Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1747 Bitter Fruit (Thirty-Six)

It’s a very good idea, but this night hunter, let’s call him the white-faced man, is still too weak.

Although his momentum was amazing and his swordsmanship was ferocious, he was at most at the same level as old man Li He who had upgraded his skills before the battle at the Erm Palace.

Compared with the gifts bestowed upon other indigenous peoples, it still lacks the flavor of a superior.

Specifically speaking of the current situation, to put it simply, there is a lack of high-level means of destruction.

Even if I stand here and let him chop me, it will take him some effort to completely destroy my life.

And Fu Qian is definitely not going to do such a boring thing.

  As for why the previous knife was not grabbed directly?

It was simple. Considering the posture of the two Hillarias crawling on him, the one lying on his chest, Hillaria II, had been successfully hit by that blow and was killed in one blow.

The direct effect was that without her help, the intoxicating "liberation" instantly lost its former intensity and went downhill just like the crying sound.

As your mind becomes sharper, the opponent will have less bonus from surprise attacks, so you will naturally be more comfortable dealing with it.

All in all, if Dr. Dorian is going to use this as a trump card, he needs to work harder.

Especially the white-faced man didn't seem to be very obedient to orders. He killed a tool man with his first strike.

But it doesn’t matter. Fu Qian chose to believe in the doctor, thinking that he must have a solution.

Speaking of this, I wonder if the "treatment" can still be completed if both Hilarias die, and how to complete it?

  Do I need to go back to the church to figure it out on my own? Or will I be resurrected after a while?

"I think you are well dressed. It is not polite to interrupt others casually."

An astonishing force came from his hands, but unfortunately, while thinking about the technical problem, he did not delay in adding strength to his hands and held the long sword tightly there.

"Now let us continue. Its name is mercy, and it is dedicated to giving people liberation."

It was obvious that the other party attached great importance to "breaking" and was not willing to give up easily, so the situation was temporarily deadlocked.

At this time, the disadvantage of the long sword is reflected, because the distance is really quite far, unless there is a long-range attack method or the arm can be lengthened, it is impossible to reach it with a punch.

But it doesn’t matter. The other party doesn’t have long-range means, but I do.

While introducing, Fu Qian had already pointed the mercy in his left hand at the other party again.

bah—

The next moment he pulled the trigger, and what spurted out was the same golden fire as before.

Doctor, it's time to cheer up.

……

  puff!

For a moment, Fu Qian was even curious whether white ashes would splash out.

The white-faced man's obsession with his weapon was indeed extraordinary. Even though his means of combat were at such a disadvantage, he still did not give up and just tried to dodge at that moment.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian was not aiming at its head, but at the hand holding the weapon.

Be good at making your opponent make choices.

There is no doubt that the white-faced man made a difficult decision between dropping the knife and being hit, resulting in a solid bullet in the shoulder.

Bang, bang, bang—

Fu Qian was not polite about this and continued to use up all the bullets in his gun, forcing the other party to answer three multiple-choice questions in a row.

The only pity is that even though it was specially made by the Night Watchmen, its physical power was limited, and in the end it only tore apart the opponent's uniquely shaped outer garment, revealing the equally pale body underneath.

Ahhhh——

Fortunately, as an enchanted bullet, physical power is not everything.

The blooming golden flames did not ignite any clothing, but almost at the same time when Fu Qian put away the empty gun, something seemed to be ignited in those extremely wild eyes, accompanied by an irrational roar from the white-faced man's throat.

Although it was clear from the sound that language communication was impossible, it was gratifying that changes finally occurred with this sound.

Under the clothes torn by the bullet, a long and thin bulge quickly appeared on the pale skin.

With one section after another, it looks a bit like a snake at first glance.

However, Fu Qian immediately denied this view and instead thought of another thing - the spine.

Although the size is a bit smaller, the shape is obviously closer.

The subsequent changes confirmed his idea. Soon, more densely packed marks appeared, and it was easy to distinguish that more than one of them had a skull-like outline.

It was messy, crowded, and of course equally small in size, like a mass grave piled on top of a giant.

As they surged forward rapidly, they even rushed all the way to the long sword, instantly turning it into a real butcher knife.

……

It is said that motivation is useful, and the combat effectiveness is indeed rising.

Fu Qian, who was holding the blade, was undoubtedly the first to bear the brunt of the attack.

Given the former's sudden increase in size, it became much more difficult for him to exert force with his palms.

Of course, Fu Qian knew very well that this was only a superficial phenomenon, and the white-faced man's move was definitely more than just changing the shape of the weapon.

At that moment he could clearly feel that something was emerging that had not been there before.

Not only has the White-Faced Man's rank risen again, but if he were to be slashed now, the effect would most likely not be so simple.

And this change is obviously related to Dorian.

The golden fire that he attached to the bullet just now did have some effect on the white-faced man.

And that little bit of instability was obviously something Dorian, who had high hopes for him, did not want to see, so he used some currently uncertain means to strengthen it.

Very nice, but - snap!

His strength increased rapidly, and the butcher knife that was pulled out of his hand little by little seemed to tremble at a certain moment.

Unfortunately, this did not change its fate at all. With a sound that seemed to be filled with endless wailing, the knife was broken from one third.

The punishment from the wise man is not only effective against people, but also against breaking things.

Bang!

As the gray powder in his hand flew around, Fu Qian casually threw the broken blade, which was unrecognizable in an instant, at the opponent's feet.

not enough.

The white-faced man at this moment might have become a character that required him to deal with every blow seriously, but he still did not show any amazing specialness.

It is still just an illusion belonging to this dream, and the degree of transcendence is not even as good as that of Sarah and the others.

Dorian still needs to work harder, and he doesn't have much time left.

Because I have been in the dark for a while, if I delay any longer I will have to go out again.

It looked like he was really trying. The white-faced man holding the broken blade was stunned for only a moment, then he turned around and stabbed the weapon into his stomach.

And along with this act of self-harm, I could clearly feel that another special change was happening, something more - ah?

As Fu Qian was looking forward to it, he saw gray powder starting to fall from the pale face and quickly spread all over the body.

In less than a breath, both the man and the knife disappeared without a trace.