The handmade holy silver bullet was pressed into the chamber of the gun and embedded in the firing port under the action of the machine spring. Then the primer burst out the gunpowder inside during the tapping. The huge kinetic energy erupted in the small space pushed the sharp bullet into the gun.
The barrel rotated rapidly in the rifling, and finally rushed out of the muzzle like a sharp arrow in the flash of fire.
It will carry the user's undisguised malice and crush anything in front of it...whether it is flesh or blood or a monster.
"Bang"
Before the dementor whizzed down from the sky even let out a complete roar, its ugly little head was completely opened by the holy silver bullet. This strange substance extracted from mithril has extremely positive energy.
With the blessing of kinetic energy, it is simply a cruel killer weapon against Dementors riddled with negative energy.
The twitching body of the dementor fell from the sky, as if it was the prelude to another siege.
Tyrion held the gun in both hands and separated his sides. In his field of vision less than 20 meters away, there were crazy dementors howling and rushing out from everywhere. The scene was hard not to remind people of the scene of zombies coming out of the cage.
"Bang, bang, bang"
Very rhythmic gunfire sounded in this dark wilderness, and the bodies of dementors were torn apart by holy silver bullets one after another. The wounds on the black bodies would continue even after they "died".
Corrosion, but until now, Tyrion is not sure whether he has actually killed even one Dementor.
He had carefully observed that after the bodies of these guys were crushed, their sticky, oil-like corpses would quickly "evaporate", just like an energy conversion process. These were killed
The dementors seem to return to a certain corner of the world and then be reborn continuously.
In short, in the rising smoke of pungent gunpowder, the dementors on both sides were driven back by the rapid fire guns that kept firing. However, the dementors rushing from the front and back made Tyrion no longer able to shoot calmly.
In the midst of the monster's attack, he turned his body sideways in the blink of an eye, passed between the two dementors, then lowered his hands and pulled the trigger.
"Bang, bang"
There were two more torn corpses at his feet, but soon, the two guns in Tyrion's hands disappeared between his fingers, and three bottles containing holy fire oil were thrown out by the big lord, hitting the surrounding people.
On the ground, the dementors approaching from all sides were ignited. Between the rising flames, the screams of the dementors, and the magical light of Tyrion's ring shining, it was replaced by Tyrion.
Black heavy machine gun held in both hands.
It is very similar to the "grinder" that Heisuo sold to the tauren, but there is no shaking handle. Instead, there is a black crystal embedded in the back of the machine gun. The big lord holds the back handle of the machine gun with one hand and holds the top of the machine gun with the other hand.
As the red button flashed, the six barrels at the front of this heavy weapon began to rotate rapidly.
The great lord stood there, looking at the claws raised by the dementor less than 1 meter away from him. It seemed that he would be torn apart by this claws in the next moment. However, in his ice-blue eyes,
There was no thought of evading backwards.
And when the Dementor was about to succeed, it let out a roar of chaotic joy, not caring about the steel barrel that had come into contact with its body.
Looking at the dementor, the great lord smiled slightly and said softly:
"I don't like people getting so close to me...Thank you."
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"
A roar as low as tearing cloth, accompanied by red light spots like lightning and thunder, pierced the darkness wandering around the periphery. The dementor who was almost successful was slashed by the sickle-like light blade.
It became a true fragment, and its companions behind it were completely eliminated in less than 2 seconds.
Tyrion turned around. He looked at the Dementors who were completely shattered by the extreme firepower. There was no mercy in his eyes. The massacre lasted less than 10 seconds. Dementors rushed from all directions.
The monsters turned into disgusting dark fragments.
"Click"
There was a crisp sound, and the machine gun exuding hot smoke stopped running, and then Tyrion threw it back into the storage ring.
This thing is very heavy. For Tyrion, who has lost his powerful strength, the vibration when fighting with this thing and the strength required to hold it will quickly make him enter a state of exhaustion. In this strange world, apart from his soul, he
Outside, he is just an ordinary high elf. With his slender figure, this thing is not suitable for him.
So he would not use this thing unless it was an emergency.
"Click"
The empty magazine was thrown on the ground. Tyrion took out a new pistol magazine from his belt and loaded it into the rapid-fire pistol. He looked left and right, stepped over the still burning holy fire, and stood among a pile of miserable people.
Among the black corpses, he found a dementor whose legs were broken and unable to move.
"What a lucky guy..."
The great lord looked down at the monster struggling on the ground. He raised his arm slightly and pointed the gun at the guy. His finger was on the trigger. At this moment, the dementor seemed to
Feeling that it was about to die, it placed its slender and weird hands on the ground, turned around in an extremely weird and creepy posture, and pointed its face with unclear expressions at Tyrion.
It screamed...
It wasn't fear, it wasn't a meaningless threat, the big lord understood...or maybe he felt a trace of anger from this lucky guy.
A hint of weird, but real...anger.
"If you are smart enough, then you should know that at this time, you ask for mercy!"
The great lord shrugged and pulled the trigger without any care. After a muffled sound, the entire wasteland fell silent.
The entire head of the Dementor in front of him was opened, and he died miserably, but that strange anger remained in Tyrion's heart, making him somewhat doubtful.
Before his death, he was an elite ranger and the best hunter among the high elves. When he was young, he and Alleria hunted rare and dangerous beasts in the Eversong Forest as a training tool.
suject.
