The saint faced the whipping man's whip-like arm, jumped up, turned around like a gymnast in the air, rotated 720 degrees, and missed the whipping hand by a hair's breadth.
At this moment, he had forgotten the physical pain, and the inexplicable spirit supported him, making him feel like he was capable of anything.
The saint was convinced that he could escape the whipper's attack and save the child before he hit the ground.
Then came another arm, whipping from above. The saint was as light as a swallow, and even had the illusion that time was slowing down when his thinking was highly concentrated.
The saint had heard Soult describe this feeling countless times. He didn't know if he felt the same as Soult now, but he knew that this must be a miracle given by God.
The saint not only dodged the whipper's attack, he also stepped on the opponent's arm and ran up a few steps like a ladder to heaven, using the strength of his elbow to push hard!
With the help of the whipper's swinging arm, the saint flew into the sky and jumped up to a height of three to four meters, grabbing the window edge of the fourth floor with one hand.
The saint suddenly turned his head, and behind him was a child falling from the sky. They looked at each other one by one. There was no fear in the child's eyes, but a face full of determination, as if he was fighting for the last moment of his life!
"Let's go!" The saint grabbed the child by the collar and threw the child, who weighed no more than 70 kilograms, into the floor.
"The game is over!" The whipper didn't see the result he wanted, and immediately became angry. He raised his body again and swept his arms across!
Only this time, his arm was like a blade, cutting a crack more than five meters long in the wall on that side of the building!
The saint released his hand in time, let himself fall to the ground, dodged the attack again, and ran directly in the direction of the whipper without wasting any time.
He didn't have time to confirm whether the child had safely escaped the whipper's attack. He had to deal with this physiologically and psychologically abnormal superhuman first!
The Saint slid between the legs of the whipper in a sliding shovel position, took out his pistol and shot directly above himself, but failed to cause any effective damage.
Perhaps out of a man's instinct, the whipper subconsciously raised his legs to trample on the saint.
But the saint was in some strange state at this time. He used the whipping man's other leg as a cover and continued to avoid the whipping man's attacks in the same way as King Qin circled the pillar!
In the process, the Saint emptied all the magazines of his pistol and verified that many vital parts were not damaged enough.
However, at this moment, like a blessed spiritual saint, he remembered the action of the whipper covering his face with his hands when he shot for the first time!
"Devil, I've got you!" the saint shouted loudly, throwing away his pistol and climbing up the back of the whipper's thigh.
The whipper roared angrily and tried to shake off the enemy on his legs, but his ability could only extend his limbs, not other parts.
This resulted in the fact that although the whipping man had limbs four to five meters long, his body was still proportioned to that of an ordinary person. The result of this imbalance in proportion was that when he tried to do some fine movements, he was completely unable to do so.
For example, now, an ordinary person can easily reach out and remove something from the back of his knee, but a whipper needs to find the right angle and keep his arms at the right length to complete this action.
This time was enough for the saint to climb to the height of his waist. The next second, the saint was hanging on the whipper's back, and his arms were intertwined to complete a naked choke!
"This is definitely the first time I've done this with my feet off the ground!" The saint glanced down and said in the whipper's ear: "I guess you have a bulletproof penis, but you forgot to grow a bulletproof neck!"
The Saint tried to tighten his arms to suffocate the Flagellant, but as he did so, it felt like he was trying to snap a length of steel.
"Wrong guess...dead man!" The Flagellant laughed loudly. His hands suddenly shrank to normal size, then he held the Saint's arms forcefully and forcibly untied the opponent's naked choke!
The next second, the Saint was thrown from behind by the opponent's undisputed superiority with one hand, and then was sent straight into the sky by this arm!
How high is he from the ground now? Twenty-five meters? Or thirty meters? The saint firmly holds the whipper's wrist with both hands to prevent the other person from throwing him down.
"Do you think I will just throw you to death so easily?" The whipper's legs were extended again, making him nearly twenty meters above the ground: "You have to make up for the fun I lost! This is exclusive for you
Specially designed Ferris wheel of death!”
"Are you ready?" The whipper slowly turned his arm, and with a cruel smile on his face, he let go of his hand, letting the saint hang on his arm: "Start accelerating!"
After saying that, the whipper started swinging his arms in circles, getting faster and faster!
The saint only felt that starting from the third lap, all the blood in his body was rushing toward his feet under the action of centrifugal force, but he still remained awake and held his hands tightly, refusing to compromise!
He was very surprised at his current state. If he was in normal times, he might have fainted, but now the saint can even overcome the centrifugal force and show a twisted smile: "God bless me!"
He silently counted the time it took for the flogger's arm to rotate once, started preparing when he was closest to the ground, and when the arm reached the twelve o'clock position, he suddenly let go!
"Oh!" The saint was thrown up to a height of more than ten meters in the sky, screamed in excitement, and then began to fall!
He firmly grasped the weaponized cross on his chest, flipped the switch gently, and a twenty centimeter-long short blade popped out from the front of the cross.
The saint looked at the whipper directly below him, made a gesture like splitting Huashan, aimed at his head and struck him hard!
The specially made steel easily cut off the opponent's skull under the action of gravity acceleration, cut open the disgusting face, and then stuck it in the opponent's throat bone.
The saint at this time was so keen that he immediately let go the moment he felt the weapon jamming, letting himself continue to fall.
But when he landed, there was already a ball of quick-response gel waiting for him.
"The tree fell!" The saint broke free from the shackles of the gel, stood in front of the Flagellant's weirdly proportioned body, and reached out to gently push his leg.
The flagellant was indeed like a tree, falling straight backwards.
"It's so exciting!" The saint looked down at his hands. He realized that he might have awakened, but he was at a loss as to what his ability was.
In those few minutes, the saint felt as if he was omnipotent, and there was nothing he couldn't do as long as he wanted to.
But the next second, the sudden feeling of exhaustion was like a whipping hand, hitting the saint directly on the face, causing him to stagger and fall to the side of the road.
"Sam! Sam!" The child who had tried to help the saint before was like a weed on the roadside. He suddenly appeared from the corner and shouted the name of his companion towards the building opposite, with a hint of crying in his tone: "
Are you still alive? Answer me quickly, don't scare me!"
"Stop shouting, Deli, do you want to attract other weirdos here?" A limping Sam appeared at the second floor window and hurriedly showed his face to reassure his companions: "See if it's still alive? I
Get down now!"
"Oh!" Deli huffed and picked up the backpack he had hidden before. It was dropped by the saint on the roadside, but the rules of District 13 belong to whomever sees it, so these things now belong to him.
Dragging a backpack that was almost as tall as himself, Deli stumbled towards the direction of the whipper's body. When he passed by the saint, he stopped to test the saint's breath and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure he was still breathing.
The closer he looked at the weirdo, the more scared Deli became, but he still resolutely completed Sam's task. He dragged his backpack and checked it all the way to the whipping man, and saw the face that was almost uncovered.
Deli was not intimidated by the blood. Children of his age were already half adults in District 13.
He raised the gun, loaded it with difficulty, and then put the muzzle of the gun into the face of the whipper, well, to be precise, it was the face of the past, that face was no longer visible.
Deli was still afraid of this weirdo, and he killed an entire group of Taha gang soldiers in just two minutes.
Maybe it was the remaining neurological reaction, maybe the knife wasn't long enough to completely destroy the brain, but the whipper suddenly spit out a bunch of blood bubbles from his mouth that was divided into four parts.
Then the hands and feet twitched like an arthropod and began to shrink.
Deli was startled, and he sat down on the ground and screamed belatedly, but then he remembered Sam's warning and covered his mouth.
But fortunately, this was the weirdo's last flashback. He twitched and became silent.
Even if the head is crushed, it cannot stop the mutation of the whipping man's corpse. It is still shrinking its limbs, and it does not officially end until the limbs return to normal proportions.
It's just that the limbs of the whipper now look like the roots of a century-old tree, like vines that have been dried and twisted together.
