Wu Xiuwen temporarily fell into an uncontrollable state of madness. This situation is very common during expeditions. In the gunsmith's view, many companions cannot overcome this level. We have also seen this type of symptoms of mental fragmentation and depersonalization before -
—Teacher Beichen, who is currently teaching in Galahad, is one of them. Part of his soul will forever remain in the battlefield with noisy artillery fire.
Sensing something strange about his companion, Xueming immediately came to the student's side, ignoring the strange crowd in the interrogation hall.
He stretched out his hand, took off his anti-cut gloves, clenched his right fist to control the power of the Heart of Steel. He gave birth to the spiritual power of fragrant dreams, and tried his best to send Wu Xiuwen into the dream.
On the other side, Xiao Qi felt the chain of psychic reactions from the Heart of Steel, and she looked at her husband with a complicated expression——
——Although he didn’t know where this kid came from or what Wu Xiuwen’s background was, Xiao Qi’s high madness index could tell that this young man had suffered too much mental damage.
Whether it was mental exhaustion or emotional stimulation, Wu Xiuwen was already too tired and could not get a healthy sleep during the pupation stage. This kind of psychic would most likely die suddenly and suddenly die midway.
"Can he be saved? You seem to care about him very much."
Jiang Xueming held Xiuwen's head tightly, and the boy immediately collapsed. He picked up Wu Xiuwen, carried him to Jianxiong's side, and turned around to say something.
"He has gone too far and needs a rest."
The sun dried up the bloodstains all over the long street, and the bright red grass and trees gradually turned into dark red.
Xiaoqi's glib tone was not serious: "You have found two more young and strong boys to accompany you? Tell me about this story when you have time, sweetheart?"
"What if I'm looking for a girl?" Xueming asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Hahaha! You can also talk about these weird things!~" Bai Zijin took off his helmet, revealing the contusions and bruises on his neck, as well as the blood splattered on his earlobe during a deadly fight with the enemy.
This was the first time that Zhao Jianxiong saw his wife. He was still in a daze, anxiously guarding Guan Xiangxiang. He had no more attention to give to the unknown hero - he was very confused in his heart, mostly thinking about his elder brother.
I was thinking about Wu Xiuwen.
The sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the gunsmith felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter. Wu Xiuwen suffered very serious mental damage, and Fragrance Dream had to consume most of his concentration to maintain that sweet dream.
He didn't talk to Xiaoqi about his family affairs, and he didn't have the energy to say nice things.
Xiaoqi's eyes followed the butterflies flying among the trees, waiting for her husband's next instruction.
After about six or seven minutes, everything seemed to have quieted down during this period. Only the boring rereading of many officials in the prefect's mansion and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers coming from far away in the city were left.
When the shadow of the gate tower gradually retreats to the side of the stone lion, the sun also completely emits its heat.
The head of Yue Zhi Gongcao turned into a timer, gradually exuding a burning smell under the baking of the sun, and pale bird feathers grew from the hair on the temples. The symptoms of this dead head becoming more and more obvious.
Gunsmith: "I'm leaving."
Xiaoqi: "Together?"
Gunsmith: "Do you still have any ammunition?"
Xiao Qi first spread his hands, then checked the gun: "It's all gone."
Gunsmith: "Then if you can't keep an eye on me, why don't you keep an eye on my two students? I have a way."
"Okay." Xiao Qi didn't hesitate at all. She was very reassured about her husband and there was almost no communication barrier: "When you go in, use the Heart of Steel to report to me that you are safe. I will definitely be able to find you."
The gunsmith checked the equipment for the last time. The decisive battle in Taiye County should be next, but judging from the intelligence obtained before the battle, the difficulty of this battle will not be very high.
The retainers killed in Yanwuping last night, the twelve divine generals Liu Ding Liu Jia, and this month's meritorious officers should be the most powerful high-value targets in the Prefecture - if Li Kunhai and his personal bodyguards have two
The brush will not be hidden until dawn.
He was alert and on guard.
Step by step, they walked to the hearing hall, walked through the long garden street, and entered the tree-lined avenue, without killing anyone again. When the parents and officials of Taiye County saw the gunsmith, they immediately knelt down to greet the guests and did not dare to speak.
When they arrived at the outer door of the trial hall, the state judge and Lingtai Cheng immediately opened the door for the enemy.
Arriving at the inner door, the gunsmith knocked on the door, but no one answered at first.
He knocked hard again, and the doctor's question came from inside the door——
"——What's going on?! Who's here!"
The gunsmith said: "Zhang Congfeng."
There was a burst of noisy voices in the hall, and the noisiest one was Li Kunhai.
"He's coming! He's coming!"
"The demon monk is here! How to fight him! Judge the case! Zhongxian School! You go! You go!"
Colonel Zhongxian: "Ah? Me?"
Judgment of the case: "My humble position is just that of a sixth-rank supervisor... How can I deal with this god? Mr. Li, do you want me to die?"
Li Kunhai was furious: "I don't care! Who can stop him?! I will reward him with ten thousand taels of gold!"
There is no one available around this prefect. He is the face of Taiye County, and the blood-giving monsters raised in his home cannot get close to him - he has to mix with these sapiens in order to keep his righteous skin.
Now that all the blood-granting monsters and immortal soldiers in the palace are dead, who is left to protect him?
Doctor Feng Yi, who had been trying to make the prefect happy, was a clever guy. When Chengxin School and Zhongxian School were not paying attention, he secretly unlocked the inner door, picked up the bolt of the door, and opened the door to welcome guests.
The gunsmith finally came in with dignity.
When the captains on the left and right saw this bloody black-armored murderer, they immediately lost their will to fight and retreated towards the courtyard wall, not even daring to show their weapons.
The gunsmith walked straight to the steps of the hall. When he crossed the threshold, the civil servants and military officers in the room involuntarily moved out of the way. Those who were sitting in the hall drinking tea and listening to the verdict, and the respected and powerful ministers also stood up.
Li Kunhai, who was sitting at the main seat, looked pale, holding on to the chair handles with both hands, and his whole body was limp.
He remembered this outfit and this image——
——This is the "god of death" mentioned by the Lingguang Buddha, with facial features, armor shape, and the soothing spiritual stone (pyroxene) magic weapon. These characteristics all belong to the gunsmith.
"You...you you you...you!"
Under the pressure of the gunsmith's spiritual pressure, this blood-giving monster almost showed its true form.
"You're not dead?! You're not dead?!"
Judah had already informed all his subordinates of the gunsmith's death through the elixir communication network, hoping to boost the morale of the Shambhala troops and prepare for an early counterattack on Eureka.
The gunsmith didn't respond immediately. He was searching for other blood donation units in the room. After he was sure that there was only one like this, he stood in the hall, opened his helmet and saw people with their true faces. He wanted to follow the rules of Shambhala and interact with this person.
A bunch of meat-dog zombies talk about the benevolence, righteousness and morality of Shambhala.
"If I want to kill Li Kunhai, I will kill him alone, and tell him my true feelings before killing him."
As soon as they stood up, the faces of all the officers and generals changed, almost out of instinct. Most of them couldn't manage their expressions well, and their faces were full of joy - Taiye cannot live without a prefect, which is a good thing.
The gunsmith locked his prey and talked about personal matters with Li Kunhai.
"Judas is your boss, you have the elixir, give it to me."
"It's impossible!" Li Kunhai quickly begged for mercy: "It's impossible! Master Immortal, please forgive me!"
Gunsmith: "Why not?"
"Anyway..." The governor still wanted to keep the human skin.
The gunsmith asked in a trembling voice, his spiritual pressure surging.
"You and True Lord Kunwu are colluding inside and outside, killing the people of Taiye, performing evil sacrifices, and doing things for the monster Lingguang Buddha. I want you to abandon the secret and surrender to the law to atone for your sins, why can't you?"
"Aren't you going to arrest me? Why did you hide all night? All the helpers called by Yuezhi Gong Cao are already dead. I killed them."
"These immortal soldiers and generals are not human beings in your eyes? They want to save you and protect you..."
"Lord Li Kunhai, why do you ask me to spare my life?"
"Still, you know, you know it in your heart..."
"You are an ungrateful, despicable, cowardly, and timid official who framed Zhongliang! Do you know that you are in danger?!"
"When I got to the street, I saw Guan Xiangxiang was about to be tortured with a guillotine. What crime did she commit?"
"Do you want to talk to me about the laws of Daxia? Li Kunhai?"
"Take off your human skin! Otherwise I will dig out your heart! Take out your liver! See if there is any elixir in your belly!"
As soon as these words came out, the blood-granting monster could no longer withstand the gunsmith's spiritual pressure——
——The eunuch's body swelled up, bursting through his official uniform, and his original beard immediately turned white, turning into thick feathers on his neck, and turned into an eagle-bird monster.
Just as the gunsmith said, the elixir was in his belly, where his diaphragm was close to his heart and lungs. The holy blood of the insect nest in his belly was out of control. The moment the lycanthropy broke out, the strong sense of hunger and thirst almost overwhelmed him.
Driven crazy.
"Gunsmith...Gunsmith..."
"Please...please..."
"Don't kill me..."
"The elixir is here...the elixir is here..."
While his body had not yet completely transformed into a beast, he tore his inner clothes, exposing the sarcoma on his chest and abdomen. There was a dark red swollen eyeball embedded in the skin, and it looked like it was about to be covered with feathers.
With a puff, Li Kunhai became anxious and used his sharp claws to cut open his stomach and take out the contaminated seed of chaos.
This was originally Ao Mingde's trading tool, a payment terminal used for accounting in the human world. Through the psychic transformation of the Vita Brand, it became Judah's telephone radio station.
The gunsmith didn't step forward immediately. He could feel the strong psychic tide on the blood-giving monster - this was the Wings of Light, it was a red morpho butterfly. Even if it was motionless like a dead man, it would take two more shots to get close.
He quietly observed Li Kunhai's complexion and waited until the blood was completely drained before he dared to take back this vital prop.