He has seen countless times the postures of wild beasts when they are dying, either crazy counterattacks, or shivering in fear, or calmly waiting for death to come. Maybe they look angry, but most of the time, it is just the fear after being hurt.
The anger caused is not a pure emotion, it is a psychological state caused by biology.
In fact, Tyrion rarely saw pure anger, but when he looked at the body of the dementor in front of him, he felt that its anger was not because it was injured and killed, nor was it because of its companions.
The rabbit was dead and the fox was sad, and that kind of anger was different from any emotion Tyrion had ever seen.
"You are hurt, angered, or vented when things go wrong, but anger cannot be set later. It must be injected from the beginning...Why did your creator give you such complex emotions? Soul predators are not like that.
In need of these emotions, you live on the emotions of other souls, or in other words, this is actually the hatred accumulated by seeking but not getting it, and the hatred leads to the anger and destruction that will lead to death."
The great lord squatted down in front of the dementor's corpse. He looked at the ugly corpse and narrowed his eyes:
"So, what do you want from us? Just pure emotional residue?"
In this wasteland filled with darkness, Tyrion recalled all his experiences entering the realm of death. He had dealt with dementors countless times, but he had never thought about the origin of this weird monster as deeply as he did today.
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Perhaps it was his Valkyr Agatha and some of the little ghost Yuna's statements that misled him, causing him to ignore these "scavengers" and "plunderers" naturally born in the realm of death from the beginning.
The high lord suddenly realized something. In all his previous speculations about the "Crown", he had ignored the existence of dementors.
But in this unruly wilderness, apart from him and Yuna, there were only Dementors.
Their combat power is so weak that they can't be the opponent of him and Yuna who have been assimilated into the world of death. By the way! They are also afraid of Yuna's wand shooting, even though the stars shot from the silly kid's wand will not hurt at all.
They...there must be a reason for this!
The high lord sat cross-legged in the wasteland, and he realized that he was probably going to solve the riddle of the "Crown" that had existed since he met Yuna.
He suddenly thought of the first time he and Yuna entered the Realm of Death, when Yuna ran into the darkness to look for Nur, and when he faced a huge number of dementors alone, the actions of those dementors.
..
Yes!
Tyrion's eyes became profound. Those dementors could hurt him, but they didn't. They just kept crossing his body with their weird spiritual bodies that were between reality and illusion.
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At that time, both he and Yuna thought it was the attack method of dementors, but now too many dementors have died in his hands. The big lord has figured out that the attack methods of these dementors are definitely not single.
In other words, that kind of spiritual body's time travel is not a vicious attack.
Maybe... maybe their original intention is not to attack, they just want to get something, get something important from him, is it a soul? Or emotions? Or, something more obscure but real?
Tyrion looked back at the body fragments of the dementors that were gradually dissipating on the land of the dead. He suddenly remembered that during the period when he was called the "King of the Dark Blade", he always wore it on his head.
The black iron ring crown, the ice crown made by myself.
The crown is a symbol of identity and power, a symbol of the master of a country, and a symbol of possessing everything.
Tyrion's fingers moved, he looked at the rapid-fire pistol in his hand, and murmured to himself:
"The third hell without a master, the administrator...the promotion and continuation of death, Hela, Bwonsamdi, the ruler...the crown! Yes! The crown!"
"I came here to pursue the management and rule of this unclaimed land. I need that kind of power, I need that crown... But after wearing the crown, I will become the lord of this land.
Everything is under my control, these dementors..."
The great lord took a deep breath, and he understood the meaning of this riddle, or in other words, this challenge... this "trial" given to him by the realm of death.
"A qualified ruler should be respected by the people, not a tyrant who kills people indiscriminately. Power represents responsibility and mission, and the crown represents leadership and protection. It's wrong...it was wrong from the beginning.
, Massacre and occupation are the actions of looters. If you want to get the crown, what you need to get the crown is...accept it!"
"Accept all this...become one of them, no no no! Not assimilation...but reinvention..."
"Buzz"
A dementor with its head protruding from the sky stared at Tyrion's back. It landed quietly on the ground and assumed an offensive posture. The big lord also turned around at this moment, but this time, he did not raise his hand.
Pick up the pistol in your hand.
"Is this all you want me to do?"
"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight..."
He glanced at the pistol in his hand, shook his head, and threw it on the ground...
The king does not need this kind of weapon, the king's weapon is more powerful... Those people who always follow the shadow of the king are his real weapons and his real power.
The ruler of the Realm of Death will not need the power of this world, because those powers do not belong to this world... and cannot be assimilated by the rules of the Realm of Death.
This world has erased all Tyrion's power in reality, and it has given him new power. What is waiting for him to discover is the power that only belongs to the realm of death, the power of death...the essence! The so-called six basic powers of the stars.
One of them is death... Death is not ugly, death also has its own rules and order.
Tyrion doesn't understand it yet, but that's okay...he will soon.
"The king's power is always by his side..."
The great lord took a step forward. He looked at the ugly dementor in front of him. He tilted his head. After a few breaths and thinking, he raised his hand towards the dementor. This action made the person appear.
The Dementor was startled.
Tyrion looked at it, and he felt a trace of confusion and helplessness from the dementor's movements. The great lord closed his eyes and stretched his fingers towards the monster conceived in the darkness. Some kind of will in this world had
The strange creatures he created, his future... people.
At the moment when the black and white fingers touched, at that moment when the cold, gloomy, everything-frozen darkness extended on his fingers, he whispered:
