a spell, I thought. The attack method and dress of this weird man in front of him gradually matched the legendary wizard. Is he really a wizard? Do wizards really exist in this world?
Nothing seems to be allowed to deny such a problem.
The gray mist fired by the gray robe of the wizard turned into a shield to block him. The Hellhound was too late, and perhaps had no idea of retreating, so he slammed into the shield so fiercely. The shield twisted a bit and almost turned back into a gray mist, but the Hellhound was not much better. Starting from the teeth, the half of the body showed signs of collapse again. The gray robe's index finger shook slightly, and the unrepaired shield suddenly ejected a sharp spear, piercing the Hellhound.
The Hellhound is in the air, like being framed by a spear that runs through the body, and its body disintegrates faster. After it turned into a gray fog again this time, there was no movement in the gray fog again. The gray robe spread out his palm, and the gray mist immediately poured into the palm, condensing into a gray stone.
The terrible demon was killed. The gray robe held the gray stone in his palm, and the strange hand enough to make the child's nightmare re-hid it in his sleeve. My heart is up and down, I don't know how to deal with this guy. I didn't feel malice from him, but the other party didn't release goodwill here either. Therefore, when he came here in an erratic posture, I raised the muzzle in a demonstration.
"Don't move, or I will shoot!" I shouted.
Shirai and the three girls behind him were busy making a piece. While the gray robe was cleaning up the demons, they checked the body of Shise and did not find any abnormal abnormalities. Instead, they saw what was on Shise’s body. The burn was healing quickly, and at the same time, the body temperature dropped significantly, gradually approaching the level of a normal person. Sakiya told me that although she hadn't woken up yet, she was not as painful as before. Regardless of what the Shise classmates will become when they wake up, at least now, Shirai and I have become the two most injured people.
I threatened Gray Robe repeatedly, and everyone else should have noticed. However, Gray Robe did not heed this threat, and still walked towards us unhurriedly. I don't know what he is thinking, but since the other party didn't explain his thoughts, I can't regard it as a sign of goodwill.
So I shot.
My body is in a state of scorching heat, and waves of pain are coming. After the death of the Hellhound, the energy that was previously accompanied by pain and fighting spirit is inevitably lost. I feel that my legs are beginning to soften, and my vision is changing back and forth in blur and clarity. If I lose consciousness at this time, can I wake up again? With such doubts, I felt even more that I couldn't fall down at this time, otherwise everyone else would become fish on the chopping board and let this gray-robed "witch" slaughter.
"Don't come here!" I pulled the trigger again.
Amidst the gunfire, the bullet hit the gray-robed wizard's forward path as before, to show his attitude: I was only threatening him, not an enemy. However, the gray-robed wizard seemed to not feel this kindness at all, and responded with an indifferent attitude from beginning to end-he stretched out that terrible hand, his index finger was vacant in the air, a cloud of gray mist It came out from the fingertips.
I think this gray fog spell that has both change and power is terrifying, because in the previous battle between the opponent and the devil, I couldn't find a way to contain and resist this power. This cloud of gray fog can be a shield, a bomb, a rope, or a spear, just like what a wizard wants it to become. And where on our side? Everything is left. The shotgun I used only had the last ten bullets left; what kind of trouble can the gray-robed wizards be caused by items that deal with demons, such as "holy water"? It is even harder to imagine using an iron rod to fight a wizard who has experienced many battles, is wise and has mastered the mysterious gray mist.
I even wonder how many people here will survive once he throws the gray mist into a violently exploding fireball at us.
Speaking of disadvantages, I have seen a lot, and when it comes to advantages, I can hardly find them. However, even if I am at an absolute disadvantage, even if I fight for my life, I want everyone behind me to get out of trouble.
"Disperse!" I shouted with my back to everyone behind me, and then took a step forward.
The gray-robed wizard moved his fingers, and the gray mist turned into a spear in a short time. The speed was very fast, but it did not escape my sight. I didn't block it from the front because it looked very powerful, so I turned my body sideways and smashed the iron rod against the barrel of the gun when the spear passed.
The feeling of hitting a real object came from the palm of my hand, and then the power from the spear deflected the iron rod, and even I couldn't help but shake my body. This blow was really powerful. If you resist it head-on, I'm afraid it will be penetrated through your body. At the moment of the confrontation, this thought flashed in my mind. In addition, there was also a feeling of a tight heart, which made me abandon the gray-robed wizard and put all my attention on the off-track spear. superior.
The spear pierced on the ground softened suddenly and turned into a gray rope drawn towards me. I quickly leaned over and let it go, but the rope looped in mid-air like a self-consciousness, almost binding me. These changes were quick and difficult to understand. I was in a hurry and rolled on the ground a few times, and finally persisted until the fog dissipated.
