Chapter 218 The lamp goes out and the moth wakes up

Chapter 218 The lamp goes out and the moth wakes up

The metal projectiles carrying the sharp blade magic rolled around wantonly, even touching the edge of the thinking organ, cutting off some useless lipid tissue, making the old Michaelis Sword's body tremble slightly.

However, he remained completely unmoved. He just raised his right palm and slapped the back of his head hard. While his head tilted forward slightly, the proliferating flesh buds immediately squirmed and spat out the excess metal.

The next second, two more dazzling lights burst out from the blood-stained dark red eye sockets!

Even if the window of the soul is broken, it does not affect the dazzling lamp-like glow that Old Michaelis emits at all, and even the glow at this time is far more concentrated than before.

The glow no longer disperses like a rain of arrows, but condenses into two thin and straight lightsabers, just like the rays of the sun becoming more intense and hot through the focus of a convex lens.

The two solid glows are no longer purely spiritual influences at this moment. In addition to depriving the mind of the effect of devouring the light in the skull, they even have a scorching power that is almost comparable to that of casting!

Blazing white lines cut across the dim windy and snowy sky, and all the falling snow in the path melted the liquid.

The first target that Old Michaelis hit after he raised his head was Qi Ren, who was lying on his back in a weird posture with his legs bent. The blazing sword of blazing light pierced the fist that tore the hole. .

Suddenly, wisps of burning smoke rose up, and the dirty, disgusting fist began to tremble violently.

"Ah ah ah - it's so hot, so painful, so exciting, so good!!!"

The unconscious Keito screamed disgusting words.

But this was not the target that Old Michaelis really wanted to attack. His head turned slightly, and the blazing white light bursting out from the depths of his eyes also changed its direction and attacked the only person standing besides him. The invading esoteric cultist—little John Watson armed with two revolvers!

The strong and condensed light flashed across the head the moment it turned, just like two sharp swords sweeping towards the target's head!

However, when the sword of light blocked the target, what the light blade stabbed was not the fragile skull, but a straight blade that was as clear as a mirror!

Even though this intense light is not a product of nature, but the glow that bursts out when the secret light phase is driven to the extreme, it still has to follow the law of optical reflection - because it is determined by the great door in the pupil. the laws of nature below.

So these two strong rays of light were reflected back like a mirror blade. The slightly deflected blade slightly deflected the direction of the reflected light. They no longer bounced straight back to hit old Michaelis' head, but shot towards him. Towards his neck.

Although the glow activated by the self-lamp phase cannot in turn rob the caster's intracranial light, the heat associated with the strong concentrated light is unavoidable.

The focus point immediately lights up red and is quickly burned to black. The bright red fibers inside also begin to become hot and ripe. The slightly burnt smell is mixed with a fresh and sweet aroma, like a good eight-ripe wet steak that has not yet been sprinkled. Add pepper powder and it will be full of aroma.

Suffering from the backlash and burning of the radiance of his own lamp, the nameless owner of the Gowell Hotel could not help but lower his head slightly, and the strong light brewing in the hollow eye sockets seemed to dim briefly.

Watson, who had this chance to breathe, immediately flipped his hands over, and the revolving cartridge chamber flipped out from the side of the gun body. The hot yellow cartridge case fell to the ground, and he was immediately refilled with new ammunition.

When the revolver was reloaded, he raised his arm again and pulled the trigger one after another. The bullets from the short gun held in his right arm were all fired at the target in the distance. The fine-grained bullets swayed left and right in the wind and snow, even though they were sharp. The attachment of mana helps it tear the air and extend its range, but it will inevitably deviate in the end.

The bullets failed to completely hit the drooped head, and only three of the six bullets hit, splattering blood on the old face full of wrinkles and grooves. Although it did not cause much substantial damage, it still did not cause much substantial damage. Can slightly restrain the opponent's actions.

The bullets from the short gun held in his left arm were directed towards the other esoteric cultists of the Crossroads Order!

Watson deliberately controlled the accuracy of his shooting. The several shots that seemed to backstab his teammates were actually just hitting locations where the pain nerves were dense but not fatal, and they did not even have the magic power of the blade attached to them. This must be such a tear. The cracking pain will surely awaken the lost minds of these 'brethren' and help them break free from the influence of the lights.

At the same time, he also moved quickly towards the collapsed crossroad array, conveying the message from his heart through running steps and words, accelerating the awakening of the esoteric cultists who gradually escaped from the control of the lamp phase because the strong glow stopped emitting.

However, Melanie, the leader of this mission, is a esoteric cultist of the light form, and is also one of the most severely corroded by the strong light.

At this moment, her consciousness was already immersed in the vast sky, and she didn't know what abnormal thing she had swallowed, so that her belly was round and bulging, and wisps of white light leaked out through the thin belly and the gaps in her clothes. .

Watson directly raised the knife and lowered it, and swung the sharp straight knife with a third-order blade in his hand towards the female lamplighter.

He performed the operation with the precision of a surgeon, only making a tiny slit in the abdomen without damaging the rest of the organs.

The strange white light suddenly rolled out slowly from the full stomach that seemed to burst...it turned out to be strange fruits that were as bright as light bulbs.

The round fruits were stained with hot bright red and spread all over the ground. The clear glow reflected made the nearby darkness seem to be driven away and gave way, and a faint white light shone on the cliff.

Old Michaelis took several steps back under the influence of the gunshot, but he soon came to his senses. Although the window of his soul had been shattered and his eyes were hard to see, for him who had the fourth-level lamp phase, For example, you only need to sense the light inside your skull to confirm the specific location of the enemy.

However, why was it able to withstand my first round of light phase influence attack, and also make the feedback of the light phase disappear without a trace, as if it was swallowed up, and then use the mirror reflection to offset the second round in time? A boy with a strong light...

The light in his skull seemed so ordinary and dim when we first met him. Considering the calmness and determination shown by the other person just now, the light in this person's skull should be several times stronger than that of a mortal.

Thanks to the blessing of the lamp, Old Michaelis's rationality is so strong, and his thinking is far beyond the clarity of ordinary people. Although he made a wrong judgment at the beginning, the battle just now has made him understand the situation in his heart. Little John's danger was at its highest, and he was directly listed as the top priority target for this battle.

So he took a deep breath and chewed the cooked meat slowly.

The delicacy that accompanies pain is always extraordinarily sweet, and it can also stimulate the soul cup to overflow with the proliferating mana, speeding up the repair of wounds.

Then Old Michaelis raised his head again, and the strong light once again burst out from the depths of the two deep and dark eye sockets.

This time, the intense light was still focused like a sharp sword needle. It had the terrifying properties of light that hit the skull directly, and it also had the heat that could burn the flesh of a mortal.

Moreover, the light no longer shot straight out. As Old Millis shook his head slightly, the path of the bright light also floated like a procession of sinister poisonous snakes.

At the same time, his feet did not relax. He no longer stood numbly on the spot, but moved his body slightly to avoid being burned by the reflected light again.

But when his light traced the light in his skull that seemed ordinary but was actually extraordinary, he felt that the other person's figure was as nimble as a loach in a pond.

I saw that damn little John constantly moving left and right, using disorderly and unpredictable movements to avoid the tracking light, and cunningly using his companion's body as a cover to block the weak ones who could not resist the influence of the light. Mystics come to bear this strange glow that engulfs the light inside the skull.

But old Michaelis has so much combat experience. He also experienced countless battles when he was young, including battles with powerful mystics and fights with savage mortals.

He continued to collect the behavioral habits of the cunning boy, trying to figure out the opponent's rhythm and patterns. At the same time, he was also carefully controlling and driving the two swords of light.

Due to the shattering of the eyes, the window of the skull can be opened freely, and the light of the lamp is no longer limited by the focus of the pupil, and can be emitted freely - the two strong rays of light that originally showed parallel trajectories began to gradually drift apart, left The light in the eye began to float upward, and the light in the right eye began to sink, and was still changing directions. It was really like two thin swords with arms and fingers, and they actually started to join forces to form a combined attack, trying to block Wo. Sen's movement limits his body!

When Watson saw this, he knew that it would be difficult for him to dodge flexibly. He made an immediate decision and rolled sideways to hide at the budding zombie kneeling on the ground. Gray-green thorns and vines spread out from the opponent's eyes, nose, ears, mouth and seven orifices. , twisting and dancing crazily.

The scorching light has already hit the chest of the sprouting zombie. The light contains terrifying heat without mercy, and it immediately burns the withered body with two shocking scars!

