"Wright, back off!" the red-faced Hain warned at the critical moment when Wright's life was in danger.
Human beings have only 0.3 seconds to respond to sudden dangers, but the power of the red magic source that has been formed has given Wright an inexplicable sense of clarity in his mind and spirit in a short period of time.
It only took 0.1 seconds of reaction time, and Wright's brain quickly determined the combat action to deal with the "medieval dagger" based on the improvement of the red-faced Haine.
He tightened the muscles in the core of his body, quickly twisted his body and leaned back. At the same time, he pulled out the "Crazy Bear" pistol from his waist with his right hand and raised it to a position flush with his chest, and quickly released the safety of the firearm with his left hand.
Whoosh!
The "medieval dagger" that emitted silver light only touched the right edge of Wright's neck, cutting a palm-sized hole in the hood of his pure black windbreaker.
Following Wright's sideways dodge and the boy's leaping thrust, the boy's body drew a beautiful parabola in mid-air like a mathematician using a ruler and compass, stepping almost silently on the cold, emitting
On top of the blue pavement bricks that smelled slightly of excrement.
"Fight back." Wright whispered.
In less than two seconds of reaction time, Wright relied on the guidance of several previous combat experiences including the Battle of Kofu, as well as some memory fragments that he gradually recalled.
He gripped the back of the "Crazy Bear" pistol with his hands that had faint scars. Due to the partial height difference between him and the ragged child in front of him, he chose to bend his knees, half-squatting, closed his left eye and aimed with his right eye, aiming at
The boy's position was half facing away from him and he pulled the trigger.
Ping! Ping!
The two silver bullets, mixed with the dark red light formed by Wright's red magic power, the light blue shimmer emitted by the gun itself, and the sparks flying outward from the muzzle, rushed straight towards the boy's heart.
However, just as the bullet was about to touch the boy's body, his pale lips stained with dirt suddenly moved a few times, murmuring words that Wright couldn't hear.
Immediately afterwards, his pale yellow eyes suddenly turned into red "compound eyes" similar to those of flies or other insects.
The subtle path of the bullet became slow and clear in the boy's eyes.
He is holding a "medieval dagger" and his wrist is dancing slightly.
The two bullets actually changed their trajectories gently in front of him and flew towards the low wall made of stone bricks.
Touch! Touch!
Seeing that the powerful firepower of the "Crazy Bear" pistol did not take effect, Wright continued to surge the red magic power in his body with both hands, preparing to use the pure magic power mixed with the bullet power belonging to the steam world to use the magic power.
Make a sudden attempt for the tone, related to the "inspiration" that flashed through your mind.
"Brother, are you not a human in the mechanical world? Are you a superpower?" The boy blinked his insect-like "compound eyes".
A person with superpowers? Yes, I, a human being who controls the power of the red magic source, should have been classified as a person with superpowers in various concepts.
While Wright was thinking briefly, the boy held the dagger in his hand downward, perpendicular to the ground.
In the culture of the Zine Empire and the Old Crusted Empire, weapons, including guns, can be regarded as a brief peace and truce request as long as they are pointed vertically downward and no further attack action is made.
This cultural action was vaguely reflected in Wright's memory fragments. Simply, he slowly pointed the muzzle downward, stood up and asked:
"Why do you want to assassinate me? I gave you the few new coins I had on me, but you are an assassin?"
A trace of contempt flashed in Wright's eyes, as if he were looking at a legendary demon who was accustomed to deceit, as well as disgust at his own overflowing compassion.
After all, this emotion comes from the depths of Wright's memory fragments, perhaps because of the moral science education he received from the Sulag Guards, or perhaps because of certain habits and beliefs.
"The Industrial Party has just defeated the Innovation Party, which has been controlling the situation for a long time, in the city election. Our party leader will take office in two days. Now it happens to be a critical moment when the Imperial Crown Prince is about to enter the city to hold various ceremonies. Big brother, you are serious
Hiding his body and breath and sneaking here probably has some ulterior purpose." The boy glanced at Wright with contempt, raised the corners of his mouth, snorted with his nostrils, and continued:
"I am the Lost One with the 6th inspiration level. My profession is [Shadowmaker]. I am just one step away from being promoted to the upper-level profession [Chaos Inducer]. By the way, big brother, my name is Qiao Yin."
Could it be that the trench coat I wore was mistaken for an assassin? It was originally to avoid the inconvenience caused by the escort uniform, but it caused even greater inconvenience.
There is also Qiao Yin, a name that I don’t know what it means. But it obviously does not comply with the naming rules of the old Crusaders.
[Shadow One]? Perhaps he is a lost person who can hide his voice or form, such as an assassin? Or is he just a person with powerful fighting skills and good at defeating his opponent with dexterity?
"[Shadow One]?" Wright subconsciously blurted out in confusion.
"What? The person who wants to assassinate the party leader and the superpower who also controls the magic power doesn't know the profession of [Shadowmaker]? That's interesting. I don't mind educating you on science before you die.
Brother." Qiao Yin said in a childish but particularly depressed voice.
He glanced at Wright with his "compound eyes" glowing red, held the "medieval dagger" tightly in his right hand, and said:
"The mid-level profession [Shadowmaker] can temporarily hide the breath through the formation of magic source power, concealing all movements made by the body. Moreover, the body will become as light as a bird. In addition to being able to walk on smooth walls, it can even
Can kill any target with powerful dynamic vision and concentration."
After listening to Qiao Yin's description, Wright fell into brief doubts.
The mid-level profession [Shadowmaker] is an assassin, right? It can kill people invisibly, just like the knights who knew Qinggong from martial arts novels in the previous world?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this moment, Wright actually felt a strange romance from Qiao Yin's description.
