Super Marvel: I let the moon come

Chapter 123 is easy to understand

A hand that blended into the surrounding environment and was hard to see suddenly grabbed the muscular man's clothes and quickly pulled the muscular man back who was about to be hit in the head!
The muscular man took two steps back in shock before stabilizing himself so that he would not fall.

"Thank you, Marcel." He looked at Marcel, who he thought had made no sound and was quietly observing the surroundings.

"You're welcome, but be careful. If you are really stabbed in the eye by his short gun, you will die. His gun cannot heal Kelly and cannot help you." Marcel clearly stated the current situation.
Diarmuid looked at them but did not rush towards them. He just kicked the demon-breaking red rose into the air and was held by him with his left hand.

The muscular man looked at Diarmuid, who had both guns, and said in shock: "Why don't we go together? He is so powerful with just one gun, let alone two guns now."

"Hey! You guys have no brains? Have you forgotten that there is a woman shooting arrows in the distance? If we go up, will that woman also go up? Don't talk about dividing the troops. If we divide the troops, we will be more likely to die." The proud woman's said
"But this guy is really ridiculously strong. This is the first time I've encountered someone who can beat me so badly without being able to break through my defense?" the muscular man said in a panic.
"Let's go together. Charlene, please pay attention to whether there are any arrows coming from a distance. What is that woman thinking? Shouldn't she be fighting against the enemy with this man at this time?" Marcel said solemnly.

It is true that normal people think that one is in the front row and the other is in the back. This is a very safe thing, but this is what normal people think!It doesn't represent what Diarmuid and the others think.

Atalanta fired an arrow, and Diarmuid knew their level after just one fight!
There is a little bit of earth on Marcel's cane, and palms keep popping up from the surrounding earth. These palms that are integrated with the environment are all pressing down like Diarmuid!
The muscular man slowly and carefully pressed forward with these palms.

Diarmuid has a rough understanding of the basic level of modern human combat effectiveness. To put it this way, he is a bit disappointed. Is it so weak with such a high ether content?
Although he also understands that these people are definitely not the top beings, they should also not be the lowest beings!

Diarmuid sighed secretly, and rushed over while flipping his guns.

The long spear swept across and the short spear thrust forward. The long one and the short one were coordinated perfectly, and all the pressing palms were cut off in an instant.

Marcel's face changed greatly and he exclaimed: "How is this possible? My magic palm can be cut off? Wait, no, it's Faribuse, be careful!"

Compared with holding a gun with both hands, holding a long gun with one hand can make fewer changes and requires more strength, but once it explodes, it is terrifyingly powerful!
And Diarmuid not only holds a long gun in one hand, he also has a short gun in the other hand. Between one long and one short, Diarmuid is not afraid of the restraint of any weapon!

The inevitable yellow rose kept hitting the muscular man's body under the cover of the demon-breaking red rose, but the defense was not broken every time, even if the muscular man heard Marcel's reminder, in this case he was wary It’s also gradually declining!
At this time, the palm that had been severed by the demon-breaking Red Rose had reappeared, and had surrounded Diarmuid and the muscular man from all directions, and was constantly pressing down on them!
Diarmuid did not turn his head, but continued to attack the muscular man alternately with his yellow spear and red spear.

When the palm finally reached the point where it could intervene on the battlefield, Marcel breathed a sigh of relief. The muscular man finally relaxed when he saw the palm gripping Diarmuid's tight body.

Diarmuid didn't want to play anymore. There was nothing surprising about these palms. He stepped on the ground and unleashed his magic power. The raging torrent of magic power instantly knocked these palms away!
The demon-breaking red rose stabs with all its strength!The palm that directly penetrated the muscular man's blockage passed through his left chest!The muscular man's eyes were full of shock. He wanted to say something but couldn't. He fell down directly!

"What you call defense seems to be copper skin and iron bones, invulnerable, but in essence it is just a defense composed of magic power, which is completely different from its own defense! My demon-breaking red rose is specifically designed for this."

"And this kind of defense is not reliable at all. I believe that even in this era, there will be many people who can easily break through your defense. Your fighting style should not be like this. Your fighting style should focus on skills and body movements. Insurance, in this case you can defeat many people who are stronger than you." Diarmuid commented lightly.

It can only be said that in the original Fiona Knights, people like the muscular man could not survive for three days. After all, there were many people with natural divine power in the Age of Gods, but there was never anyone who could rule the roost with only natural divine power!

What's more, muscular men like this are not considered to be born with supernatural powers. Have you ever seen anyone who can wrestle with a giant?Have you ever seen someone who can lift a mountain with his bare hands?But what happened next?They are all dead!No one can leave a name in the myth!
"Archer, do you want to try their methods? If not, I will deal with them all?" Diarmuid ignored the four people in front of him who were so shocked that they lost control of their expressions.

The strange thing was that no words came from Atalanta.

The four of them couldn't help but look at each other and retreated silently.

Diarmuid raised his eyebrows. He didn't believe that Atalanta didn't have itchy hands!
really!Diarmuid heard something!
Atalanta did not respond with words. What he responded to was a rain of arrows that penetrated three or four floors and then fell quickly.

Arrows fell from the sky, like a punishment from the sky, deafening but silent!It penetrated four people instantly without any preparation!

As it penetrated, the power remained intact and instantly shattered the ground beneath their feet, falling downwards along with their corpses!

Diarmuid stood on the edge of the land shattered by arrows, looked at their corpses buried in rubble, and joked: "Aren't you going to play with them at all? Isn't one of them using their abilities?" Maybe there really is a magician among them who fits our impression.”

Atalanta walked slowly in front of Diarmuid: "You can already see their full level in the short battle with them. That person named Jinpin is also the overlord of the party, and the people under him are not It’s the most rubbish. Looking at it this way, the level of modern magicians is really unsatisfactory.”

"Well...it is indeed weak, but its abilities are very interesting. If it is developed and developed, it may be a difficult opponent. Unfortunately, if you only rely on such abilities to fight, you may face some "ordinary people" who will overturn it." Di Lu Muduo said matter-of-factly
(End of this chapter)