Chapter 440: Charge
Lively music filled the air, and men danced comically to it.
The pointed leather shoes knocked against each other, and the gorgeous crown shone with a faint light.
Snap.
The madman snapped his fingers, and a pure golden crying face mask appeared on his face.
After a burst of twisting, the iron pliers turned into a red and blue cane, with feathers and ribbons flying out of it.
The jester in paradise, in addition to making the prince laugh, is also responsible for bringing cries and nightmares to his enemies.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Bursts of laughter came from under the crying face mask, and the jester took funny steps to attack the enemy in the distance.
"Ouch!"
The half-cylinder was smashed down with a wave of his hand, but the tall figure disappeared strangely.
Only balloons were left, and pigeons came from nowhere.
The next second, those objects disappeared at the same time, turning into pieces of paper and ribbons.
Snap.
The madman lightly snapped his fingers, and the flint on his gloves took effect, quickly working with the scattered combustibles.
"Well done."
The young man grinned and held the spear in his hand tightly.
Bang, bang, bang.
With his heart beating like a drum, Wang Jin slowly opened his mouth and spit out hot steam.
Overload status.
As long as he has enough time, he can use this method to hit a blow far beyond his own strength.
Even if you have to endure the exhaustion that comes with it, this move is very cost-effective.
"Ouch!"
Half Tank roared and turned around, trying to stay away from the young man in front of him who suddenly became more aggressive.
He instinctively felt fear.
Bang!
The moving body suddenly stopped, as if it hit some obstacle.
Invisible obstacles.
"Boss! Ready!"
The madman raised his hands as if there was a piece of glass in front of him.
As a result, the transparent barrier blocked the retreat of the half-cylinder.
"Gah..."
As if realizing that this would be dangerous, Half Tank turned his body and tried to escape in another direction.
But it was of no use.
There was still a man in funny clothes raising his hands, lighting up an invisible barrier.
"surprise!"
A voice full of ridicule sounded, as if coming from three directions at the same time.
"Gah?"
Half the cylinder was stunned.
His not-so-smart mind prevents him from understanding why he is trapped.
But he knew that the only way to survive was ahead.
It didn't take much time for my not-so-intelligent brain to make a decision.
Move forward and attack the young man holding a spear in front of you.
Bang!
Still hitting a wall.
"The fourth wall!"
The Fool was breathing heavily, with cold sweat dripping from under his mask, as if he was exhausted.
"Well done."
Wang Jin grinned and put a little force on his feet.
Click.
The concrete floor was cracked, as if it had withstood a force that did not belong to it.
The drumbeat sounded like a trumpet for attack.
The cheerful ditty disappeared and turned into an impassioned symphony.
The Prince of Paradise launched a charge.
"call…"
The green god's aura crawled onto his face, trying hard to repair the capillaries that were about to burst.
Wang Jin tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to find the target in the blood-red sight.
The madman is not the only one who is desperate.
The overload caused the blood to surge, the heartbeat to become disordered, and even the vision was affected.
But the power of this switch is unquestionable.
"call…"
Wang Jin gasped, a faint mist of blood spurting out of his mouth and nose.
Internal organs were damaged, and the unbearable high temperature was torturing his body.
But the charge still won't stop.
The Prince of Paradise raised the spear in his hand high, and the iris petals were floating in the air.
This chapter has been completed!