"The [Shadow Ones] are there to protect those big shots. However, even if we Lost People have the same power as your superpowers and use magic power, they are not the same race after all. Superpowers belong to humans, and Lost People belong to the enemy.
Yeah. It's a pity that I didn't pass the test of sequenced cards, so I still couldn't draw that 'Chaos' card, and couldn't move forward one step further." Qiao Yin opened and closed his mouth to talk about the "extraordinary" content.
If it were in the age of the Steam Age, when the Heartless and the Lost did not exist in this world, when the machinery industry was booming, and airships and airplanes were flying everywhere in the industrialized era, I am afraid they must be detectives or some kind of detectives dealing with "extraordinary things"
Member of a fantasy group.
It's just that now is an era of war and wasteland, all mysteries are emerging, and all "extraordinary" are lingering around every race.
"I think you have some misunderstanding about me. Although I am very interested in the dream-like career you described, I must also tell you that I am not the assassin who assassinated the so-called 'party leader' in your mouth. I am Su
"My name is Wright Sugla, a member of the Guerra Guards. I am here to find someone in the Blood Family. Moreover," a strong sense of disgust flashed through Wright's eyes:
"I am very disgusted with people who deceive me with sympathy. The code of the Guards allows us to maintain tolerance and care for our fellow citizens. But your behavior has touched my bottom line. Now I only feel disgust and disgust. I have a natural affinity for children.
Love, but I hate monsters."
Wright said, his eyes carefully staring at Qiao Yin's body covered with scattered linen rags, and the "medieval dagger" in his hand that shone with silver light and, if you look closely, exuded dots of colorful ripples.
Beware of this boy's sudden attack. Currently, your body, which is not strong, can barely collapse due to the power of the red magic source. If it bleeds or is overdrawn, it may be a double mental and physical collapse.
It would be nice if I had a chance to train, but... let's resolve the battle with this [Shadow One] kid in front of us first.
Wright was thinking, his eyes flashed with a crimson light again, the corners of his eyes were slightly downward, and his right hand tightly held the "Bear Bear" pistol, a slightly heavy mechanical product, ready to fight again at any time.
Just as he raised his head and was about to swing his right hand weapon back twice according to the Zine Empire's traditional duel customs and resume the fight, Qiao Yin, the boy in front of him, took the lead and said:
"Although I don't know how powerful your magic power is, your mechanical pistol actually poses no threat to me. Big Brother. The characteristics of the 'Crazy Bear Brand' pistol produced by Jiuyuan Factory are its power and design.
It has deliberately incorporated materials that are compatible with the magic source power to adapt to the act of using the magic source power in battle. However, it is ultimately no match for sequential monsters."
"Sequential monster?" Natasha's graceful figure appeared in front of Wright, as well as the voice of a mature woman that he heard at Sogra's "Storm Area" No. 404, which now seems very frightening.
"MB-1501: Pusius Dagger, that's it." Qiao Yin's childlike and deep voice shook Wright's memory.
"The city of Kafusk was built on the ruins of the Pusius Empire. No, the entire Zine Empire was also built on the ruins of this ancient empire. In addition to the official collection activities of the Zine Empire, we
The Church of the Lost also collects sequence monsters from time to time. The collection of sequence monsters by the Church of Hope and the Tenyin Sect under it is not inferior to that of the Empire." Qiao Yin limitedly shook the "Pu Xiu" in his hand.
The weapon of "Stiltsword" was shown to Wright:
"It uses two kinds of ores, dark and light, and the forging ability of the machine perfectly blends them together. And in the final quenching stage, it uses the arms of the green mantis as an embellishment. As long as it touches the skin, anyone will see it.
He became aware of the terrifying power of insects and fell into madness."
"So, you are going to resume fighting, right?" Wright guessed.
Immediately afterwards, as Qiao Yin nodded his head covered with dirt, he tensed the muscles of his legs.
After a burst of pale yellow light belonging to the Lost One flashed at the heart, a circular outward-diffusing airflow suddenly appeared where Qiao Yin was standing.
After the air flow blew away the unswept dust everywhere, Qiao Yin's body flickered and left an afterimage, heading straight towards Wright to attack.
"Speed difference?" A flash of panic flashed in Wright's heart.
Although he raised the pistol as quickly as possible, he pulled the trigger and fired the last two of the three bullets remaining in the chamber.
But Qiao Yin tilted his head slightly to avoid him less than one meter away. With a strange and scary smile, he stared at Wright's heart with his red insect-like "compound eyes", glowing with dots of silver light.
The "Psius dagger" stabbed hard.
when!
The crisp sound of metal colliding came from Wright's chest, which gradually began to feel hot.
After the two pairs of eyes looked at each other with shock for a second, Wright suddenly felt that the surrounding space quickly became darker.
The world in front of him was distorted like it was collapsing inward.
But this weird situation only lasted for a second. After his consciousness was quickly brought back to reality, Wright quickly took half a step back.
After taking the opportunity to separate the "Psius Dagger" from the chest with thick scarlet blood pouring out, Wright quickly shot the last silver bullet into Qiao Yin's chest, which was glowing and belonged to the Lost One.
when!
Another crisp sound passed by, and Wright did not see the expected scene of the missing person's heart bursting and bleeding fluid or blood.
He gasped and looked down with an expression of curiosity and surprise. A sickle-shaped tentacle that looked like a mantis was flat against Qiao Yin's heart, blocking the fatal blow from the silver bullet.
That tentacle seemed to replace Qiao Yin's right arm in an instant!
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The current world view of magic power, occupations, sequential monsters and sequential gods will be constantly interspersed in the plot, including various cultural customs of the Zine Empire, etc.