Samsara Paradise: Shadow King

Chapter 45 Hunting the Imitation God Soldier

Although he hurriedly and slowly hurried, Zhao Zijin still failed to reach the city before it was destroyed. Fortunately, the two pseudo-god soldiers had not left yet.

"Let's go! We have been allowed to rest here for 6 hours before heading to the next place with the Fourth Battalion!"

Edgar reached out and scratched the messy beard on his chin, and the sharp nails hurt him.

"Uh-huh! I need to take a nice hot bath!"

Christopher patted the white coat on his body and stood up. Looking through the damaged holes, one could see that a large part of his skin had turned to stone.

The erosion of the power of the pseudo-god soldiers left some animalistic characteristics on them forever, and as they continued to transform into mythical creature forms, the degree of the appearance of animalistic characteristics would deepen. This process is irreversible.

In fact, they have looked past the changes that happened to them, but what they can't accept are the private discussions of some Northern Allied soldiers.

"Those guys are becoming more and more like monsters!"

"They were monsters! That monster was right in front of me, piercing a man's chest with his arm! It was so scary!"

"Staying in a camp with such monsters, you don't know how I slept in fear every night! Every day I was worried that they would go crazy while we were asleep."

"Do you know where all the corpses that disappeared on the battlefield went? I once secretly saw them being secretly sent into the tent of that group of monsters."

Many of the people who said these words were even rescued from the battlefield by their pseudo-god soldiers, which made them feel calmer.

Noticing the strange looks from the soldiers along the way, Edgar tightened his sleeves and clenched them tightly into fists.

Why? Why do we respect us like gods when we need to rely on our strength in war, and then mock us like wild beasts after seeing our ferocious posture? Why are there two such ugly faces?

"Please, give me all the money and let us go!"

The woman's shrill scream attracted the attention of the two people. They stopped and looked towards the dim alley where the sound came from.

I saw a soldier wearing a Northern Confederate Army uniform carrying a large bag in one hand and dragging a woman by her hair in the alley.

"Hey! You bastard!"

Christopher frowned and rushed forward without thinking.

Edgar wanted to stop him. In his opinion, a soldier who wandered back and forth between life and death for a long time during the war, and whose tense nerves prompted them to do any evil deeds, would be understood by him. If they were forced to restrain themselves, Edgar wanted to stop him. Desire will only make their mental state worse and affect the next battle.

Besides, the relationship between their pseudo-soldiers and ordinary soldiers is already tense enough, and if they create conflicts over such a trivial matter, the gains outweigh the losses.

It's just a southerner on the left and right, it's none of their business, just let the soldier do whatever he wants, the worst thing is to leave here, out of sight, out of mind.

Christopher angrily slapped the soldier on the wrist. The soldier felt the pain and let go of his hand holding the woman's hair. He pushed him again and pushed him to the wall, whereupon the bag fell from his hand. Come down, the jewelry rolled to the floor.

Well, jewelry! ?

The dim environment could not hide the sparkle of the jewelry in Edgar's eyes, and he began to walk inside as he originally stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Then, he saw the "ordinary soldier" who was arguing with Christopher punch him into the wall!

St. Paul, St. George, Butterfly, Crowfeather and five shadows blocked both ends of the alley. Edgar knew that those who came were evil, so he decisively transformed into the form of a mythical creature.

Edgar was lying on the ground, a sweet smell emanating from his green body: "Who are you?"

No one answered his question - the shadow soldiers were temporarily unable to express themselves in words - the silver-white sword light lit up, and murderous intent suddenly appeared!

Bricks and stones flew apart, and Christopher transformed into a gargoyle, flapping his wings and killing "ordinary soldier" Zhao Zijin.

With both claws facing each other, St. Paul stood in front of Zhao Zijin. With St. George and the three shadows fighting for him, there was no need to worry about being defeated. Zhao Zijin carefully prepared to use the [Hand of the Dominator] to prevent Christopher from flying into the sky and escaping from their encirclement.

