Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

-I must be crazy.

Grasp the neck tightly, press and hold the heart that is about to explode, and feel the agitation proving that he is still alive. This sentence is constantly repeated in Marseille's brain.

He knew exactly what his actions meant. If the previous two times can still be justified as a helpless act under the hood, or a self-protection act forced by the situation, then this time is a complete treason.

Deliberately bypassing surveillance, sneaking into the blockade without reporting, intending to engage with terrorist organizations, or even disrupting arrests, trying to shelter terrorists-any one is enough to send him to the gallows, all charges To be honest... I believe that the chartered executioner will be happy to try the latest method of execution on the whole family in Marseille, and through actual operation comparison to determine which one will best allow the prisoner to enjoy the slow and painful death process.

Marseille loves life and his family. He has never been a passionate and romantic revolutionary, nor a hard-won old man who never misses Charlemagne. He was just an ordinary, cowardly, a bit selfish, and a little civic. Those high-level truths that need to give their lives have nothing to do with him. He has never seen what a real martyr looks like, nor does he want to be a martyr. Spend a life peacefully, on this basis stand out-this is Marseille's overall plan for life. In addition to his life path, he never thought about it.

It should have been this way.

The contact with the girl sent a new wind to Marseille’s unchanging life. The life trajectory and thinking mode that should have been fixed, because of the cracks in the two consecutive contacts. It is not a rebound to be liberated after being suppressed for a long time, it is agitated adolescence, even if it is a well-known momentary blood. When lying in bed, a flash of lightning burst between my brows and hearts, followed by intense thoughts and anxiety that kept tumbling on Marseille's chest.

Distract attention, count sheep, empty your mind, self-consolation, analyze the interests-every method of knowing is tried again, and none is effective.

As long as he remembered the stubborn eyes and the unpretentious happy smile, Marseille's heart could no longer calm down. And when I thought I would never see her again, I might even lose her forever. At the moment of this idea, my body temperature seemed to be lost with cold sweat, my body was stiff, and the whole person seemed to be hollowed out, leaving only one living Empty shell.

Driven by fear and anxiety, the Marseille ghost left the house like a god. Relying on the keen sense of the dangerous atmosphere around him and the guidance of the "current" in his heart, he successfully avoided the surveillance network and dived all the way into the sewer blockade. After entering the sewer, the instincts in the past had seemed to lose the accurate head, and even the sense of direction was inaccurate. When the "wave" composed of screaming, moaning, and howling blew through the entire underground space, the sense of disorder that seemed to be in the mist reached its peak. For a moment, Marseille could not even distinguish up and down, left and right, and it was more than ten. It only took a few seconds for him to regain the feeling of standing on the ground.

--what is that?

Mach gasped, reluctantly pressing the stomach acid back into his throat, and the "voice" just echoed in his heart.

It seems like the screams of thousands of people, no, no. That is not "the voice of this world", it is "the voice of the other shore", it is the cry of countless undead before death, just like the voice from the bottom of hell.

--In the end what happened.

Armed with fear and chill from the depths of the soul, Marseille moved hard, and the previous impulse and blood also subsided after this shock.

After returning to the heavy and cold reality again, the previous action began to decline and even floated slightly with thought.

Just as he tried to clarify the status quo and ideas, a high concentration of Mana rushed into the nerves of Marseille. I don’t know if this phenomenon is a unique change in the life-and-death between powerful magicians, or what is waiting for him in front. The boy strode his legs and hurried towards the depths of Mana's rapids.

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It was a completely unexpected blow.

Although he escaped the cut from the chest with two cuts, he left a shocking wound under the right rib.

"monster……"

Pressing on the armpits, closing the wound with surgery, the girl spit out and hurt, the indifferent cold voice.

"It's more appropriate for you to use it. In that case, you just got a cut, and you avoided the key points and limbs. You can do it like a monster."

