It's a good idea, but this night hunter, let's call him the white-faced man, is still too weak.
Although his momentum is astonishing and his sword skills are ferocious, they are at most on the same level as Mr. Li He who was upgraded before the battle in the Um Palace.
Compared with the gifts given to other indigenous people, they still lack the flavor of a superior person.
Specific to the current situation, simply put, there is a lack of high-level means of destruction.
Even if I stand here and let him chop me down, the other party will still have to work hard to completely wipe out my vitality.
And I am definitely not prepared to do such boring things before paying.
As for why the knife in front didn’t catch it directly?
Simple, given the posture of the two Hilaria lying on his body, Xi II, who was lying on his chest, had already been successfully affected by that blow, and his soul was cut off with a single blow.
The direct effect was that without her, the intoxicating "relief" intensity was no longer what it used to be, and it went downhill like the sound of crying.
As the mind becomes sharper and the opponent loses the bonus of surprise attack, it is natural to deal with it more freely.
All in all, if Dr. Dorian is going to use this as his trump card, he needs to work harder.
Especially the white-faced man didn't seem to obey the command very much. He killed a tool man with the first blow.
But it doesn't matter. If you choose to trust the doctor before paying, he will definitely have a solution.
Speaking of which, I wonder if the "treatment" can still be completed if both Hilaria die, and how to complete it?
Do I need to go back to the church and realize it on my own? Or will people be resurrected after a while?
"I think you are well dressed, but it would be rude to interrupt others casually."
An astonishing amount of force came from his hand. Unfortunately, while he was thinking about the technical problem, he didn't delay at all and put more force on his hand, grabbing the long knife there.
"Now let's move on. Its name is compassion, and it is designed to give people liberation."
It can be seen that the other party attaches great importance to "cutting" and refuses to give up easily. The situation fell into a stalemate for a while.
At this time, the shortcomings of the long knife are revealed, because the distance is really far away. Unless there is a long-range attack method or the arm can be lengthened, even a punch can't reach it.
But it doesn't matter, the other party doesn't have remote means, I have it.
While introducing, paying the mercy in his left hand, he was already aiming at the opponent again.
Bang——
The next moment, he pulled the trigger directly, and what spewed out was the same golden fire as before.
Doctor, it's time to cheer up.
…
puff!
For a moment, I even wondered whether there would be white ashes flying out.
The white-faced man's dedication to his weapons was indeed extraordinary. Even when his combat methods were at such a disadvantage, he still didn't give up. He just tried to dodge at that moment.
Unfortunately, it was not its head that was pointed forward, but the hand holding the weapon.
Be good at asking your opponents to make multiple choice questions.
Between throwing the knife and being hit, there is no doubt that the white-faced man made a difficult choice, which resulted in a solid shot in the shoulder.
Boom, boom, boom——
Fu Qian was not polite about this, and continued to empty all the bullets in the gun, making the other party take three more multiple-choice questions.
The only pity is that even if the Night Bearer is specially made, its physical power is limited. In the end, it just tears the opponent's unique coat, revealing the same pale body underneath.
Ahhhh——
Fortunately, as an enchanted bullet, physical power is not everything.
The blooming golden flame did not ignite any clothes, but almost as soon as he put away the empty gun, something seemed to be ignited in those wild eyes.
It was accompanied by an irrational roar coming from the throat of the white-faced man.
Although you can tell by the sound that verbal communication is impossible, what is gratifying is that with this sound, changes finally appeared.
Under the clothes torn by bullets, a slender ridge quickly appeared on the pale skin.
Section by section, it looks a bit like a snake at first glance.
However, he immediately rejected this view and thought of another thing - the spine.
Although the size is a bit smaller, the shape is obviously closer.
The next changes also confirmed his thoughts. Soon there were more densely packed traces bulging up, and it was easy to distinguish, and more than one of them had an outline similar to a skull.
Messy, crowded, and of course small in size, like a mass grave piled on top of a giant.
And in the rapid surge, they even rushed all the way to the long knife, instantly turning it into a real butcher's knife.
…
Let's just say that motivation is useful, and the combat effectiveness is indeed increasing.
Fu Qian, who was holding the blade, was undoubtedly the first to bear the brunt.
In view of the sudden increase in the size of the former, it suddenly became more difficult to exert force with the palms.
Of course, Fu Qian knew that this was just a superficial phenomenon, and that the white-faced man's move was more than just changing the shape of the weapon.
At that moment, he could completely feel that something was emerging that hadn't existed before.
Not only has the white-faced man's rank risen again, but now if he is cut with a knife, the effect will most likely not be that simple.
And this change is obviously related to Dorian.
The golden fire I attached to the bullet just now had some impact on the white-faced man.
And that bit of instability was obviously something Dorian, who had high hopes for him, didn't want to see, so he used some method that was still uncertain to strengthen it.
Very good, but - click!
His strength increased so much that the butcher knife he pulled out of his hand seemed to be trembling at a certain moment.
Unfortunately, this did not change its fate at all. With a sound that seemed to be filled with endless wails, the knife was broken from one third.
Punishment from the sage is not only effective for people, but also for breaking things.
Bang!
And with dust flying in his hand, Fu Qian casually threw the broken blade, which was instantly unrecognizable, at the opponent's feet.
Not enough.
The white-faced man at this moment may have become a character that requires him to deal with every blow seriously, but he still doesn't show anything amazing.
It is still just an illusion belonging to this dream, and the level of detachment in it is not even as good as Sarah and the others.
Dorian still needs to continue working hard, and there is not much time left for him.
Because I have been in the dark for a while, and I have to go out again if I delay.
It seemed that he was really trying hard. The white-faced man holding the broken blade only fell into a moment of sluggishness before he directly changed direction and stabbed the weapon into his stomach.
And with this act of self-mutilation, I can clearly feel that there is a special change taking place, which is something more - ah?
While he was looking forward to it, he saw that ash powder began to fall on that pale face, and spread all over his body in an instant.
In less than a breath, there was no trace of anyone with a knife.