high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 467 Don't Approach Me!
"..."

Lund looked at the smile almost blankly, his pupils dilated a little unconsciously, and his facial features slowly distorted, like a group of irregular polygons twisting together to form a taste of fear.

All is silent as if dead,
In the condensed silence, he heard the sound of the waves beating against the collapsed houses in the distance, the heartbeat like a drum in his chest, it was twitching desperately, clutching countless blood vessels and beating crazily together.

again.

Overwhelmed by tangible despair...

The smile in the smog overlapped with the memory of 23 years ago, one morning, in a gray and white mist wrapped in nauseating wetness.

When he opened his eyes from the bed, what he saw was that kind of smile...

No one heard the voice in his heart, no one could save him.

The room was filled with the stench of blood plasma. The pale, hairless monster squatted on the chair beside the bed, with the corpses of its parents lying at its feet. It looked contentedly at his trembling eyelashes, as if admiring a great masterpiece.

At that time when he opened his eyes from the bed, what he saw was that kind of smile...

The nightmare of memory happened again, he instinctively jumped a few steps back, trembling all over, like a sudden chill.He clenched his teeth so that the screams of fear could not come out from between his teeth, the blood from his body rushed to his head,

Fear... going to burn...

not far away.

The naked figure smiled at him, showing its gums and white teeth.

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"Why don't you talk?" he asked.

— "Why don't you talk?" asked the pale, hairless monster on the chair.

"Is it a mage?"

"—Lund Ingersoll."

"where do you come from?"

"—I killed all your family members."

"Are you still listening to me?"

"——open your eyes, their heads are looking at you."

"You won't fall asleep, will you?" He smiled.

"—I know you're awake." The monster smiled.

……

He heard his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he wanted to say something brave. The fear and nightmare came out of nowhere, as if it came out of nowhere like a joke, but he only felt his lips moving, but he didn't make a sound...

He thought of that morning, next to his little bed, the monster stepped on the backs of his parents lightly with his feet, and blood oozed from their noses, mouths, and ears like water.

can't do anything...

Just like before, just hide under the blanket and close your eyes...

"Don't!! Don't come here!! Don't come near me!!!!!!"

Lund finally broke down. He opened a portal with his hands and jumped in like a puppy whose tail was cut off:
"Sister!!! Sister!!! Sister!!!!!!"

"..."

Bai Shu was taken aback.

When he hesitantly raised his five fingers to close them, Lund's figure slipped into the portal, and in a burst of heart-piercing wailing, with the flickering of the portal, he disappeared instantly.

The air froze.

"...Instant teleportation, is this considered a magical genius, but why is he running?"

On this piece of land, there is only the crackling sound of flames occasionally burning, rustling like a dream.

After a long time, he suddenly slapped his head, showing an expression like eating a fly.

"Wait, can't you be scared... can this be scared?"

The Fermor giants are naturally the overlords of the world, and no matter which world's protoss they are, they naturally have an accompanying spiritual suppression on all lower creatures...

In ancient legends, the endless, terrifying majesty that tramples on everything, even at the moment of the pilgrimage, is enough to destroy the reason of the usurpers, heroes or saints, and crush them into the deepest hell of fear.

"Do not look directly at your God."

Mental suppression——

In other words, that is the power of God!

The "Seven Upanishads of Juzias" transformed Bai Shu's body and assimilated part of his body organs towards the giant protoss, but this transformation only lasted up to the fifth level of the First Upanishads, and the theocracy he carried could only Said to be negligible, it is equivalent to a weakened version of fear aura.

"Young man is not good at resisting stress. You can be frightened by this. You need to exercise more... If you practice the Zen principles of bald men, you won't even be able to get through the six-day life-kalpa."

Bai Shu was speechless.

He pressed his hands to the ground, closed his eyes, and invisible waves spread out from every pore of his body, meeting with the water molecules in the air, sharing information.

After half a sound.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looking straight at a certain group of buildings in the dark city.

"However, I found you..."

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Dapeng's blood burst into the air, and the throat made a rushing sound of being cut.

Quintus walked in the flames with his hands folded. The high temperature of hundreds of degrees Celsius enveloped him. The place where he was was burned by the flames, and the air nearby began to twist and trance, like a miniature sun.

