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Chapter 388 The Unborn Weapon

The young man held the wooden butt of the ancient lion hunting gun tightly, and his right arm with rolled sleeves was covered with dark blood vessels that were winding like snakes. The ferocious and protruding blood vessels were still trembling and squirming slightly, as if some kind of dark viscosity was being transported in the blood vessels. substance.

But if you look closely, you will find that there seems to be some mottled and strange color faintly flowing in the squirming black blood vessels.

Impure sulfur, golden blood, turbid black.

These three disparate colors are completely unharmoniously mixed into a mottled and complex chaotic color, rushing rapidly in this weak body that has no power to fight, like a seemingly inseparable joint army rushing to the front line of the war, walking along the road It became dilapidated and full of hidden traps.

The power from his father has seriously contaminated the boy's flesh and blood.

The innate cup phase instinct was brutally suppressed, while the moth phase, which was basically derived from the paternal bloodline, took the opportunity to greedily absorb the liquid in the cup. The sweet and mellow cup phase cells seemed to have ferocious protruding edges, as if wild things hidden deep in the cells were tearing at each other. Clinging to the cell cocoon wall, the chaotic moth is about to completely break out of the cocoon.

He trembled uncontrollably, and his self-awareness, which had been deeply asleep, seemed to be awakened by the violent changes in his body.

The pain of twisting the body has exceeded the endurance limit of Cup Xiang.

Although Cup people will also seek pleasure in pain, for them, pain is more like a flavor enhancer to add to pleasure.

Delayed sensory gratification after painful fermentation will also become more delicious, just as the sweetness of clear water can only be tasted after experiencing thirst in the hot desert.

The boy couldn't help but cry out in his heart.

In this world, only those madmen who serve the wolf of division pursue never-ending pain. They spend their lives lighting the furnace of destruction. The insatiable flames will destroy others as well as themselves.

"Father, I feel so painful and uncomfortable..."

"I'm sorry... I really can't bear the pain of this tearing. I really can't bear all your great power. I..."

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Sebastian was also awakened by this light. He regained control of a small part of his body, and his whitened left eye returned to normal in an instant.

The pain that the young man felt at this moment was the ultimate pain that had exceeded the limit of his mental endurance.

Then he saw his father's right eye floating in front of him, the dark obsidian pupil reflecting the frightened left eye.

"Father, it hurts so much!!!"

Even those who enjoy masochism will not simply enjoy the pain of being ripped apart, but more enjoy the moment of release after experiencing whipping torture. That is the real bliss!

This pain, which has no meaning of delayed gratification, will not bring him any joy at all, but will only cause the collapse and destruction of his mind and body.

The boy's native left eye trembled at high speed and he rolled his eyes. The gray and dim dawn was mixed with the burning scarlet fire, reflecting into the dark and silent spiritual world.

"Please, please stop, okay?"

Sebastian tried his best to scream out, but no matter how hard he tried to control the vibration of his vocal cords, he couldn't make any sound. He could only helplessly shout loudly in his heart:

"What on earth have you done?! So much so that my face is trembling and screaming for mercy!!!"

A hoarse and thick voice sounded in the boy's head, "It's okay, Sebastian, you just had a nightmare."

The father's words that resounded in his head were as cold as ice, but they contained a majesty that was unquestionable and undeniable, "Now, forget all this, close your eyes and go back to sleep."

"But I really-" Sebastian struggled and wanted to continue speaking. In the next moment, his spirit seemed to be completely corroded by a dark shadow, and his consciousness was overwhelmed by confusion and lethargy. The boy fell asleep again, letting his father control his body at will.

Watson tilted his neck, and two tentacles as dark and sticky as crude oil sprouted from behind his right shoulder, and the tips of the tentacles were connected like a knot.

He casually stuffed the ancient broken lion hunting flintlock into the ring connected by two tentacles and carried it on his back.

The twisted, knotted tentacles were also trembling slightly, pouring sharp blade power into the shattered Many-Winged One mark at the end of the gun butt.

Watson also had his hands free to retrieve a second weapon from the trunk.

It was a dark metal empty tube as thick as a mortal thigh. The front end of the tube expanded outward like a loudspeaker, and a 150mm super-caliber armor-piercing projectile was stuffed in the center of the loudspeaker.

This is a portable heavy weapon that should appear in the world sixty years later. The heavy steel vehicles it is designed to deal with have not yet been born in today's waking world, and even the manufacturing technology is not yet mature.

But this bazooka, which belongs to sixty years later, appeared in advance due to its incredible casting power, and the imaginary enemies it faced have also changed.

It is no longer to deal with the heavy and huge steel beast, but to deal with another type of powerful life form that is more agile, flexible and hard.

Although the concept of the design has changed, due to the forging power beyond imagination, its power is even far more powerful than the prototype sixty years in the future!

The interior of the dark steel barrel is carved with lines of dispute, which can effectively condense the power of the blade and concentrate the sharpness and cutting generated out of thin air into the warhead in front of the barrel.

The 150mm super-caliber armor-piercing projectile incorporates a shaped charge design that has not yet been born in the world today.

The high explosive column shaft is made into a concave shape, so that the energy during the explosion is condensed into an extremely hot jet of high temperature and high pressure due to the energy accumulation effect.

After the metal powder cover on the front of the warhead is melted by high temperature, an extremely hot metal jet will be formed towards the target!

The slender metal jet ejected at high speed can reach a maximum speed of eight thousand meters per second. The high-speed metal jet can easily penetrate thick armor and directly damage the flesh and blood inside the target!

The high-explosives in the shells were mixed with bone fragments from digital aberrations that had both casting and blade characteristics.

The bones that have been mutated and as dark as coal crystals contain fiery, tearing and crazy evil power inside. At the moment of explosion, not only can they burst out substantial heat energy beyond imagination, but they can also release chaotic and crazy mental shocks!

But it is a pity that even Nero Bacchus, who has been promoted to a master of the Golden General lineage, has not been able to fully understand the secret of the club's only ancient lion hunting gun, and has not been able to use the destructive power of the alien multi-winged one. Attached to this new weapon named the rocket launcher by the commander.

But even so, this is a rare elite weapon in the hidden world.

Even fifth-level, sixth-level, or even seventh-level casters, as long as they have not completed ascension and reshaping, will never be able to reach the hot metal jet fired by this super-caliber armor-piercing warhead!

The only shortcomings of this weapon are that the rate of fire is too slow and the range is too short.

For a mortal to maximize the effectiveness of this weapon, it needs to be used within a hundred feet of at least a high-level phase caster.

Entering the one hundred feet range of a high-level image caster, for a weak mortal, the result is equivalent to suicide.

But when this weapon falls into the hands of a blader who is good at killing and fighting, its shortcomings will no longer be shortcomings, and its power will be fully unleashed!

Just like Watson holding up this cast-and-blade rocket launcher at this moment.

He has poured enough blade power into the metal barrel, and the armor-piercing bullet at the front of the barrel has been added with an invincible edge mixed with the secret of broken bones!

(End of this chapter)