Why do you want to call me

Sitting still in his seat, Ji Yan observed the weapons in the hands of those believers with some curiosity.

Isn't this a gun?

The crow's blood-red beads turned around, and looked at the cloak he was wearing, which had a huge hole in it.

It was a projectile that flew over just now and hit the shadow's body.

Perhaps it is because of the special structure of its body.

The shadow wasn't hurt at all, only the cloak was hurt.

There was a gun...

Does that mean that gunpowder also appeared in this world?

Ji Yan was a little moved, and then urged the shadow to stand up and walk over there.

Naturally, he was curious about this red mist, and that weird book had its own

Some familiar.

But facing the familiar weapons from the previous life, Ji Yan is obviously more interested in this strange gun.

Especially what is the power to send the projectile out of the muzzle.

He had seen the power of these weapons just now, and it was already quite impressive.

Facing some weak warlocks, they can directly split their bodies in two.

If it is under the overwhelming barrage, it may be difficult for even mid-level warlocks to resist.

Some believers spotted this person walking towards them and pulled the trigger on him one after another.

The white steam suddenly rose, and several bullets with extremely high heat shot fiercely at Ji Yan with a swift and fierce posture.

But his figure did not dodge or dodge, the bullet still tore through his clothes and shot into his body.

It's just like a stone sinking into the sea, without any movement, without the slightest wave.

Ji Yan continued to walk towards the believer with gentle steps, his eyes drifting away from the gun in his hand.

The exquisite gun body is engraved with various exquisite patterns, like a collection of nobles.

But at this moment, this kind of artwork is used to slaughter those warlocks.

Yes, low-level warlocks face this steam rifle.

It does feel like a massacre.

Their mysterious factor can't be completely separated from the body, and the content can't support them to carry out long-range attacks.

In the past, low-level warlocks who were able to fight against enemies several times, all they could do in front of this was to live a little longer.

Facing Ji Yan who was getting closer, those believers continued to load the projectile with a blank expression, and then pulled the trigger.

But still nowhere, even if it made him stop one step, he couldn't do it.

When he wanted to continue reloading, Ji Yan had already ordered the shadows to take away the weapons in their hands.

The believer saw that he had nothing in his hand, so he dealt with Ji Yan with his bare hands.

Shadow hugged the steam rifle he had snatched from his arms, and looked up at these people who seemed to be massaging himself with some doubts.

Thinking of Ji Yan's order not to eat people, he kicked him with both feet.

Ji Yan didn't say anything.

He didn't believe that these people would be believers of the Twilight Cult.

Ji Yan couldn't see any signs of fear and anxiety on them, just like a machine without emotion.

Even fanatics find it difficult to do this.

This is obviously being mind controlled by someone.

But seeing this scene, he always felt that he should have seen it somewhere before, and it looked familiar.

But his attention was soon on the gun in Shadow's arms.

Looking at the weirdly shaped steam rifle, it looks like a medieval style.

Ji Yan turned the shadow around so that he could observe more conveniently.

Looking at the tank above and the dense exhaust device, there is no trace of the use of gunpowder at all.

In addition, he didn't see anything like gunpowder on those people just now.

Ok……

Ji Yan's mind suddenly remembered the settings commonly used in modern different worlds.

That's steam.

It can be seen from the steam train that things with steam as the main power have gradually penetrated into people's lives.

So this kind of gun, since it is not driven by gunpowder.

So it shouldn't really use steam as power.

In his previous life, Ji Yan had never heard of guns powered by steam, but the power was definitely not so high.

So is the technology tree of this world really on steam?

Ji Yan asked Shadow to put away the things, and then he will study them carefully.

Always research something.

To be able to harvest this today is already a huge surprise.

Seeing that the number of people resisting was getting smaller and smaller, Ji Yan asked the shadow to walk towards the high platform.

His eyes fell on the strange

above the books.

There are various stitching marks on it.

The red mist in the air spotted Ji Yan, and then gathered towards it, trying to stop him.

However, after the red mist entered the shadow's body, it didn't have the same effect on the warlock.

Instead, let the shadow slowly digest and enjoy the meal.

The red mist froze in place for a moment, seemingly at a loss.

In her perception, this figure is like a black hole, almost completely accepting the red mist.

Those who went in had no more news, and directly cut off contact.

Seeing Ji Yan's figure getting closer and closer to the Gospel book on the high platform.

The witch ordered people to take away the Gospel and at the same time blocked it.

Look at the person blocking in front of you.

Ji Yan didn't pay attention to it, but directly turned the shadow into a blurred shadow and bypassed them.

These people who came to stop were right in front of the mysterious man.

But they suddenly found that the figure of the mysterious man disappeared, leaving only a cloak in place.

Looking at the slowly falling black cloaks floating in the air, it was even more difficult for these people's small brains to think at this moment.

Now that the person to be blocked has disappeared, I just consider myself to have completed the task.

Then it went to other places for reinforcements.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A figure kicked away the people surrounding him, creating a gap, and then flashed out with a dexterous posture.

This agile posture made the people on the side who had been paying attention to this side couldn't help but click their tongues.

So that he didn't notice the attacking person for a while.

"boom!"

The fist wind swept across, and the hard fist directly knocked the opponent unconscious.

"Although you are my bodyguard, you can't just take care of me."

Christine said in a deep voice, and then another figure rushed over.

"Understood, Your Highness."

Curdy felt a little ashamed. As a bodyguard, she still needed the princess to save her.

Although this is not a real body, this kind of behavior has already failed its duty.

But I didn't expect that Her Royal Highness Princess's martial arts skills were so superb, even more powerful than myself.

As expected of His Highness.

Christine silently observed the surrounding situation.

It turned out that the situation was not very good.

Looking at his arm like an iron fist, fortunately, that person added a little more material, otherwise the puppet would soon face damage.

And this red mist seems to have other effects.

She watched many people fall down inexplicably.

That is to say, he and Kodi are using the bodies of dolls, and it wouldn't be much better if they came in real bodies.

Suddenly, Christine seemed to know why he loved dolls so much.

Chapter 290 A Dead End

Christine used a skillful gesture to avoid the pounced figure of the other party.

Sweeping his eyes around, the red mist seemed to be much thinner for some reason.

This gave the remaining ones a chance to breathe.

Most of them chose to escape from this place.

At least go to a position where there is no red mist, otherwise their strength will always be lost.

"Your Highness, are we not leaving?"

Curdy gathered beside Christine, then asked softly.

go?

Christine looked at his guard with a strange look in his eyes, and at the same time punched a figure out.

"Why are you leaving?"

She tapped on her arm, making a muffled "dong dong".

They are puppets now, and they cannot be involved in their own bodies.

"Oh... I see, Your Highness."

Ke Di suddenly realized that she hadn't changed her mind for a while, and she still used the old way of thinking to judge the problem.

Christine looked at the deeper hall, and the red mist seemed to gather there, completely blocking her eyes.

It's just that there are many people blocking him in front of him, so it's not an option to go on like this.

Fortunately, the only remaining people attracted the attention of these believers at this time, and there were far fewer people.

She pulled her guard and walked around quietly.

Seeing His Highness's skillful movements, Curdy looked a little dazed.

Why is Her Royal Highness so proficient in doing this kind of thing.

But soon she didn't have much time to think about it.

Christine had already led her around to the backstage of the auction house, where they could barely see anyone.

But the red mist became thicker and darker, as if it was about to ooze blood.

A vague shadow, like water, followed the man holding the Gospel in the thick fog.