Several pairs of stone claws protruded from the human-shaped holes on the wall again. A group of gargoyles that looked like they were carved out of a mold flew out. Saint George stepped forward and swept out the flaming sword. These gargoyles were obviously inferior to Their bodies could not withstand a single blow and were cut in half, turning into rubble.

The difficult part about this trick is that Christopher can use these rubbles to reorganize their bodies at any time, just like Zhao Zijin reborn the shadow soldiers, who appear continuously.

Christopher infiltrates into them as his real body, and when he suddenly attacks, the shadow soldiers will also suffer a hidden loss in the fight.

Edgar's figure became transparent and disappeared in front of Butterfly and Crow Feather. However, the space in the alley was only so big. As long as the attack covered a general area, there was no need to worry about not being able to catch his whereabouts.

Therefore, Zhao Zijin focused more on dealing with the gargoyles. Their number was so large that they blocked the only light in the alley. If it continued to increase like this, there was no guarantee that the missing gargoyles would escape and let the north The Allies discovered something unusual here.

Zhao Zijin smashed a charging gargoyle with his fist. Suddenly, he felt a palpitation in his heart. His head suddenly tilted back. A bright yellow beam penetrated the wall and passed by his eyes, grazing a strand of hair. A hole the size of a bucket was blasted into the wall on one side.

There are snipers! ?

Zhao Zijin raised his hand and released Siwa, asking her to follow the traces of the beam. Did what he worried about finally happen?

The girl put down the cylinder in her hand and fired a single shot. It was so powerful that it could kill someone in seconds. It was equipped with a scope. Well, it was indeed a sniper! The only drawback is that the temperature will rise rapidly after one shot, and it will be impossible to hold it without cooling.

"I'm worried that I can't find a chance to continue to increase the favorability of two pseudo-god soldiers! I really need a pillow when I get sleepy! Don't worry, I will burn high incense for you in the future to thank you!"

Spotting a black figure coming out of the alley, the girl immediately judged that the other person was coming towards her. She raised her hand and threw out the hook. The buckle connected to her arm pulled her to leap over the building, and she jumped over the building from time to time. Take out a black circular tube-shaped metal object and fix it on the surface of these buildings.

The person was still flying in the air, feeling that her big sniper, that is, the cylinder had cooled down. The girl took it out again, and the flesh of her left eye turned and deformed, revealing the mechanical electronic eye under the disguise. OK The direction of the alley just now, "boom"! Another shot!

"Damn it, didn't Siwa catch up with that guy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zijin, who was avoiding the shooting in a panic, heard a loud explosion, and then Siwa's death reminder came.

This shot instantly killed Crow Feather. He used [Mist Stance] a beat slower and was directly blasted to pieces by the bright yellow beam.

Edgar and Christopher also knew that someone was helping them, and their fighting style changed to a dogfight. They did not seek to cause many effective casualties in a direct confrontation, but just fought steadily, protected themselves, and dragged the shadow soldiers as much as possible. .

If you continue to delay, even if you can kill two pseudo-god soldiers, you will not be able to escape from the city!

As if they sensed Zhao Zijin's anxious mood, the shadow soldiers accelerated their attack pace. Edgar, who was already slightly weaker than the pseudo-human soldiers, was quickly injured under such an attack, and he panicked and asked his comrades for help:

"Help me, I can't hold it anymore!"

"Hold on a little longer!"

The gargoyle that Christopher made out of the bricks and stones of ordinary buildings was not as strong as expected. Otherwise, it would not have been so stretched during the battle. He could barely maintain his posture and still have the energy to help. other side.

With no other choice, Edgar's eyes wandered to the deepest part of the alley, and he looked at Clover who was fighting between the two sides.

Capture her and use her as your hostage! Let the enemy throw a rat weapon!

Edgar took action as soon as the idea came up!

(End of this chapter)