How should I put it? Standing on the carriage with high spirits, holding two guns and killing in all directions, wherever the rays of light hit, the enemies were ignited like torches, and they ran around screaming.
It really looks a bit like "A Better Tomorrow".
Of course, it would be better if those straws left in the truck bed were held in Star-Lord's mouth like toothpicks instead of being accidentally inserted into his head.
In short, with sufficient firepower and restraint of the enemy's elemental attack types, it is not difficult to carve a path through the dense enemy waves.
It's the "engine of this carriage. It's not very good. The crossbow horse was exhausted from running in the previous dimension, and was frightened by the breath of the eyeball monster. Now when facing these plants with no eyes but only mouths, it seems that
Some want to lie down and die.
No matter how Jessica whipped the reins, it just moved forward slowly. As a cart horse, not a war horse, it was obvious that it was overwhelmed by the atmosphere of the battlefield.
"Let's go! Let's go! You idiot! Damn it, why did I choose an eggless horse like you?!"
The female detective breathed a sweet scent and the reins in her hands crackled loudly. Living in a large city of reinforced concrete, she obviously didn't have much to do with the animals and could only try to encourage them with words.
However, the effect was not very good. Compared with the driver's curses, it was obviously more afraid of the smell of the battlefield. If it were not pulling the car, it would even want to retreat.
"Sister, don't scold it, let me do it."
Sifu, who was holding a sword in the carriage and guarding the surroundings, noticed this situation. She volunteered to stand up, quickly climbed over the carriage driver's position, and jumped onto the horse.
First, he reached out and touched the horse's head, using his fingers to attract the horse's attention. Then, in an environment surrounded by fire, he stuffed something into its mouth, and whispered something into the horse's ear. It sounded like
It doesn't sound like English.
No one could understand what she said, but the effect was immediate. The horse pulling the carriage seemed to be possessed by something, and it was like a different horse in the blink of an eye.
Originally with its head drooped and cowering, it now held its head high, its eyes firm, and it rushed towards the fire scene with its legs spread out. Although its speed was still slower than that of a war horse, its momentum was comparable to that of a tank.
Xifu did not sit back in the carriage, but directly rode on the horse, holding a sword in her hand, alert to possible fish that might have slipped through the net.
In fact, this is not necessary, because although Star-Lord is not very reliable, he also has advantages, that is, his marksmanship is very good. After all, it is the capital of settling down in the universe. No one really thinks that he relies on his ability to become a space mercenary.
Dance?
If his close combat ability is 1, then his long-range shooting ability is 99, which adds up to a hundred points.
Although most of the time, a person's combat effectiveness is measured by comprehensive quality, that is, the scores of various offensive and defensive methods are added up and then averaged...
The wheels spun rapidly, and the broken wooden car clanked and clanged across the road paved with flames. Even though this place was once a mountain forest, when all the plants were activated and running around, it became more like a rough grassland.
"How did you do it?" Jessica loosened the reins in her hands and asked Ms. Sifu curiously: "Can this horse understand you? I thought it was just a traffic shaped by the enemy in the dimension.
tool.
Sif, with her long hair flying, smiled, as if riding a horse made her feel happy, and replied:
"I was also a Valkyrie. Although I was perhaps the worst among the sisters, I studied riding very seriously, including the skills of communicating with horses. This horse is not the winged flying horse we used to ride.
, but it’s not much different. As for you saying it’s a vehicle shaped by the enemy? In my opinion, it’s still essentially a horse.”
"Valkyrie..." Colson touched his forehead thoughtfully.
"Well, in terms of Earth, I'm probably just an intern, ugh."
Sifu, who was riding on horseback, gave a bitter smile. She sighed and tried her best to explain in the language of the earth:
"My sisters in the past thought that I was a...connected person, and they didn't like me very much.
But I can understand it, because in Asgard, honor must be won by one's own sword, and I have nothing to defend. However, I was quite happy riding horses and practicing martial arts with so many sisters during those days."
It should be fun. Hundreds of girls of similar ages live together. Except for a very small amount of time when they need to attract souls, the rest of the time is either drinking or fighting. Classic Asgardian entertainment, following Frigga.
But no one plays with her like this, and ordinary maids don't have the fighting power like her.
"Look at the road. You should also look at the road when reminiscing about the past." Jessica, the mood destroyer, waved her hand and motioned for Xifu to turn her head back: "Let the horse turn left. Let's go to the hill. Our friends are over there."
"
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"By the way, I haven't seen your sister for a while recently. Hela and Brunhilde are working as a catcher on Sakaar."
After eavesdropping on the exchanges between the team below, Deathstroke suddenly remembered Angela, the daughter of Odin who was raised by the angel family in Havenheim. During the last counterattack in that dimension, Su Ming used her and then abandoned her.
It's in the back of my head.
"You are the Supreme Mage, don't ask me." Hela spread her hands and looked at Ms. Sif in the west, watching the hot wind roll up her long hair. "Havenheim is now the high priest of Oshutu.
As for the regent, Angela has nothing to do with me, and I don't care about her life or death."
"You are so heartless, you woman." Su Ming smiled and shook his head. He took out a cigarette and lit it: "Okay, let's get down to business. Do you see where the key points in this dimension are?"
"It should be a mouth, but I haven't found a particularly big mouth so far." Hades looked at Carol and Thanos, and continued: "I suggest you look for it in the sky or underground."
"Well, in the sky..." Su Ming took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. He also started to move his mouth because of his big mouth: "The first dimension is the eye, the second dimension is the mouth, our enemy
It seems like I’m playing something very new.”
"It could also be something very old." Thanos crossed his arms and a cruel smile appeared on his grooved face: "It's so old that the entire universe has forgotten what it is."
"That's interesting. If you are really that old, there should be a real "old man" who taught this knowledge to the men in black robes we are looking for, right? Because I think they themselves can also use bombs and terrorist attacks.
You don’t look like an old man. By the way, I’ll give you a pineapple to eat. I grow it at home. Try it.”
Deathstroke felt that Thanos was right, so he also gave him a reward, which was the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit's second favorite thing after death - agricultural products.