Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 128 Natural Disaster
As soon as the monster poked its head out of the ground, the entire sky darkened.

咵, 咵.

The monster's body made the ground more and more unbearable. The devastated buildings, discolored cypress trees, and black clouds intertwined with each other, turning into a funnel-shaped storm, and finally pointing at itself.

The city of Bam was completely plunged into darkness, and the nearby residents all looked at the dark clouds in silence.

De Treville gritted his teeth, his heart was pounding, and his palms were covered with sweat.

As a seasoned musketeer, he wouldn't be nervous. Blood and killing should be nothing more than a normal thing.

But fighting such a terrifying monster is still synonymous. As long as one sees Mazarin's upside-down face, anyone will feel helpless.

Can humans really defeat such a vicious monster?
The current appearance of Mazarin is extremely frightening, its skin is dark and deformed, its surface is bumpy, and its irregular folds form a scale-like pattern.

The head occupies 80.00% of the body.

There are two faces.

One is a smiling face and the other is a crying face.

De Treville was like an ignorant ant.

Even if you hold a weapon now, it can't hurt a single hair of the monster.

He looked up, watching a tentacle pass overhead.

The rising wind and waves broke his headband, and his pale yellow curly hair fell behind his head.

Don Quixote reminded: "Be careful, there is something."

The wooden pillars that fell from the sky almost killed the rebels present.

Ivan activated the horseshoe and chopped a few logs.

"Well, are you ready?"

De Treville took a long breath and nodded slowly.

Ivan glanced at him: "Then I'll count, three, two, one, let's go together!"

three two
one--!
Ivan found a high place nearby and jumped onto a tentacle with his strength.

Boom, boom.

Standing in the Rebel Army every few seconds, it will float up a few centimeters.

The ground kept shaking, and a rock was actually rolled tens of meters by the shock.

There was no doubt that the monster was moving.

Dense smoke rose, and small particles of limestone ground were constantly floating upwards.

This counts as construction dust.

He scolded: "This guy seems to have gone to a residential area. Damn it, Mazarin's brain is so long, it's even more unreliable than me before."

"We can't let it go any further, or the entire city of Bam will be destroyed."

The high temperature of the horseshoe pierced the monster's skin, and the black juice was thicker than blood.

Only squeezed out a little, and solidified again.

Looking at the wound again, it has fully recovered.

Ivan's pupils shrank: "What a strong recovery ability."

The injured tentacles seemed to be stimulated, and they subconsciously swung to the side.

Ivan quickly stabilized his figure and ran quickly against the swinging position of the tentacles. After three seconds of thrilling escape, he finally jumped onto another tentacle before the touch fell to the ground.

The two tentacles are about 20 meters above the ground and about 30 meters apart.

Ivan grabbed the skin gap with one hand and managed to climb up.

Huh, huh.

His chest seemed to be on fire, and his heart was beating wildly.

"I'm moving faster."

"The reaction muscle is growing."

The blood all over Ivan's body boiled, his pupils continued to dilate, and the saliva in his mouth fell down his throat to his heart, and disappeared with a bang.

Swish—dodged another attack.

Then he saw his spiritual power sweeping across the stone ball of the horseshoe, activating the overclocking state of the horseshoe, and the black weapon in his hand suddenly shook slightly.

Ivan aimed at the tentacles under his feet, and after a little run-up, he jumped up.

Slash down from the air.

The horseshoe after overclocking is like cutting butter, and this tentacle has just been cut in half.

"Okay, finally there is a little counterattack."

Ivan didn't dare to do more, because the monster had already noticed him.

In a blink of an eye, there were several cracking sounds from the sky, and several tentacles came towards him.

He jumped quickly, and his body appeared extremely thin in the huge black shadow.

Boom, boom, boom!
There were many potholes on the ground, and Ivan supported the ground with one hand, bouncing constantly under the attack of the tentacles.

boom!
A bullet knocked out the tentacles next to Ivan.

De Treville raised his arm musket, the muzzle glowing red.

He said lightly, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"Not too late."

Ivan glanced at him and snorted slightly.

Then, in order to avoid the monster's tentacle attack and to attract more attention from the monster, he ran further towards the center, which meant that Ivan would soon enter under Mazarin's nose.

Flames erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and a white cloud of smoke was formed below him.

De Treville was even faster than Ivan.

With the help of the reaction force of the musket in his arm, he can actually stay in the air for a short time.

Tang Serra looked up at him and opened his mouth: "It's amazing."

Flying has always been a human dream.

Whether ancient or modern, people will always give the sky an extra poetic touch.

De Treville's arm musket has a distance similar to that of a fire sword launcher. As long as you aim the muzzle at the ground and fire while stabilizing your body, the powerful force will take him into the air.

The price is also obvious, the arm musket needs to consume calcium element.

If it is just ordinary fire, the consumption is not bad.

Now it is used as a fire sword launcher, and it needs to consume more energy and calcium elements. De Treville said before that he can only last for 15 minutes. This value is not just talking about it.

If 15 minutes passed, all the calcium in his body disappeared.

Then his fate is self-evident.

"Just because the two of us want to defeat Mazarin is just wishful thinking, but temporarily restraining him and making him stop for a while can still be tried."

After several consecutive attacks failed to attack these bugs, Mazarin became angry.

Hey, hey, hey.

De Treville was in the air, constantly changing directions to avoid the tentacles.

He is very skillful, and every time he waits until the opponent's tentacles are very close to him, he will shoot.

Because at this time, a part of the impact force of the arm musket will hit the tentacles.

While changing the direction of de Treville, it also caused some damage to Mazarin.

It must be admitted that this damage is extremely small.

Basically only one layer of skin can be broken.

Then the monster recovered quickly by virtue of its own self-healing ability.

But at the same time, the huge starfish incarnated by Mazarin also exposed a problem, that is, the speed is too slow. De Treville and Ivan have been criss-crossing under it for so long, and it has nothing to do with them. Constantly consume their physical strength.

Ivan lowered his head to avoid a blow: "The frequency of attacks is getting higher and higher."

"Mazarin must have noticed us."

"Hehe, it just so happens that it has time to be ruthless now, and it can be regarded as revenge for the siege of jellyfish in the countryside."

He held the jellyfish body tightly with his left hand, and the temperature of the horseshoe changed again and again.

Because of the initial knowledge of the relationship between the ritual wizard, Ivan's way of activating the stone beads with mental power has changed slightly.In this current mode, the temperature of the horseshoe is still very high, but the energy inside the stone bead can last for a while.

Not just overclocking, immediately out of power.

"what--!!!"

Ivan roared angrily, with the weapon horizontally in front of him, and kicked violently with both feet on the ground.

Swish, his figure flashed.

He actually appeared behind the tentacles.

I saw both eyes staring, eyes filled with unstoppable determination.

The vibration of the horseshoe became more violent, and a blue flame burst out from top to bottom.

The blue flame light shone on the side of the cheek, and a white halo appeared in the calm pupil.

Mazarin may have felt threatened, so he mobilized nearby limbs.

The five tentacles struck together.

They are incongruous, bobbing disgustingly in the air.

come on.

He slashed left and right very skillfully, as if he had used a split body technique. Under the shadow of swords and swords, countless black water condensed into blood clots.

Those black tentacles full of vitality turned into clouds of smoke in the blink of an eye, and the limbs jumped a few times in the original position, as if they realized that they had been cut off, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Amazing."

The first time the rebels saw this kind of fighting, they stood still and shouted.

In fact, they kept firing and attacking, but the damage was too small, and Mazarin didn't want to pay attention to them.

(End of this chapter)