Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

220 Ultimate Firepower

Huge resistance came from the front of the black umbrella, and then several silver spider silks penetrated the umbrella surface and penetrated my thighs, shoulders, and abdomen. (Starting novels ~ reading novels online) I don't have any understanding of Ranwen Novels Network, as long as there is no such point as death that pierces the heart and skull, no matter how serious the wound is, it can be recovered with the power of graystone.

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Huge resistance came from the front of the black umbrella, and then several silver spider silks penetrated the umbrella surface and penetrated my thighs, shoulders, and abdomen. I do n’t understand Ranwen Fiction Net, as long as there is no such thing as death in the heart and head, no matter how serious the wound is, I can recover with the power of gray stone.

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

I pushed the black umbrella hard, but the black umbrella seemed to collapse under the attack of this galaxy. There was a voice in my heart that told me loudly that you would call out a lion-like roar, drive out the withdrawal and fear in your heart, and burst a little cohesive force at this moment.

Go, Gaochuan, get rid of this block stone

The world in front of me seems to be slow at this moment.

mine……

The will seems to emerge from the deep ocean, as if from me, and as if from a certain deep existence. The collapse of the black umbrella seemed to stop.

drill……

Condensed with this will, the umbrella shrunk backwards and became thicker in the contraction. It was more like a drill than an umbrella.

Losing the shade of the umbrella, the scene in front of me gradually emerged. Under the silver wave, there was a man who was like the center of the universe, and then—

The black drill spins up

The will that rotates with the black drill shoots out a fierce Mars, and all the silver thread pierced into the previous black umbrella is twisted mercilessly.

"My drill bit can break through the sky"

Time suddenly speeded up, an explosive airflow was sprayed from the back of the drill bit. Under the impetus of this force, I only felt that I became a meteor, falling continuously, falling

The silver in front of him was ripped open a huge mouth, making the sound of leather cracking. It wanted to close, but the speed of tearing was faster.

Even the thoughts can't be gathered together, and the will can't be turned. Another slight resistance came, and the gaze of the eyes seemed to be frozen. The figure standing below suddenly cracked to both sides before leaving an impression on the eye mask. The **** and massive objects spread like an explosion. The solid ground suddenly appeared in front of me, but it hit like a ball of cotton. When I recovered, I found myself squatting in a big pit, holding a long handle with both hands.

The other end of the handle sinks deep into the ground until you can't see the shape.

The **** wind and rain spilled from above and landed around him, making a puffy puffy sound.

I let go of the handle and stared blankly at this 10-meter round crater. It was as if it had been hit by a meteorite. I can't believe it was caused by myself. Although the scene at that moment was vivid, the feeling at that time was like looking at flowers in the fog. The more you wanted to capture it, the more dim. Is the voice I heard the voice of my own heart, or is the "Jiang" deep in the body talking?

It turned out that the demons were able to exert such great power under the drive of will, but it was not without the disadvantages of the literary novel network. The drill weapon in front of him seemed to volatilize and spread out inch by inch from the handle. It did not change back to the gray fog without burning the fiction net, just like the last trace of the power to maintain the fog form was also exhausted, like the dry ashes gently floating in the wind. The dust is getting thinner and thinner, the particles are getting smaller and smaller, and they disappear completely in less than a while.

In the end, only a fist-sized mist of gray escaped from the deep hole, condensed into a dagger and fell on my palm. A feeling of tiredness and hunger emerged from the talisman like a tide, making my arms tremble with help.

This blow was really dead, and it was not clear how much sequelae there was. To gain power far beyond common sense, it is necessary to pay a high price. This is fair and I have nothing to complain about. I shuddered to take out the gray stone from my pocket, but after a while there was no movement to replenish the power of Ranwen Fiction Net. After a moment of awakening, I was awakened. In this temporary data hedging space, the magic pattern cannot be used. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly, the backlash from the sharing of the senses of the demons, so that my head was not clear.

I put the gray stone into the mouth and swallowed it like a medicine. The hard solid slipped from the throat. The weird feeling was not very good. It even made people doubt whether the gastric juice could digest it. This trick was learned from Fu Jiang. Even after obtaining the magic pattern, she always took gray stone as a jelly bean. I really don't understand why she could show that sweet expression.

Compared with digestion with magic patterns, this swallowing method makes the effect of gray stone power slower, and each increase of power takes longer. However, you can clearly feel the process of this power moisturizing the body, and every cell and internal organs become stronger during this process. Perhaps, for Fu Jiang, this slow and clear, gradually recovering and powerful feeling can make her feel more happy.

After restoring the strength of my actions, I used my hands and feet and used the big pit. It is dangerous to stay in this place again. Such a big movement will inevitably alarm the soldiers responsible for the inspection.

Unlike in reality, these soldiers were once affiliated with the Fandog Force, and their bodies were strengthened by the drug "paradise". They have rich combat experience and are ruthless, and they pay more attention to teamwork than succeeding in individual heroism. In addition, their identity in this temporary hedge space is also an elite wizard. Having a mask that can use spells, the threat is not comparable to that of two elite wizards in casual clothes.

I have met several of these soldiers on the street before. From the perspective of passersby, whether they are ordinary black robe wizards or elite wizards in casual clothes, they all hold the attitude of flood beasts and even prefer to bypass. If Having to pass by next to them would also speed up the pace with fear, let alone talk in front of them. Now recalling the scene where I was passing by them and passing by them, I couldn't help but feel a little lucky that I didn't see through them, just because they didn't have such a unique nose as the female bartender. .

According to the black-robed wizard we captured before, the number of soldiers patrolling the bustling streets is not large. Most soldiers perform missions outside, and most of the rest will usually stay on the edge of the street. This area under construction is clearly within the scope of their actions.

When I jumped out of the big pit with my blood cocoon, I immediately noticed the strangeness in the air. Since joining the Security Bureau, there have been few big scenes I have seen, and most of them are fierce battles of Jedi counterattacks. It was not the rookie who was unaware of the potential danger. Although the people around here have tried to cover up their whereabouts with the help of architecture and fog, and even have no direct contact with the target, but they emit a cold and cruel smoke like hyena, as if they were in the heat of summer A piece of ice makes goose bumps on the skin.

If you run away from everything, there is a two-thirds chance of breaking through the encirclement. But what greeted us next was the investigation and sweeping like the wind and clouds. The residents in "Street" are about one thousand, and they must have a strict management method. It is not difficult to find five or six strangers who accidentally break in. Even if we want to retreat temporarily, we have not burned novels. The net found a way to leave the street.

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

What if they were allowed to wipe out these soldiers? According to the information obtained from the black robe mage, the guard area of ​​these soldiers is fixed, in order to avoid being evacuated from the mountain by the enemy when an unknown attack occurs. Therefore, the soldiers who first assumed the area attacked by the enemy, while shouldering the decoy and reconnaissance missions, were to give up the survivors of more definite information for subsequent battles.

For an attack that does not know when or where it will be launched from, the area chosen by the enemy to defend itself becomes an abandoned child, but it is just bad luck. There is nothing to complain about. Therefore, they will try their best to complete their tasks and will not receive more reinforcement until they are completely eliminated.

Since the emergence of the "street", there has never been a situation where the security of a certain area has been slaughtered. If there is no actual baptism in Ranwen Fiction Net, the operation of this defense system may seem a bit sluggish.

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

If all the guard soldiers in this warning zone are killed, the street defense system will likely react slowly, or even fall into immature chaos. Take advantage of this opportunity to raid mask workshops and teleports, and the chance of success will not be too small.

With the previous experience of fighting elite wizards, although this time the enemy is no longer plain clothes, but soldiers, but their cards are no longer secret. If he can be caught by surprise, it will be easier than the previous battle.

The only problem is that quark is too expensive in the previous battles, and the graystone power cannot be replenished in time, so it can only continue to fight in the form of a dagger.

The mere ability to act is really a headache. Judging from the intuitive response of the body, I do n’t think I was directly observed by the soldiers. Before being locked, I bowed and sprinted into the wreckage of a building, hiding my shape with the shadow extending from the root of the wall . The blood cocoon unfastened from the back rests on the corner of the wall, while watching the movement outside, while waiting for the blood cocoon to hatch.

This time the parasitic time has been much longer than before, so people can't help worrying about what will go wrong.

A slight stepping sound came from above the head, and I was close to the wall, slowly moving my body into a pile of abandoned building materials next to me, and looking through the gap to the upper gap. It is unclear whether it will be torn down and rebuilt, or the house under construction is very similar to the house on the main street, taller and more open than the houses on the branch road, there are only three floors, and the roof is not built well. , Open-heartedly embraced the gray fog.

The rain line hit the stone and split into countless splashes of water. The water flowed along the gap, making a murky sound. A boot appeared in the gap, and the water was squeezed out, making a loud and sudden sound. The owner of the military boots stopped in place, and more sounds of treading on the water were intensively heard from both sides. There are about three soldiers passing through this building, two of which seem to fall into the street, the movement becomes inaudible, and disappears completely after a while.

If you now look out from the hole in the wall that was originally a window, you might see more soldiers gathering near the big pit. Such a scene appeared in my mind, but more attention was paid to the gap in the top of the head. On the one side, I picked up a twine in the building material, cut it with a dagger to a meter long, and tied stones at both ends to create Four simple stumbling blocks.

The soldier did not know what was found, and returned to it after wandering for a while. But he also couldn't seem to be sure that I was hiding in this building. Neither the blood cocoon nor the place where I hid can be seen directly from the gap, unless he is willing to creep the body to the ground, keeping the same height as the previous boots.