And the blazing sword of light is still outputting, just like two accurate marksmen in the distance shooting arrows condensed with glow, constantly hitting the chest of the cold corpse!

The power of winter contained within the body of the sprouting zombie, which allows the corpse to decay and continue to move freely in the waking world, begins to melt rapidly, just like the condensed ice and snow encountering the warm sunshine of spring.

The dry body that was exposed to the continuous radiance did not suffer from burning and igniting wisps of charred smoke like the esoteric cultists of the Crossroads. Instead, it began to melt into drops of turbid and black stinking liquid as if encountering a strong corrosive substance. , the flow fell to the ground and dyed the snow black.

The gray-green vines that were twisting wildly in the air stopped suddenly, and seemed to be frozen in the wind and snow as if they had been struck by lightning.

The next moment, they began to tremble violently, trembling with fear as if encountering a natural enemy, and then they all curled up back into the swollen head, as if they had suffered a major fright and hid in the quilt to deceive themselves. A frightened person.

"Hahaha, are Huan Shi's dependent races so timid? It's really ridiculous!"

The intracranial moth seemed to witness the cowardly and incompetent behavior of the sprouting zombie through Watson's vision, and couldn't help laughing.

The broken belly trembled, as if some tiny unnecessary things were shaken off in this crazy laughter, sinking into the arms of the living body, and pouring into the weapon held in the palm.

At this moment, Watson was completely immersed in the thrill and excitement of fighting a powerful enemy, and ignored the whispers of the moth in his skull.

He just enjoyed the exciting feeling like walking on a tight wire, and if he was not careful, he would fall to pieces... It was so enjoyable! ! !

He used the stiff sprouting zombie as a cover, pulled out the precision rifle slung behind him, and put it on the cover's shoulder to assist in aiming.

In the next second, he had firmly locked onto the old Michaelis, who seemed to be moving left and right, but his movement trajectory was too easy to predict, and he resolutely pulled the trigger!

There was a scream like an explosion. This time, the slender hexagonal bullet no longer needed to cross the far distance between towns - the target had already entered its most powerful range!

The sharp warhead is wrapped with the new sharp blade magic power and the wild moth phase magic power. It is as unscrupulous as a heavily armed cavalry!

It broke through the layers of obstructing air, shattered the distracting drifting wind and snow, and charged straight towards the shining eye sockets with a sharp roar of wind!

Although poor old Michaelis can sense the light in the skulls of living beings with the help of lamps, the dead metal is an object that he cannot detect.

Although he was keenly aware that the other party might have launched an attack at the moment when the light in Watson's skull was turbulent.

However, success is also a failure. His mind is as cold and ruthless as a machine, but his thinking mode is also as sluggish as a machine. His action pattern has long been figured out by Watson.

Even though old Michaelis immediately stepped forward to try to dodge the moment he noticed the strange flash of light in the opponent's skull, the sharp and slender warhead followed him like a poisonous snake biting its prey, and gave it a fierce bite. Bite the broken window of the soul!

Puff, it was a dull sound of flesh and blood being pierced, even though the pink flesh buds struggled to squirm and try to condense into a solid city wall.

But it was difficult to resist the sharp and wild hexagonal bullet, tearing through the defense lines that were more than flexible but not hard enough, and directly attacked the core area where the mind operates!

The fat, white, plump thinking organ was easily penetrated by the hot metal, and the sharp bullet hit the inner wall of the bone hard. The cunning sharp blade temporarily restrained its magic power, so that the metal did not directly break through the skull. Come out of your head.

Instead, after hitting the spider web-like cracks, it returned to the sweet and sticky area, rolling wantonly and twisting wildly, vowing to completely destroy the lipids housing the lamp inside the skull. Almost exhausted! ! !

crackling——

There also seemed to be a crisp sound of glass lamps breaking in the void.

The lamp in the skull that symbolized reason seemed to have completely dimmed, and the cliffs shining with dazzling light were once again captured by the dim sky.

Only the fruit of light that should not exist in the waking world was still emitting a soft shimmer, but it soon began to gradually melt, and those little white shimmers disappeared with the wind.

The turbulent moth phase that had been suppressed for a long time was finally revived. The old intracranial moth reopened its gray and multi-faceted eyes, and the chaotic and crazy thoughts came back to dominate the consciousness!