If it weren't for the words "corpse" attached to it, no one would be able to tell that these were once human limbs.
"Sam! He's dead!" Deli saw Sam limping onto the street and ran over immediately. At this time, he had a smile on his face: "I'm sure!"
"Oh, by the way, that man is still alive, what should we do?" Deli pointed to the saint who fainted on the ground: "He saved us twice, we saved him once, we still owe him...
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"I know! I know!" Sam interrupted Deli impatiently, looked around, and pointed to the rope hanging on the saint's back: "You find a few boards, and we drag him back to the underground shelter.
Besides! I know I owe him one more time!"
Deli laughed happily and began to look for usable materials in the nearby ruins, as if everything that had just happened was just an adventure encountered by children playing around, and they were still so carefree.
Just like that, the small, limping figure was followed by another small figure, and behind it was dragging a wounded man lying on the iron sheet.
It's just that neither of the two children realized that the wounded man's head should be placed on the higher side. As Deli tried to move forward, the iron sheet hit the saint and ran over the uneven ground under the weight.
Of course, his head flashed outside the range of Iron Bar, and together with Iron Bar, he measured every pit and every stone on the ground.
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"Besides the information the king gave us, what else do we know?" Outside District 13, mobilized armed soldiers were urgently sealing off the dusty area. A man in a trench coat with a big nose was drinking coffee in the night breeze.
, roaring at his men.
He is Otto Walder, the head of the Gaul branch of the ECS Bureau and the nominal head of all superhuman beings in Gaul.
But in fact, Antoine's rights and authority are far less than those of Lindsay Leglis, because he is neither a super human nor a Gaul.
The ECS Bureau of the European Community implements a mutual supervision system. He was appointed by Sandezi to supervise the ECS Bureau branch, while a Gaul supervisor did the same work in Sandezi.
This allows the two branch managers to have a lot of time every day to experience the folk customs and customs of foreign countries, because they really have nothing to do, and the European Community likes this kind of power mechanism.
When the entire ECS Bureau's Gallic branch's superhuman beings were secretly controlled, Otto didn't know that he was drinking coffee in a certain cafe in Paris.
When Wang Zhengdao arrived in Paris, Otto did not receive the notice. He was in the mall choosing wedding anniversary gifts for his wife.
When Wang Zhengdao and Lindsay were attacked, Otto was completely unaware. He hesitated on the street whether he should go to the last club again to experience the real Gallic style.
When a war broke out between the Secret Service and the controlled superhumans of the ECS Bureau, Otto finally knew about it because he was on that street.
You can completely imagine Otto's mood at that time. One second he was receiving a high salary but not having to work at all, a happy salary worm. The next second he saw the superhumans in his department fighting Secret Service agents and soldiers on the street.
Already.
When Otto rushed back to his post, he found that there was no one alive here. The controlled superhumans had bloodbathed all non-superhuman employees in the entire branch.
The Secret Service and law enforcement officers had cordoned off the entire scene. When Otto showed his ID, their first reaction was to panic, and their second reaction was to take aim with their guns.
Otto swore that if he hadn't raised his hands in surrender quickly enough, his name would be on that big list now.
If the Junker nobles of his ancestors knew that he served in Gaul and only learned the essence of their country, they would probably kick him out of the family tree.
"Twenty minutes ago, the Taha gang sent a messenger to warn us that they have some old friends in their hands. If Gaul plans to use superhumans as weapons to massacre them, they will completely wipe Paris off the map." A man in military uniform.
The general saluted Otto: "I'm sorry that I didn't share the information with you in time, but do you have anything to explain about the behavior of the superhumans inside?"
"You...! You?" Otto stared at these Gallic soldiers in shock, his face becoming extremely ugly: "You don't want to put the responsibility on the ECS Bureau, do you? You can't do this, you do this
It will shake the entire European Community..."
"Of course we can." The general waved his hand, and the two military policemen behind him held Otto down: "I believe that the ECS Bureau and the European Community will survive. After all, this is the purpose of our establishment."