However, I also suspect that he is suspicious and attracting my attention. After all, this building is indeed very suitable for hiding, and as a battle-stricken soldier, after generating suspicion for whatever reason, he has not burned the text. Fiction Network immediately and thoroughly searched for buildings, this decision is not normal. The experience of multiple births and deaths is enough to make me understand that the fluke will only let me fall into a more dangerous situation. Perhaps his companions have quietly surrounded this building during this period, and I will rush in unexpectedly some time.

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

The idea came like a signal gunshot, and I rushed out of the building materials according to the method I learned in the previous battle by sprinting against the ground with my foot strength. When the other side's body just appeared halfway, he had come to the back of his side along the trajectory of the semi-arc, while stumbling off the stumbling line, he stepped on a louder sound of water and continued to go around the other side.

The soldier was really fooled, turned his body in the direction of my last stop in the air, and when he realized that it was inappropriate, the tripwire that had flew out of the blind spot of the vision had already wrapped around his neck and neck. The power of this simple stumbling block could not cause any damage to it, but an accident, a moment of suffocation, was enough for him to make a subconscious reaction.

When he stretched his hand to the stumbling line around his neck, the dagger I threw hard into the heart. He didn't die immediately, 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 was turned forward by one of them to avoid it. By the way, I kicked my heel on the handle of the black dagger and penetrated his chest completely.

"Uh--" He groaned and screamed that his throat was blocked, and the soldiers spit bleeding foam. Before he stumbled to the ground, I rolled under his feet to catch the dagger drilled from the back. When he stood up, he grabbed his belt and lifted it, lest he make a loud noise when he landed, and at the same time he drew his dagger to cut off his cervical spine and trachea. This time, even if his self-healing power is strengthened, he will not escape.

If these Superman soldiers fortified with the drug "paradise" die incompletely, they will likely become zombies, which can also be used as raw materials for the manufacture of limestone. However, I haven't tried many times, because when taking this kind of gray stone, I sometimes feel that I am eating people, and now I can't use the power of the magic pattern.

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 at the beginning, the window directly overlooks the street, so the possibility of being noticed by soldiers on the street cannot be ruled out. I was mentally prepared, but when I looked up out of the window, the imaginary soldiers gathered at the big pit disappeared. They didn't leave the literary novel network to leave, the smell of the hyena in the air became stronger and stronger. These soldiers are not easy to get along with.

I squatted my body slightly, trying to hide my body under the horizontal line of the window, while moving towards the blood cocoon while listening to the noise in the rain. If someone sneaks in quietly and wants to ambush, it is unlikely to hide their footsteps in the standing water. The sound of the rain was very loud, and there were still dull thunders rolling from time to time, but this was nothing. I told myself that this was only a small test compared to the ghost dog I encountered when I first entered the Doomsday Realm.

Slow down your breath and stay calm, just like pulling the cocoon, chewing the rhythm of the sound that seems to be in one piece here, just like catching the murmur of accidental mistakes in playing piano music, let go of your soul and believe your own Ears, nose and consciousness cultivated in countless crises. Just came to the blood cocoon, a movement that did not belong to the footsteps appeared in the consciousness.

It spreads through the air and crosses the wall. The opposite view cannot be confirmed by sight, but it can outline the image in the mind through a certain way.

I instinctively grasped the blood cocoon, lowered the center of gravity, and backed backward. My back and the ground are so close that I can clearly feel the martial arts, the Holy King, the Holy King, the sacred king, the night killing the **** seal, the throne Qiu Ao Nine Chongtian strongest abandoned young Da Zhou royalty martial Qiankun will kill God God Seal Throne Qiu Mo Ao Nine Chongtian strongest abandoned young Da Zhou royal family God will kill God God Seal Throne night Abandon the royal family of Shao Da Zhou to the back with a heavy black robe dragged in the water ~ www.readwn.com ~ Wow la la, the sound of stepping on the water burst like a bamboo joint, and a bullet penetrated the front wall and wiped from my forehead Ever.

A hot feeling, a trace of blood overflowed.

The sound of wind was drawn in from outside the window, and a cloud of gray fog shot like a snake, and then a figure was thrown out of the window, shooting like Swift, flying sideways into the vortex. At the moment when the gun pointed at me, all my hairs seemed to stand up, twisting my waist according to my intuition, and throwing the blood cocoon to the other side. The body is like a flying car that lost its center after drifting, and it quickly rolled under the power of inertia. It suddenly fell to a seven-meat and eight-meat. On the way, I felt the martial arts. Abandoned the young Zhou Dynasty will kill the God of the Immortal Throne in the night and seek the best of the world. The killing **** seal throne begs for the most powerful world, and the strong wind when the royal family of Shao Da Zhou is discarded until a few bullets wipe the body.

He escaped, but his body was out of control, and heaven and earth kept turning upside down until he hit a disused wooden cabinet. But the sound of running on the top of my head followed by a series of bullets falling through the top wall. If I had a pain in my bones, I dodge it in time, and it has already become a sieve.