As soon as the stranger opened his eyes, he saw such a shocking scene that he couldn't help but feel weak in his legs.
"...Ah, ah ah..."
His throat rattled and made meaningless sounds.
The pupils shrank and the vision went dark. The stranger fell directly to the ground - not just knocked down by the "flying kick", but because his mind went blank and he was a little dizzy, and his legs weakened and he fell down.
Strangers are not afraid of corpses, let alone dead people.
As a fourth-level disaster splicer, although he has not graduated from school, he has already taken over and pieced together many corpses. Even when he was not able to speak clearly, he had already learned the art of sewing corpses from his sister and father.
To him, human corpses can only be called materials, no different from clay and building blocks.
He has a friend who comes from a family of watchmakers. The guy has been playing with pocket watches since he was a child, while the stranger has been playing with corpses since he was a child. To him, it's the same thing.
——However, this was the first time that the stranger saw a living person turned into a corpse.
The extraordinary person's excellent dynamic vision allowed him to see everything. The old man's face still had a look of fear and consternation, and his whole person was twisted and broken under the fire and pressure. His body, crushed by the pressure, seemed to be stuffed.
A firecracker tomato. Countless spurts of blood were like countless needles, falling on his body as if they were nailed into the bone marrow.
The stranger couldn't even tell whether it was because the blood had penetrating power and impact under the high pressure, or whether the pain he felt was just an illusion.
He himself didn't know what he was afraid of, but he knew that standing in the middle of the street must be very dangerous.
So although his legs began to weaken and he could not stand up at all, his educated brain still urged his body to almost roll and crawl away from the blown corpse.
He had just crawled two steps before he realized that he had not taken the box. So he crawled back again, stood up with his waist hunched over the box, and staggered to hide in a nearby residence.
As soon as he knocked on the door, the door opened directly. The other party pulled him in without asking.
That's an old woman.
"Master Nobel!"
She exclaimed: "Are you okay?!"
"...haha, ha...ha...cough cough cough..."
The stranger waved his hands and shook his head, but could not speak.
He made a heavy wheezing sound, gasping for air as if he was having an asthma attack.
But there was no fresh air rushing into his throat.
——Only the smell of earth, blood and smoke.
They made Stranger's throat feel dry and he couldn't help but want to cough. He coughed until tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, like a non-smoker taking a long puff of lit tobacco.
It took him a while before he finally calmed down a little. He asked in a hoarse voice: "What... happened?"
He was surprised that his voice had become so hoarse, as if he was breaking just by speaking.
The stranger subconsciously touched his throat, but it was wet and sticky to the touch. His experience immediately told him that it was the touch of warm human blood.
He looked at his fingers in confusion and found that they were dripping with blood.
The stranger felt that his eyes seemed a little blurry and he couldn't open them. So he subconsciously reached out and wiped his face twice. When he let go, his hands were covered with blood.
"He was beaten in by a pig-skinned Star Antimony man!"
The old woman screamed with a shrill voice and a hoarse voice like a witch: "There are dead people everywhere, please don't go out!"
...Star Antimony Man?
Stranger gradually sorted out some of the current situation.
Although I don’t know why, I suddenly appeared here as soon as I closed and opened my eyes. It was like I had lost my memory for a while...
But look at the surrounding walls with a rather rural atmosphere, this should be the countryside of Avalon.
Did I escape here alone?
Immediately, another unsolvable doubt arose in the stranger's mind.
——How could Xing Antimony’s army attack a village without an army garrison? Why would they directly use alchemy bombs to attack civilians?
This makes absolutely no sense!
The military manual says that this kind of behavior is not allowed!
Who is directing?!
Anger and confusion rose in his heart, and Stranger clenched his fists subconsciously.
"I……"
As soon as he spoke, the words got stuck in his throat.
——What would he say?
Comforting the other person that everything will be fine? But the bomb just fell in front of him, and his body and hands were still covered in blood.
Explain to the Star Antimony people that this is abnormal? However, the familiar villagers in the past were shattered into pieces before their eyes.
That they will all be fine?
...But now I can only exert the third level of combat power, and I can't even exert the full power of Master Nobel.
Even if he can perform - what can he do?
But Stranger felt that he couldn't do it without saying something. The words were stuck in his chest, and he would go crazy if he didn't say them out.
He looked around in fear and confusion, clenching and unclenching his fists. He didn't know what he was going to do, or where he was.
But at this moment, the old woman suddenly pulled him down.
Even for an alchemist who doesn't strengthen his body very much, his physique is much stronger than that of the old man. However, the stranger was so panicked that he didn't resist at all, so he was pulled to the ground.
The next moment, the stranger held his breath and his mind went blank.
Because something very familiar to him appeared——
It has a ferocious horned face, a skinny body like a monkey, and wings like a bat.
Fluorescent green runes shone above their heads, and their bodies were covered with a metal shell like an iron cage. Inside was flesh and blood that had become cold and dry due to high-speed flight.
It looks like a person's skin has been peeled off and a metal coat is tied around the outside.
Their arms are machine guns bound by iron hoops, and two cape-like bullet chains are wrapped around their backs.
When they spotted them, they swooped down with a screeching sound like a monkey.
In the dark night, flames shot out from the muzzle of the gun. The old woman's body was torn apart in an instant, like a scarecrow.
"Mom! Damn it...I'll fuck you, damn monster!"
A roaring middle-aged man rushed out of the house.
He held a shotgun in his right hand and suddenly pulled the trigger at the gargoyle.
——But these bullets are of no use to them.
The bullets capable of hunting bears only cracked the stone statues with a gap the size of a baby's fist. The gargoyles' movements did not have any lag. They did not even stop the triggers, just like watering flowers in the garden, turning the muzzles of their guns at will.
, the barrage splashed out and tore the man into pieces.
...This is exactly the operation details set by Mooke.
Gargoyles have very low intelligence, so they cannot master complex weapon operation skills, and the use of firearms is naturally not one of them.
But if it's just a command like "pull the trigger", it can be done.
Aiming was too difficult for them. If they detected an enemy and fired again, it would be easy for the bullet to fail to fire due to delayed reaction. So after testing six versions, Stranger chose "not releasing the trigger"
new ideas.
As long as the gargoyles enter combat mode and there are no targets in front of them that need protection, they will not let go of the trigger. Even if they turn the muzzle, they will continue to shoot. The barrage splashed out can be easily woven into a large net,
Anyone who tries to escape is torn apart, and the firepower is deadly to unarmored units.
...and tear apart anyone who tries to escape.
Stranger's mind flashed to the scene where he proudly explained his new ideas, and his excited voice still rang in his ears.