As soon as the gray mist dissipated, I saw the gray robe still standing in place, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that this kind of marvelous spell is not without weaknesses. Even if it does not hit the enemy, it will consume it. To control the changes in the gray fog, the wizard must not be so easy. According to legend, if a wizard wants to cast a spell, he must achieve a high concentration of mental power and attention, and even perform some precise guidance actions, so the body is not easy to move when casting a spell. In response to this weakness, in countless wizard hunts, people used one to attract the wizard's attention and the other to ambush, and successfully buried the wizard in the dark.
Judging from the previous confrontation, the gray-robed man in front of him who may be a "sorcerer" also has the same weakness. Before seeing this gray-robed man, I had never come into contact with a creature like a "witch", so I can't say that my judgment must be correct. However, this judgment that is not necessarily correct has once again let me see the hope of victory.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Sakiya and his party rushing to the corner. Although they could not give obvious instructions, they would definitely find a way to quietly leave the warehouse when the "Wizard" was attracted by me. Past experience will surely let everyone get through this difficult time. As long as I can persist and place everyone in a safe place, Sakiya will become a "lurker" and give this "witcher" a fatal blow. Sakiya is my partner, and she must be able to understand what I think.
In order for them to move smoothly, I moved to the magic circle and put out all the candles around. The warehouse was plunged into darkness. Although there was still nocturnal light, the sudden change in light and darkness was enough to make people blind for a period of time. I also cannot avoid falling into a situation where I can't see things, and there is no guarantee that the gray-robed wizard will be like us, but if I don't do this, the other party will undoubtedly see any small movements. I lifted the soles of my feet, slowed my breathing, and tiptoed away from the magic circle. When there is no way to see the opponent for the time being, I don't want to become the enemy's target.
Yes, the enemy. This unknown "witch" came here not only to kill the devil, but to teach us to finish it in one meal. He is not a good person, and his attack has made it clear that it will kill me. There is no lack of benevolent wizards in the legend, but more stories show the cruelty and evil of wizards. Therefore, I have prepared myself for the bad guy who appeared in front of us. It must be the same for the Eight Views.
When knowing that Morino's demon call will succeed, she must be able to imagine that the Whisperer will really involve in a bizarre and dangerous world. I was also aware of it and made all the preparations I could do for this moment. This battle with the "Witcher" was suddenly unexpected, but its own occurrence was unexpected.
The luminous light gradually filled the warehouse, and as time passed, the situation in the warehouse appeared in the field of vision in a vague posture. During this not long period of time, I did not hear the actions of the wizard and Sakiya and his party, which proved that even if the two sides acted, there was no encounter or fight. Deathly silence lurked endless dangers. Everyone was an assassin walking in the dark. I was crawling on the ground, hiding behind two wooden boxes scattered side by side, and observing the gray-robed wizard who was still standing in place from the gap.
The standing posture of the "Witcher" is like a sculpture. The figures of Sakiya and his group are already close to the gate, but he doesn't seem to notice it, and he doesn't have any intention of turning his head to look around. He seemed to be asleep, and he seemed to be listening. There seemed to be no threat, but his palm was still exposed outside his sleeves, keeping his index finger lightly. I couldn't help but guess that in the darkness of just talent, he cast the gray fog spell again, but he didn't hear the sound of his spell.
What spell did he cast? What is the use? Unable to judge. Even though the things that are transformed from the gray fog are similar in form to ordinary objects, the texture is obviously different. My eyes moved around, but I didn't see the gray fog or any strange gray entities. I was very worried that this spell was heading towards Sakiya and the group, paying special attention to their surroundings, until I watched the group of people drill out of the hole at the damaged door, and then let out a breath.
At this moment, a murmur sounded from the dead warehouse. The sound was like a snake crawling in a mud puddle. Just hearing it made people feel suffocated and uncomfortable. I understood right away that the "witcher" was chanting. Just as I was guessing what spell he was casting, something suddenly wrapped around my ankle.
I haven't had time to react~IndoMTL.com~The huge force has dragged me back. I turned my body desperately, trying to see what was holding me, only to see the gray rope wrapped around my ankle, no one was pulling it, but I moved backward. I grabbed the edge of a wooden box in the middle, and as a result, even the wooden box made a dull sound and was pulled back.
Probably, for the gray rope to emit such a powerful force, the wizard itself consumes a lot of money, right? The gray rope finally stopped, and when I tried to untie it, a violent burning sensation came from my ankle. Just like when the Hellhound was bound, the gray rope turned into flames and exploded shortly thereafter.
I can’t describe how it feels to be blown up by a bomb. I saw my right foot fly out like black charcoal, and then I was overwhelmed by intense pain and shock waves. In that instant, I felt like I was going to die. No one can withstand such a strong explosion at such a close distance but suffer only a little injury. The previous explosion destroyed the iron gate of the warehouse and a demon. I think it is no stronger than them. It is a very strange feeling to realize that death is coming on me, as if something flashed in my mind, and as if there was a blank in my head.
After that, darkness fell.
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