After the prefect turned into a monster, more than 30 officers and generals in the hall hid in corners, but they didn't mean to scream. They had already expected it in their hearts - whether Li Kunhai was a human being seemed to them.
Not that important.
"I want to live! Gunsmith!" Li Kunhai urged, stretched out his toes and handed out the elixir, "Let me live! Let me live! I can help you!"
The gunsmith still didn't respond.
Li Kunhai's voice is hoarse, and without the blessing of the elixir, he is getting weaker and weaker.
"Every one of these officials in this room has been blessed by True Lord Kunwu to some extent. The Rakshasa in them is still there, so Kunwu is not dead! Since Kunwu is not dead! Why do I have to die?!"
"I can live too! I have value...I have it!"
Gunsmith: "Tell me about it."
Li Kunhai: "I know many, many...many things..."
Gunsmith: "Focus on the key points."
Li Kunhai's throat has completely transformed into a beast, and his voice has changed.
"There are three crucial feathers in Judah's alliance. As an important manager of the southeastern checkpoint to command the demons, I must also cooperate with these feather masters to raise fairy fetuses."
"If you fight Judas to the end, you can't get around these three feathers..."
"These are the last three trump cards of the Alliance of Eternals. These three people will always protect Judah and are his life-protecting talismans..."
The gunsmith slowly approached the monster, convinced that Li Kunhai had no ability to resist, and even his breathing intervals had slowed down.
The sun shines in through the inner door, and the prefect still maintains the half-kneeling posture of handing over the elixir, prostrate on the carpet.
"Take... take... the gunsmith..."
"I want to live...I want to live..."
"These three Feather Masters...their soul power..."
"I know their names..."
Jiang Xueming tried to pick the elixir. He took out a roll of emergency bandages from his carry-on bag, wrapped the seed of chaos in it, and wanted to get away quickly.
A strong spiritual energy surge erupted from Li Kunhai's body, which was a sign of the activation of soul power!
Xueming only felt that the bandage that came into contact with the elixir melted quickly. Its texture was originally a rough woven fabric, but it turned into a liquid in an instant!
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The fabric became "sticky" and hung like a puddle of muddy water between Li Kunhai's toe claws and Xueming's palm.
The elixir is still connected to the blood of this monster and can be used as a flesh-and-blood medium to activate the power of the soul! Just like the gunsmith can use his severed fingers to activate the ability of fragrant dreams!
This section of liquefied bandage quickly turned into a red color. It absorbed the blood in the prefect's body and turned the cloth into a new soul power catalyst——
——This process is very fast, almost only a few tenths of a second.
Xueming had no time to react, and the right hand connected to the bandage began to melt.
First, the nails on the backs of the fingers, and then the palms, together with the heart of steel, turned into soft mud! The right hand was folded and drooped, limp, just hanging by the side, and the arm was slowly turning into liquid!
It didn't break or bleed, it just turned into a highly viscous liquid. It felt no pain and didn't seem to cause any harm.
"What are you going to do?" Jiang Xueming immediately took out a knife with his left hand and prepared for the slaughtering process.
Li Kunhai said pitifully——
"——I'm useful..."
"My immortal power, my magical power..."
"My soul power...is useful?"
"Is it useful? As long as it's useful to you...I won't die...right?"
It seems that this psychic ability can turn any object into a liquid state, but it does not have much lethality. After the Heart of Steel was affected, the pyroxene jewelry still played a role.
The talent of this red morpho butterfly only stops here. It may be sent to modern society and a fluid mechanics laboratory to continue to shine in this field.
"I want to live..."
Li Kunhai Shen Shen muttered.
"I know a lot...I know everything..."
"Let me live...Gunsmith, you definitely don't want to kill me..."
"I..."
But the gunsmith didn't give him this chance, and the sudden psychic reaction was like a nuclear bomb. When Li Kunhai unleashed his soul power on the gunsmith to show off his talent, the gunsmith had already begun the execution process.
Beloberg pierced the beast's head. The eagle-bird monster was still wailing, and he had no time to turn his head into liquid. But even after it turned into liquid form, Beloberg's high temperature could still mess up his brain.
Roasted.
"No, no, no...that's not right..."
"You can't..."
"If you want to know..."
The gunsmith didn't have much time and opportunity, and he didn't have the idea of testing the poison on his own body. He was much more cautious than the god of death that Li Kunhai expected.
This time it’s Hunwei’s harassment, what’s next? Are we going to give these ogres a chance to fight back in the second round? Xueming won’t be so kind – according to the battle plan, there will be no room for cooperation.
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"Spare me...Master Feather's name..."
"Master Feather's name...Fayi...Fayi Frosalin..."
"Fayi..."
Eagle Bird's body gradually became limp, and Beloberg made a deep hole in his head, from his temple to the Tianling Cap.
After the psychic power expired, Xueming could feel that his right arm had returned to a solid form, and the limp arm had changed again. Only then did he feel relieved, packed up the elixir, and waited.
When the sun burns this monster into ashes, it is certain that it will not be resurrected——