Five dazzling ballistic lines spread out in the form of rays, with their own sharp wind tearing apart everything around the air corridor. There was almost no time difference. The moment they left the gun barrel, an observation deck more than 300 meters away was in the five corridors.
It exploded and collapsed in its bright line. A heavy sniper rifle with a caliber close to 15 mm also exploded at the same time. The splattered fragments caught up with a figure who had been alert and jumped away in advance, and in the unclear polar
They were all knocked down in the light of the sharp sword.
"It's not a good habit to leave your feet off the building or the ground and let yourself hang in the air for an extended period of time!" The muzzle of the revolver did not turn around, and Cassia took advantage of the situation and rushed towards the shadow of Serbol, keeping the right hand holding the gun
Extremely fine control, not affected by running, dynamically maintaining position, allowing the muzzle rifling to always be locked at the center of Serbol's chest. At the same time, all things that can be regarded as perception, such as sight, mental perception, and sound wave pulses, are all concentrated together.
, the impact point is completely consistent with the muzzle of the gun, and converges at a point on his chest.
"Serbor?" Vaspia shouted, reminders and questions overflowing. He rushed forward at this moment, and it took at least a second for his voice to reach Sebor, but the one in his eyes was a bit scary.
The revolver bullets do not require this second at all. Just a very brief observation just now, in front of this caliber from a distance of several hundred meters, it can be regarded as a bombardment that ignores distance.
The clothes on his legs and arms were torn to pieces by the bulging muscles. The distance of fifty meters was not far, but for him, it still took time!
But when a pale blue arc appeared out of thin air in his strange vision of more than 180 degrees, implicating Cassia and Moses Telles across a distance of more than 100 meters, the momentary tension turned into a morbid condition.
of excitement.
With a crackling sound, the arc struck the ground. It no longer just ablated the ground to a blackened appearance. The huge energy produced a series of micro explosions, and the heated orange concrete fragments sputtered all the way. The arc accelerated to keep up with Cassia's movement.
The trajectory swept across quickly in an instant, slashing away like a hundred-meter-long sword.
"Winter!" The explosive and dull sound does not require extra time after all. When the twisted arc approaches, only the muzzle flame can compete for a ball of light of its own.
At the same moment, the bright ballistic line was refracted at an obtuse angle in front of Sebol and flew elsewhere. A large canopy of bright sparks also lit up in front of the collapsed observation deck, illuminating a handful of light that was blocking Sebor's eyes.
, but the tactical knife was already close to his forehead. The black paint on the tactical knife fell off in small pieces, revealing the silver-gray color of the ultimate alloy.
Not only Sebor's head, but the entire body was covered with a layer of oval scales the size of a thumb cap during this period - a thick yellow-brown color after drying of soil, none of which has a sense of refinement, as if it was extremely inferior in a foundry.
A defective product cast from an embryo. His body has a sense of inferiority, but the whole has a contradictory sense of beauty and harmony.
At this time, his body flew backward uncontrollably. After landing on the ground, he rolled around and stabilized his body. His hands and feet landed on the ground at the same time - like a small lizard continuing to move forward in the desert to avoid the sun, he began to run rapidly, extremely fast.
He danced his limbs with a sense of coordination, and a large backward gyration was enough to remove the huge impact of the blue silver bullet cannon. The mud and concrete fragments flew away by his limbs were like water waves, splashing along the trajectory.
The yellow-brown oval scales immediately lost their color and turned into silvery white. Then they were like a mirror without reflective ability, absorbing most of the light on the body and immediately disappeared from the field of vision.
The next moment, Cassia, Vaspia, Kebro and others hundreds of meters away also immediately discovered that in the unfolding perception, the form belonging to Sebol began to mold into the lake and was about to disappear. The feedback to this point was like a malfunction.
The lamp is more like a warning light that displays an alarm, flashing irregularly and intermittently.
"Interference with perception?" The remaining four people had the same question. Cassia enhanced the sound wave pulse output. Although the feedback was delayed, the figure behind Sebolmo Lake became extremely clear.
"It seems that although the training method is different from that of the military school, you still have combat experience. Whether you know sight or perception, the concentrated point is just interference, and the whole body may be a target." He blocked the shot.
It was expected, but the direct transformation of the body shape was completely unexpected.
I tried the power of the blue-silver bullet cannon and fired a shot into my head. The silver-white scales bounced off me, causing blood to ooze out and causing me to feel uncomfortable and dizzy for nearly half a minute. I warned myself not to do this after that, because
The power is indeed huge, and there are not many common firearms that can make you feel uncomfortable.
The sound wave pulses and intermittent flashing perceptions were still locked on Serbor, and Cassia swung Ficino's dagger against the sweeping arc. In the sight of the five people, a layer of film-like material had blue properties.
Cut off the arc directly.
The arc light disappeared in the blink of an eye, and molten soil and concrete fragments were flying. But when it hit Cassia, it penetrated through her body in an extremely strange way.
"Bang!" The human-shaped air tunnel was formed at this time, twisting in a snake shape, and intersecting with Vaspia who was rushing past. The figures of both sides were solid, but it was Cassia's kick that made the ground dent, and the air rolled in all directions.
In the gap, the blade of the dagger drew a sharp light, and the tip of the sword passed by, as if there was no gap between it and Vaspia's forehead. However, the step and the horizontal slash were almost perfectly avoided by Vaspia who jumped back.
open.
"I didn't know you could have a few thousandths of Miss Hilary's strength." The scene in the southern forest flashed through my mind - Vaspia may be the easiest one to defeat - this idea suddenly appeared. The speed and
An instant burst of power is the biggest enemy of a surgeon who is proficient in perception. When the brain and thoughts know the enemy's next most likely move, but the body cannot keep up with the thinking at all, the despair it brings is nothing short of painful.
It's like predicting the future, but also predicting that you won't live until that point in time. Helplessness and despair are the most common emotions.
Vaspia jumped back continuously, and Cassia kept following up, but every step naturally fell a little distance.
After a synchronized pursuit of more than ten meters, Vaspia finally found an opportunity to escape, quickly opened a safe distance, and waited for the arrival of Kebro and Moshetels who were close to landing.
Although he dodged, he felt the pressure - the attack just now should have been about five centimeters away, rather than close to him. Intuition came over at this moment, telling him that he should turn around and run away like Ficino.