This is the unpredictable nature of fate. For example, sometimes, even if you listen to others' advice, you may not always be able to eat enough.
I can only be thankful that the police officers and others were hiding in another house.
The crushed mass hit Simon almost instantly, his broad sword burning with lead flames.
Obviously, Brother Simon is not completely defenseless, and his methods are sophisticated.
Although this sophisticated method has failed twice before.
puff!
Fortunately, not this time.
As the sharp blade in Simon's hand collided with the unstoppable attacker, a thick, almost purple liquid spewed out like a bursting dam, almost raining down on the building behind him.
This was another case of unpredictable fate. The intact building on the other side of the road was not chosen as the place to appear, but it was still able to hide from the first day of the lunar month but not the fifteenth day.
Of course, although it is not easy to clearly feel the purple blood, it is still beyond the power to directly destroy a building. Fu Qian refers to Simon who flew out with the blood.
He successfully stopped his opponent's rolling crushing attack, but Simon also paid the price.
Like a baseball full of power, his body rolled in the air and slammed into the dark brown wooden wall.
Compared with Laerting's building, which was much simpler, the latter trembled and was on the verge of collapse.
But that doesn't mean his opponents have it easy.
The sphere, which was as tall as two people, was like paper under the broad sword burning with lead flames, leaving a wound nearly one meter long.
Inside the wound, some unique things can be vaguely discerned - fingers, knees, spine, and even hair.
It wasn't too strange before he responded to this, because he had observed the patterns on the surface of the sphere just now.
Although it is somewhat similar, it is completely different from Xinglu.
It was an outline formed by entangled bodies, in a posture that a normal person would never be able to do.
The entire sphere is like blood sausage poured out of various bodies, not even just human ones.
Before paying, he clearly saw a long curved horn inside.
This long horn is even extending outwards, along with many limbs.
Although the ball stopped, all the things inside it were showing their teeth along the shocking wound.
However, this desire for freedom met with disaster the next moment.
The broad sword left not only wounds, but also small patterns composed of lead flames on the layers of flesh and blood, which also kept climbing and spreading, and finally converged into special patterns.
boom!
In the explosion, a ball of metallic flame exploded from the wound, turning everything it touched into dust.
It seems that I know what the lead flame pattern on Brother Simon's sword is for.
This kind of behavior of directly sending flames into the body and then detonating it is really a bit cruel.
While Fu Qian was sighing, the giant ball was already twitching, completely losing control of its shape.
More purple blood splashed, and dozens or hundreds of limbs entangled and swayed, truly interpreting a flower of flesh and blood.
"Transformation?"
While Fu Qian was admiring this blooming scene, he was not the only one watching.
The changes in these few seconds were obviously too dizzying for the eyes to see. Amira, who came back to her senses a little, seemed to understand clearly what Fu Qian had just commented.
"Don't the attack methods just now feel familiar?"
Fu Qian still looks like a good pastor.
"Abandoned son!"
Amira did not live up to this, and she understood the meaning after a little guidance.
"How come those things look like this? And how come they have entities and can be hurt - because they left the fog?"
Suddenly thinking of something, Amira's eyes flashed crazily.
"Or entering a nightmare? It depends on which one you think is more important."
Fu Qian did not deny her idea, but added an option to it.
In a clear nightmare, the appearance of something strange is not a big deal.
The reason why it is possible to abandon Zi is partly due to the two previous contacts in Wuli.
Although it is invisible, you can still roughly outline the outline of the curiosity.
It is indeed consistent with the style of the thing in front of me on a deep level.
Another thing is that, close to the town, the second half of the road is unexpectedly peaceful.
If it is not purely accidental, is it possible that something could have caused this, such as what might have attracted the attacker?
Once this is accepted, it seems to explain two things at the same time - the abandoned son was attracted by the nightmare, and this is one of the purposes of the nightmare.
But at the same time, this will bring up a new question. Why does the cult attract abandoned people into nightmares?
Fu Qian had a vague feeling that the answer to this question might also explain why he was escorted here.
…
"Don't think about this now, let's get rid of this thing together."
Reginald on the side, although he listened to the conversation between the two, did not join in the interest in seeking knowledge and reminded him coldly.
"This thing apparently attacks all targets indiscriminately."
This is still true.
The blooming flower of flesh and blood was obviously not completely destroyed.
Most of the limbs are like deformed tentacles, lashing around wantonly.
In an instant, another building was damaged, and three people were approaching.
After confirming this, Amira instantly accepted Reginald's suggestion. Not only did her body shine with brilliance, but she even glanced at Fu Qian.
Although his mental state is worrying, no one can ignore this brave performance in the past.
Two targets were destroyed casually, even in thick fog.
In comparison, the thing in front of him looks more fragile. If he is willing to take action - it seems he is not willing.
At a glance, the burly body was obviously in a relaxed mood, with no intention of taking action at all.
Even if the opponent is actually standing at the front, a few "tentacles" with claws and teeth are about to climb up to the feet.
The next moment, in the dull gazes of the two Amiras, those limbs actually stopped, and then retreated crazily after a brief daze, as if they had encountered something terrifying.
Yes, he has a strong desire to survive.
Squeezing out a domineering snort, Fu Qian cast his gaze behind the damaged wooden wall.
boom!
The broad sword in silver clothes was as powerful as thunder. Lord Simon's figure came back at a speed that was not inferior to the flying speed, and hit the target again.
Indescribable wails appeared, and various stumps were flying in the rising explosion.
Before Amira and the two of them had time to take action, the target was already in a dying convulsion.
He is indeed the hunter who was sent to kill him.
When the target counterattacked, Lord Simon was obviously not without any trauma, but he didn't care and turned to look over.
While admiring before paying, he looked up and down, and the next moment he seemed to have discovered something, and his words contained concern.
"Sir Simon, are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"
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This chapter has been completed!