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Chapter 188 Helpless Khalsa
There are actually helpers? !
But why didn’t I detect other heartbeats within the sensing range of my mind? !

This thought came to Khalsa the Cup Man with horror. He instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of the arrow. Through the gap between the sparse dead trees, he saw a gray and black figure standing on the hillside in the distance.

But the heart and cup readings did not enhance his vision. In such a gray winter, he could only vaguely see a tall and mighty silhouette. The attacker's shoulders were as wide as a double-door wardrobe, and his legs were as long as He looks like a pillar... He must be a very strong and charming man.

However, this was not the time to indulge in the reverie of cups. Khalsa took advantage of the aberration that had not yet broken free from the shackles of thirst and hunger. He immediately rolled sideways and reached out to pick up the revolver on the ground.

However, at this time, another arrow was thrown from a distance like a prophet. Before he reached out to touch the handle of the gun, it had accurately hit the short gun on the ground. The dangerous arrow with an undercut was inserted into the trigger position, and This modern murder weapon, capable of causing distinctly unnatural noises, was firmly nailed to the ground.

Khalsa couldn't help but show a look of fear on his face. There was a crazy deformed person in front of him who was ready to move, and a burly marksman on his side waiting for an opportunity. He seemed to be able to see that his life journey was gradually approaching the final destination.

no!We can no longer fight with these two guys, we must find a way to retreat immediately! ! !

Frontal combat is not my strong point. The Heart and Cups have given me enough physical strength to fight ten women at night. I should use my endurance to deal with them, or escape directly.

Khalsa endured the pain and broke the arrow in his hand while looking at the coastline not far away, which was his perfect escape route!

The cold and gray sea water can not only blur the sight of the archer and distort the power of the arrow, but the aberration has lost its mind in exchange for a deeper penetration of the secret power, making the spirit and body closer to the essence of sex.

But even the aberrants are still not out of the realm of the mortal body and cannot escape the influence of natural rules. They still need to abide by a series of physiological instincts such as hunger, cold, and heat. This will inevitably consume extra physical energy due to the cold erosion of the ocean. And oxygen - and endurance is the advantage of my Khalsa. Even before joining the order to experience the power of secret transmission, the girls at the Moulin Rouge would be so scared that their legs would weaken and beg for mercy after seeing me.

Khalsa made up his mind, and he immediately abandoned the short gun that fell to the ground. Before the aberration could fully wake up, he turned around and ran towards the coastline hundreds of yards away.

He did not deliberately run in a straight line, but walked left and right through the woods like a slippery loach, intending to use these dry trees as temporary shelters to block the sight of distant archers and resist the opponent's arrows.

Karsa muttered the walking words, awakening the vitality in his body, boosting the endurance of his muscles, and ran for dozens of yards at the ultimate speed of a hundred-meter sprint without feeling any fatigue, and he also released the magic power of the heart and cup at the same time. , all of them attacked the crazy aberration monster in order to further delay time and prevent the other party from getting rid of the influence of thirst and hunger.

His series of operations were as smooth as flowing water. Even he couldn't help but feel complacent in his heart - indeed, in the face of the fear of death, human beings can often squeeze out all the potential in the body. Even I admired my decisiveness and wit at this time. And quickly!
While walking around among the dry woods, he almost always kept his body hidden behind the trees. Although this piece of dead woods near the sea is a bit sparse, fortunately the trees are still quite strong and can barely cover my body. All I had to do was run in long strides and place my stop behind the trees every time to avoid an open shooting straight line between me and the archer. It was expected that I would be able to prevent the opponent's attack!However, there is still an open area of ​​one or two hundred yards between this forest and the coastline. There are no obstacles that can be used as shelters. That is the place most vulnerable to arrow attacks. Khalsa believes that the man who never caught up The archer must be waiting for him to enter that——

Khalsa's inner words hadn't ended yet. He had just poked his head out from behind another dead tree when an arrow whizzed towards him. Even when he sensed the sound of breaking wind, he was already trying to retreat. He leaned forward and retracted into the tree cover to avoid his head and heart from being accurately shot by the archer.

As a esoteric cultist who cultivates both the heart and the cup, his vitality far exceeds that of ordinary people. As long as these two major organs are not damaged, harmless injuries such as a perforated palm will have no impact on his actions except for the faint feeling of pain. Interference in any way.

However, when he stepped back and bent his body, although his important organs could be hidden behind the bunker to avoid being hit by arrows, the feet that had to use force from the ground to tilt his upper body back still remained behind the bunker... And that damn thing The archer actually aimed at his calf! ! !
The sharp undercut arrow pierced his calf with a pop, piercing deeply into the tibia and becoming firmly stuck in the flesh.

Just as he was crouching behind the cover of a dead tree, trying to break off the wooden shaft of this insidious arrow, he felt the tearing pain in his calf, but suddenly he felt a buzzing sound in his head, making him dizzy, like someone. Flies and mosquitoes dance inside the skull and sing a lullaby-like song.

He suddenly felt that his spirit was in a trance. It was obvious that this abominable archer was a moth-like hermetic cultist. The magic power of the moth was attached to the arrows, allowing the weird and chaotic influence to reach directly into his mind through the arrows. But so little The weak moth phase magic power can have extremely weak negative impact on one's own mind.

Khalsa felt that he still maintained a certain level of sobriety and rationality at this moment. He knew that his first task at present was to focus all the magic power of the heart and the cup on the calf injury, forcibly rejuvenating the muscles, and then use intoxication Paralyzing one's own pain, even if this will leave sequelae on the calf, compared to the cost of losing one's life, the cost of having at least one leg disabled and that will definitely be cured after returning to the cult is completely worth it!
Although I don’t know why this unknown archer would sneak attack me for no reason when I was searching for clues in the library?Although it seems that the other party came alone, there must be other forces hidden behind it... Could it be the potential power of the Gowell Hotel? After knowing that our religious group was secretly searching their library, they sent a killer to try to kill them. Do we erase? !
No, I have to get out of here quickly! ! !

Khalsa had forcefully pulled out the barbed arrow from his calf. The barbs immediately pulled out muscle fibers that seemed to be dancing wildly for some reason. Hot blood spurted out and splashed on the ground, and inside The slight bone fracture has been temporarily healed by the nourishment of the mind's magic power.

Cup Man, who was completely immersed in the process of self-healing, didn't notice that after his fresh, sweet and fragrant blood splashed onto the ground, there seemed to be some kind of breath that was difficult to detect based on the mortal sense of smell alone, surrounding this sweet fragrance and floating backward. , floating towards the short gun he left behind for unknown reasons, helping a confused beast to give up its unnecessary desire for words.

Khalsa, who had temporarily suppressed his injuries, adjusted his condition through breathing. Just as he was preparing to charge forward suddenly, he suddenly felt through his mind that a violent, wild and chaotic heartbeat suddenly sounded behind him. !
Are there other people in this forest? !

Why is there no relevant image in my mind at all? !

Cup Man Khalsa looked back in shock, and saw those ferocious multi-faceted eyes as clear as finely carved obsidian, reflecting his panicked face! ! !
　I'm busy working overtime today, so I can only do this update...

　　
　
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