Around him, the military police with live ammunition kept pouring ammunition towards him crazily, but those bullets were either blocked by an invisible shield when they approached Quintus.

Either.

It was just that he was affected by a strange force halfway, deflected his direction, and lost his target.

"This Portuguese power has been permanently protected against long-range weapons and mage armor, don't you understand? It is impossible to injure me with toys like small-caliber pistols."

In the flames, Quintus waved lightly at the military police.

It was as if a huge invisible blade had slashed across.

The bodies of several nearby military police officers were broken in two from the waist in an instant, and organs and a huge amount of blood spurted out, accompanied by screams and wailing.

"What a bunch of fearless idiots, I can't help but applaud your courage."

Under the terrified gaze of the crowd, Quintus moved hundreds of meters in an instant, appearing directly among the military and police.

puff!
Beside him, the terrifying high-temperature field came crashing down!
The destructive heat scorched the clothes and devoured the fragile skin and internal organs under the clothes...

Quintus held his cane indifferently, but the soldiers and policemen around him screamed, and were instantly ignited into human-shaped torches, which were suddenly swallowed by the flames.

"Flee, flee, apostates, but where can you go now?"

A mana whip flew out from the fire, and knocked down Alger who was trying to escape with Elena on his back, leaving a bloody scar on his chest.

Quintus approached slowly, his boots crushing the charred corpses of the military and police officers, with a smile on his face.

"Because of you, someone was killed by me again, and he was from the United States of America, don't you think it's ironic?"

"From Didier the gatekeeper, those wild mages, the transportation team, to the captain of the freighter... Sad little bug, do you know how many people you killed in order to escape from the Confederacy to this continent? Have you ever thought about it?"

"That's an astonishing number."

Quintus admired Alger's desperate expression, and approached a little:

"By St. Titus, I swear, it's so pitiful that Didiero's daughter is crying, and I almost relented."

"Really, I swear." He raised two fingers at Alger, jokingly pressed his fingernails: "It's just a little bit, a little bit, a little bit~"

"Quintus, you are a mad dog..."

The severe pain in his chest made Alger almost unable to breathe.

The young man wearing glasses panted heavily, and exhaustedly put down Elena, who had already passed out, on his back.

The high temperature and smoke that poured into his nasal cavity when he breathed made him sink into a trance, which seemed to be a strangely relaxed and happy feeling.

He knew he was going to die, he felt dying too, and he was half dead.

"You esoteric dog, murderer, executioner, I curse your soul, Quintus... I curse your soul that will never find peace, and from now on, every drop of water you drink will burn your heart poison, your breakfast is maggots in rotten bread, Quintus, I curse—”

The sound stopped abruptly.

Quintus smiled and withdrew his hand, and not far away, a slowly expanding crack appeared in Alger's throat.

He covered his throat with his hands, but the blood kept gushing out, and those cursing when he was dying were also drowned out by the short sound of wind gushing out of his throat, and he couldn't say it out.

"Does an apprentice who is not even a formal mage want to curse me? It's really beyond his control."

hum!
Buzz! ! ! !
Suddenly, there was a high-pitched roar of a manic vehicle, and a blackened police officer struggled to approach the cab and started the engine.

With good acceleration performance and full horsepower, the black vehicle rushed out like a mad rhinoceros, and pressed heavily towards Quintus amidst the roar of the police.

But what responded to him was only a bright yellow fireball.

The fireball exploded the moment it hit the vehicle, and the powerful shock wave threw the steel wreckage far away.

In the night sky, another small firework rose.

"Well, no one can bother us now."

Quintus withdrew his hand in a moment, and looked down at Alger and Elena who were unconscious and dying:
"I have a—"

The voice just fell.

The space behind him was suddenly in a trance, and the blurred light and shadow reflected it, boiling frantically.

"..."

Quintus clenched his fingers violently. He looked back gloomyly, only to see a silver-white teleportation door open behind him. Inside the door, Lund, whose face was blushing, staggered towards him in a panic. run over here.

"Wait...Damn it!"

Quintus' gloomy face changed instantly: "Are you sick again?!"

(End of this chapter)