Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1426 Mechanical Spirit (Second Change)

Level IV body armor must be able to defend against 5.56*45mm small-caliber rifle armor-piercing bullets, but it will inevitably appear powerless when facing .75 caliber ammunition at close range.It is a compliment to say that it is powerless. The 20mm warhead is almost an anti-armor shell. It is facing high-value targets with protective capabilities such as armored vehicles, aircraft, and fortifications. Said to be as fragile as a piece of paper.

Facing these reverberations of time coming from the subconscious to the material universe, he didn't even bother to use too much supernatural power, he just attached his spiritual power to the bomb, and used continuous, precise, and quick shots to clean up any that appeared in the material universe. The Holy Trinity mercenary in front of him.Sometimes he didn't even need to shoot, just approached the shadowy ghosts, and they evaporated like snowflakes in the hot sun, leaving no trace-including the bullets and anti-tank missiles between the virtual and the real-those Soldiers can't even realize that they are not real. They still shout battle slogans, calling for comrades and superiors who don't exist, because they only sketch fragments from partial memories.

To these lowly beings who are not even ghosts, his soul radiates a crown of power like molten gold.Too bright, too hot, to burn away memories as easily as dew.If someone looked directly at his soul, they would be like the mummified corpses of the mystic family, the body would be burned dry by the heat enough to affect reality.

His shots are accurate.

Every time the trigger was pulled, the fiery air from the gun's muzzle would blow up the dust on the ground, and he seemed to be walking on the floating ripples of a gray lake.He only carried a twenty-round magazine, but each time the drum was pulled out, the esoteric spell created new bolts out of thin air to fill it.He could feel the electronics and machinery that made up the bolter sing, eager to spew flames and unleash its innate instinct of destruction, cooperating with every pull of the trigger. , smoothly swallowing hot propellant gas, and stabilizing the movement of the bolt after each bomb is fired.It longs to be held, longed to be used, longing to be soaked in the blood of righteous slaughter, longing to roar the voice of pure hatred.

These extra-dimensional reverberations should not have appeared here, and the library should have been the safest place for Karma Taj.Seeming to sense his wrath, the bolter cries for justice and for the culprit to pay. "You will taste their blood, girl." The emperor pulled the trigger and pushed a new bolt into the chamber. "Soon, I will feed you with their souls."

The bullet fragments slashed at an astonishingly high speed, and it took seconds after the skin was cut to ooze blood.

For the victim, this abrasion is "bitten by a bullet".The phantom bullet froze the oozing blood, but then every movement she made caused the hard frost to tear at the skin and make more blood flow—and now she was running wildly along the trail of wool on the ground.Since the memory of the deceased appeared, she began to worry about that "witch friend" who had no resistance.That moment of self-blame was far more painful than the bullet grazing on my ankle afterwards.The burst of adrenaline failed to make Lara Croft immediately aware of the pain. She only felt that she had hit something, then hid in the bunker and fired two shots.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, a fully armed corpse fell at her feet, and then turned into smoke in the blink of an eye.She was not surprised by the sight in front of her, because she had seen this situation more than once. After the initial surprise, he quickly accepted the reality, that is, he didn't understand everything that happened here.

The boundary between fantasy and reality is becoming more and more blurred. Laura Croft feels that the darkness around her vision is getting deeper and deeper, and her mind is becoming more and more dizzy. The residual consciousness self-diagnosis tells her that she is now suffering from hypoxia. , low blood sugar, low blood pressure and other states.The choking smell of the propellant was almost suffocating until she ran into a place radiating with warm radiance, ghostly steam rising from her skin, and the phantom ice crystals clinging to her clothes and skin evaporated in the blink of an eye.It was like jumping into a bathtub filled with hot water from the ice and snow, and the frozen limbs began to feel warm and comfortable, but Lara Croft had no time to take care of such details at the time. She saw someone raised the muzzle on the edge of consciousness .

If she could recall her thoughts at the time afterwards, it must be despair.

She knew that she was too reckless, and jumped into this passageway where there might be enemies without first reconnaissance and detours. If the Holy Trinity soldiers who came out of nowhere wanted to kill her, now is the best chance.Unsurprisingly, she heard gunshots from her side again. The loud noise that could burst her eardrums almost stopped her heartbeat, interrupting her subconscious counterattack. She knew that she was facing death.

"He saved me, I don't know how he came to me."

"If you want to sleep with him, say so. I'm not going to shoot you, at least not this time."

Bayonetta covered the corners of her mouth with her wine glass.It’s not that such a thing has never happened, and under normal circumstances, her solution is to use a wine bottle instead of a pistol. After all, this is London, not New York, and the place she goes to is a high-society salon instead of an American bar. The kind of woman she met in New York who drew guns far more than smashed wine bottles — she wasn't one of those Californian guys with long fake nails, expensive bikinis, tans under UV lamps, trying their best. Women copying the Kardashians just pull each other's hair when they argue. "If I shot at every woman who tried to get him into bed since he was 13 years old, then the manor's ammunition reserves will definitely not be enough." I can't imagine how much he can attract flies in summer when he is only wearing a shirt."

Lara Croft took this as a liveliness joke.

"I admit he's attractive, but not that exaggerated." She smiled and shook her head.She knows the charm of Beunita and Joan of Arc. Even if she is a woman, it is hard not to be moved by such a beautiful body. Compared with participating in it herself, she wants to see the physical interaction like a Greek sculpture. She likes this A highly ornamental picture. "Let me go on. I don't know anything about this at the moment. I can only tell you what happened when he found me."

Master Hamel had no idea what was going on in the library.He wasn't worried about what Salomon would encounter when he entered the library alone, because he knew that the things inside were not troublesome to Salomon.He knew that this job was very important, and the missing spells could only be made up after all the extradimensional creatures had been expelled, so Mage Hamil called in a few helpers, and at the same time took back the key-shaped magic weapon from Mage Xiaowang.

"Master Wu Guiyue, Master Modu, and Master Casilios." Master Hamil bowed politely, and then let others see the key in the palm of his prosthetic limb. "I believe everyone understands those spells."

"I know the spell, but I don't know what happened here." Modu's mental state was obviously much better.After a period of self-cultivation and self-examination, his self-control ability and magic ability have returned to the past. Master Hamil is very pleased with this, because Kama Taj has not enough people to run the organization on the surface. "We must know what and how happened in the library, Mage Hamil."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)