Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 475 Black Runestones
The opposite side only needs to maintain this posture, some people suppress Allen with firepower, and the other part finds a way to climb over the two gaps in the center of the battlefield - after losing the distance and cover, even if Allen's individual combat No matter how strong the ability is, two fists are no match for four hands.

Allen gritted his teeth, pushed the last "sniper shotgun" into the chamber, and then quickly leaned his upper body out of the cover, aiming at the most densely populated position of the enemy and pulling the trigger!
"Bah!"

Before Allen could observe the effect of the shot, a huge force knocked him to the ground——

"I was shot?" This was Allen's first reaction. After a short period of blank consciousness, bursts of piercing pain came from his head, and he quickly reached out his hand to fumble—fortunately, the bullet hit the helmet. On the curved surface, the bounce bounced.It's just that a corner of the protective mask was shattered, and a few pieces of glass were inserted into the forehead, and blood slowly flowed down along the eyebrow arch.

Allen didn't have time to treat the wound, so he quickly took out a roll of repair tape from his pocket, tore off a piece, and sealed the hole in the mask.

The forehead injury was painful but not fatal.There are no important organs in this position, the superficial temporal artery on the side has not been pierced, and the brain is protected by hard bones... What's more, in the current situation, he has no time to bandage himself.

After giving himself a painkiller injection, Allen leaned against the boulder and constantly adjusted his breathing rate—the effect of the "sniper shotgun" just now seemed to be pretty good, and the chaotic gunfire on the other side had stopped After coming down, I don't know how many people were killed.

"The shot that hit me just now, was it a stray bullet?"

With this in mind, Allen turned on the battle recorder and pulled the progress bar to thirty seconds ago.

It wasn't a stray bullet that hit the helmet—the moment Allen leaned out to shoot, the leader also flashed out of the cover at the same time, and fired a series of short bursts at him with the Type [-] rifle in his hand, and then The screen shook violently for a while, and in the next shot, the recorder was already facing the leaden sky.

At a distance of 170 meters, it is not too difficult for a shooter who has been trained for a certain period of time to hit a half-body target with a Type [-] rifle.

And the zero-one rifle in the leader's hand may be the most accurate one in the hands of this group of heretic sect believers.

Allen unloaded his backpack and poked it out with a sniper rifle.

"Suddenly—"

It was another series of short bursts. Allen was very familiar with the unique sound of the zero-one assault rifle, but this time, the backpack protruding out was not hit. The bullet hit the boulder, and the fragments of the rock It splashed and hit Allen's body.

The opponent's marksmanship was not as good as Allen had imagined. The shot just now seemed to have a greater proportion of luck.

On the other side, the leader is changing the magazine angrily - his marksmanship is actually not bad, but the shot he just hit was indeed due to good luck - this Zero-[-] assault rifle may be as old as it is It's more than twice his size, and the rifling on the inside of the barrel is almost invisible. It's really a burst of character to be able to hit people at this distance.

"Damn! It's over, damn it! Damn it!" The leader retreated behind the bunker holding the gun, cursing a series of dirty words bitterly.

All his subordinates have been killed, and no one can help him attract firepower anymore, and just the first round of shooting, he thought he had successfully killed the sniper...

But the other party is still alive!

I clearly saw that sniper leaned back and fell down, how could he not die? !
A full-power [-]mm caliber bullet, even if it is just scratched, can tear off a large piece of flesh, and a sniper is obviously shot in the upper body, how can he still have the ability to move?

Could it be that the opponent is wearing heavy power armor?
Then I still have a fart chance of winning!

He still had two magazines left on him, but what good was that?This gun didn't penetrate the heavy armor worn by the sniper at all. Even if he stood in front of him and let him shoot him, he couldn't do anything about him...

He curled up as much as possible, pressed his unprotected legs under his buttocks, arched his waist, and pressed his head against the boulder as a cover. He didn't know when there would be another bullet that could explode in mid-air It exploded on the top of the head... This feeling of waiting for the opponent to pronounce his fate is really a kind of torture.

He couldn't help but put his hand into his pocket, took out a black stone talisman that was polished very smooth, held the stone talisman in his palm, and murmured in a low voice: "Great God... I beg you... ...please bless me...I don't want to die..."

Somewhat ironically, although this leader has shown great loyalty to the great gods and sects on weekdays, it is not even an exaggeration to describe it as fanaticism.But this is actually all pretended by him. In fact, he doesn’t believe in any great gods at all. In his opinion, the reason why the prophets and others can gain great power is because they had a good luck in a certain Alpha ruins...

But he is a smart person. Before the small group of exiles he belonged to was absorbed by the heretic sect, he had already seen the strength and development potential of the heretic sect. In addition, heretical sects will obviously become the second largest human force on Alpha Planet.

So he recruited a few exiles who had a good relationship with him on weekdays, launched a rebellion, assassinated the leader of this group of exiles and those who were loyal to the leader, and took the remaining more than 50 exiles to actively join the heresy It is for this reason that he sat in the position of leader.

"What kind of great god is nothing but a fart!" He often thinks like this, "If he is lucky and can find some treasures in the ruins, maybe he can do better than the prophet."

As for the "containers" parasitized by the eroding species, he has never touched them—in his opinion, those who sacrificed their lives for the so-called beliefs are all fucking bad guys.

But now, he wished that the "great god" really existed, and it would be best if he could hear his prayers to save his "loyal believer" from danger.

[PS Thank you for the 1 million starting point coins rewarded by the three big guys... I have been writing for several years, and I never thought that I would have a day of the Silver League. I am really a little excited and don't know what to say...

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