Careless dusting, burnt clothes and artificial skin fell off the bare steel frame.

"After all, what's the difference between humans and monsters? If monsters are the products of madness, then humans who oppose reality and reason are the same. The two are just the ends of the mirror."

The smoke gradually dissipated, and "Siren" came with a grin, and under the gleaming dim light, the metallic luster and abdomen were particularly glaring.

Just before the "siren" was about to hit the "earth dragon thorn", only a few centimeters would be penetrated by a sharp stone pillar, and her body exploded.

It’s not an adjective or an exaggerated description, it really exploded.

A total of twelve small anti-infantry mines detonated simultaneously on the abdomen, waist, and back. Five thousand steel **** flew in all directions. Under the impetus of gunpowder, each steel ball was given enough power to penetrate the 2㎜ armor plate. In front of this barrage, which was opened in all directions without dead ends, the stone pillar was as vulnerable as the human body.

In a blink of an eye, the stone pillar was beaten into perforated cheese and spilled all over the floor. "Nightingale" adjusted his posture in time, protected his cheeks with both hands, and started a "barrier" at the same time, which barely escaped the steel ball storm. But because of this movement, she not only lost her balance, but also left the left and right sides unprotected. Faced with the "ice blade" cut from the side, it was suddenly in a dangerous situation that could not be escaped or prevented.

After all, "Nightingale" had enough experience in confronting the enemy, and let the body sink in an unbalanced posture, which barely avoided a fatal blow.

"Should I say good luck? Or good judgment and response? If you hide early, you will puncture the lungs and form a pneumothorax. Later, you will have to cry from your liver. Although not very optimistic, but You can fight for a while longer. Alas... obviously you can finish things earlier, and you will have to suffer more."

"Siren" spread his hands and sighed exaggeratedly.

In response to this pretentious provocation, the "Nightingale" did not return his mouth. In the moment when he was reluctant to stop the bleeding, he had no extra strength to play with.

What's more, "Siren" is also true.

Despite avoiding the worst situation, blood loss and decreased physical strength are indisputable facts. Fatigue and pain are eroding the body and will of the "nightingale" a little bit. If the condition is not improved, falling down due to lack of physical strength The problem of time. In contrast, "Siren" will not feel tired and hurt, and it is more beneficial for her to drag the battle into the attrition battle. And because of the use of anti-infantry mines, the weight has dropped significantly, and it is expected that its mobility will inevitably increase significantly.

The so-called being forced to a dead end probably means the situation in front of you.

"It's a good idea to bang your head hard. This model is scrapped as long as it breaks the head, and with the force of punching at that time, if it gets caught, it will definitely burst out with a "ping". It is a pity, It’s just a little bit worse, but it’s not possible because you are a woman.”

With wanton ridicule, "Nightingale"'s indifferent and indifferent face changed for the first time.

The daze that was said to be the central thing flashed by, and then a steady stream of anger and hatred flooded up.

The flame-like hatred is not directed at the puppet attached to the demon in front of him, but to the powerless self.

why?

Why is my hand so small?

Why can't I grow taller?

Why is my qualification only quasi-quadrilateral?

Why am I a woman?

If you can be stronger~www.readwn.com~If you have better qualifications, your fist can reach the enemy in front of you, and you can return color to the **** empire!

"Oh? Very unwilling? Is that right? Gambling on all efforts and consciousness, with the fist of hope to turn around the situation, actually retracted without even touching the opponent. This shameful result, of course, will not be reconciled But, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. Next, I will abandon your hands and feet and discuss issues with you in the laboratory, from the development of your technology to the way of living, to the philosophy of life. etc. After all the investigation is clear, I will take out your brain and prepare a body that is stronger than the current body, so that you have nothing to complain about, then -"

The right arm wrapped around the transparent blade slowly lifted up, and Menger's smirk tainted with madness was heard from the mouth of "Siren".

"Cut the arm first? Or cut the meniscus first?"

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