Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 336 A Weak Enemy Cannot Be Treated Lightly, A Strong Enemy Cannot Be Feared

Floating habitat.

The long street.

The wind and rain are like darkness, and a hundred ghosts travel at night.

Masahiko Shimazu frowned, unable to figure out what happened just now.

He clearly sensed Xin Ziqiu's aura before, and even saw the boy's figure, but he lost track of him in the blink of an eye.

What's even more strange is that the other party was obviously still in a daze one second, and suddenly disappeared the next second, as if there was another gap in his memory.

Oops, did I fall into his method of forgetting again?

Masahiko Shimadzu shook his head vigorously, and quickly drove the thought out of his mind.

Impossible, I have the power of rules, Xin Ziqiu absolutely has no ability to successfully cast spells on me from such a distance.

Looking around, he saw the floats on the street rolling towards him, and the faceless statue on it was sitting quietly, with a face without facial features but deep and secluded, it seemed to be firmly locked in his direction, and seemed to be laughing at his incompetence with failure.

Shimazu Masahiko became more and more angry, ashamed and angry, and a nameless resentment suddenly surged in his heart.

When a thought comes together, it is like wildfire starting a prairie fire, once it is fired, it is out of control.

A mere novice walker escaped under his nose twice, this is simply a shame and a shame that he has never encountered in his life.

You want to hide and be a turtle?Okay, I'll kill everyone on this long street and see where you can hide.

With this in mind, the killing intent in Masahiko Shimadzu's heart could no longer be restrained, and he punched out with his hand raised.

The mid-level walker struck out in anger, and the power was extremely terrifying. Immediately, everyone within a radius of tens of feet was enveloped by his fist wind, as if being run over by a heavy armored vehicle.

The mortal bodies of passers-by on the street were crushed to pieces by the boundless force like harvesting wheat, and their stumps and flesh were splashed everywhere like bursting watermelons.

Only that float, although it was in the center of the fist, was not affected at all, and was still moving forward steadily at the original speed.

After Masahiko Shimadzu vented, he calmed down a little, but when he looked at the faceless statue in the float again, the emotions in his heart changed again, and the extreme anger suddenly turned into a sense of weakness and powerlessness, and he felt a kind of salute to the gods inexplicably. Thoughts of worship.

For some reason, he firmly believed in his heart that as long as he worshiped this idol, he could gain unparalleled strength.

That desire for strength soon became irresistible, and as soon as his legs gave way, he was about to kneel down and pray to the Faceless Immortal.

But just when Masahiko Shimadzu's knees were about to approach the ground, suddenly a dreamlike breath surged over him, making him regain his sanity.

"No, this statue is weird!"

But just as he reacted, a strange energy fluctuation emanated from the faceless statue, instantly sweeping the audience.

Pedestrians and tourists on the street, including Shimadzu Masahiko, all felt a burst of relief, and the feeling of being infected and manipulated was swept away in an instant.

The people who were prostrate on the ground stood up one after another, looked at each other, and remembered what they had said and done just now, and they all showed embarrassment.

Even those extreme believers who self-mutilated their limbs and tried to sacrifice them to the Faceless Immortal were in so much pain that they hugged their stumped limbs and cut off their hands, crying continuously.

Masahiko Shimazu's ability to become the favored son of Shinto's younger generation is by no means in vain. He realized something was wrong the first time he spontaneously protected his body with the power of dreams, and quickly made a judgment.

run away.

The power of this idol is unfathomable, and it is definitely not something that I can resist, but as long as I don't look at it, or even think about it in my mind, my mind will not be affected.

He turned around and ran, but just after he escaped a short distance, he was blocked by a petite figure.

The other party had blond hair like a waterfall, a black dress, and shiny black high-heeled shoes, which made her snow-white skin shine like a bright moon in the dark night.

It was the young walker of the Temple of Olympus, Diana.

She felt the powerful aura of Shimazu Masahiko, but she didn't have any timidity at all. Instead, she showed an excited smile, looked at the other party's clothes, and said softly:

"It's such a damn big place, it's hard to find a match. You're a Shinto man? What's your name?"

Masahiko Shimadzu has no intention of fighting at this moment. He doesn't want to be caught up by the floats, and let the faceless statue affect his mind again and make him ugly, so he doesn't stop, swoops past, and says:
"Go away, I don't have time to talk to you."

Diana was spoiled and spoiled since childhood, how could anyone dare to speak in such a tone in front of her?Hearing this, he was furious immediately, stretched out his plain hand, and pointed at Shimadzu Masahiko:
"Curse: Evil Spirit Possession!"

Masahiko Shimadzu was running at high speed, when she pointed at him from a distance, he suddenly felt extremely itchy, and his skin began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye, with yellow-brown pus and blood flowing out from it.

Above the wounds, terrifying demonic faces also emerged, making whimpering sounds.

Masahiko Shimadzu couldn't avoid the battle, so he could only stop, mobilize his true qi, and forcibly suppress the power of the curse.

He looked back, but saw that weird float parked in the middle of the road, and did not chase after it.

Although he doesn't know what happened, but since he has no worries for the time being, he doesn't mind killing one more opponent, so he said in a deep voice:

"My young master never hits women, especially beautiful ones, but if you want to die today, then you can't blame me!"

As he said that, Masahiko Shimadzu took a step forward with great momentum, and the flesh and blood that had decayed due to the curse quickly recovered as before, and the wooden clogs under his feet made a rattling sound, and rushed towards Diana at high speed.

He has very rich experience in actual combat, and he has long seen that the opponent is a magician, and his methods are extremely clever.

However, each school has its weaknesses. Although practitioners of conjurers, warlocks, elemental mages and other schools have powerful spells, most of them are not masters of melee combat. It is said that as long as the distance between the two is shortened, he can take the tactical advantage.

However, Diana is also the proud daughter of heaven who has experienced many battles, so naturally she will not let him succeed. She let out a soft scold, and her long hair spread out like a bird's tail, turning into golden poisonous snakes, each of them opened their bloody mouths, Spewing out a long snake letter is frightening.

"Curse: Power of Medusa!"

Medusa is a Gorgon in Greek mythology, who is said to turn anyone who looks at her into stone.

This curse also has the same effect. It is one of Diana's trump cards. It can greatly weaken the speed and strength of opponents facing her. The closer the distance, the stronger the effect. It is designed to restrain close fighters like Shimadzu Masahiko.

Sure enough, Masahiko Shimadzu was shrouded in the power of the spell. He felt cold all over his body, and his blood was about to freeze. His exposed white cheeks and hands lost their luster and elasticity, and began to turn livid.

His whole body seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, his body was wrapped in sticky mud, and his every move became extremely slow and difficult, really like a statue carved with knives and axes.

Diana sneered:

"Stupid men who only use force to solve problems..."

Before he finished speaking, Masahiko Shimadzu, who had been half petrified, suddenly turned into a puff of smoke, dissipating like gray fireworks blooming in the dark night.

"Ninjutsu: Shadow Clone!"

Diana's beautiful eyes widened and she was taken aback, only then did she realize that the Japanese master in front of her had used the avatar technique to deceive herself.

Curse on the wrong target.

But the battlefield is changing rapidly, how can there be any chance of making mistakes?

Before she could react, she felt her neck tightened, and was tightly clamped by a powerful big hand, followed by her feet leaving the ground uncontrollably, and was picked up by someone like catching a cat. .

Then, Shimadzu Masahiko's feminine laughter sounded from behind, with endless mockery...

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(End of this chapter)