Abyss Express

Chapter 707 Ende.02 Kissin' Time

Preface:

Stand up, there's nothing to be afraid of.

——Kiss

[Part①·Group Stance]

"What is that posture?" Gloria whispered, "Flett Caesar, have you seen this sword posture?"

The well-informed Hell Devil recognized the fighting method of Beowulf the Wise King at a glance. This is also the middle structure of the most ancient Lapis Lazuli, the Wolf Mother's companion, the Broadsword Ranger Osin Van Cleef.

"Can that defensive sword stance really stop the attack of the Incarnation Butterfly?" Gloria possesses extraordinary martial arts skills, and has profound attainments in both unarmed combat and armed combat. "His sword-holding hand is half extended, but his arm is bent in front of the shield. Rather than being ready to fight for his life, it is more like a ceremonial gesture. I don't understand." "Legend has it that the ancient Olympian martial arts project has Pankrasin combat skills, which is a unique sword skill created by the Kit hero Beowulf by integrating Pankrasin's combat method. I don't know much about it. I have only seen this posture in epic paintings and other literary works." Frett replied: "It contains With his chest and head raised, his back arched, and his arms bent, he gathered all the strength in his core. This is the posture of the wise king Beowulf in "The Fatal Battle with the Dragon Demon Grendel". This king is holding the Shadowless Ice Sword (the elven magic sword that will immediately dissipate when it leaves the water) in the water, fighting the dragon demon. "This is the [cluster stance] of wolf swordsmanship. You must concentrate your strength and attack with sword and shield at the same time." Gloria suddenly became excited: "It's a really counterintuitive way of exerting force. I'm looking forward to it more and more." As the spiritual pressure environment on the beach continued to change, the incarnation butterfly realized that the lapis lazuli guard in front of him seemed difficult to deal with. It was first taken away by the meteor, and then thrown to the ground. Thick smoke rolled out of the sand pit with feathers and wings. The arm-like wing spines suddenly stirred up the wind, and it calmly stabilized its body and re-entered the flying state of floating close to the ground. At a distance of only six meters, the hundred evil eyes on its body stared at the white wolf knight. It lost its main weapon, so it immediately used local materials. According to Jason Megan's memory in his head, it casually grabbed two bloody hounds. In just a blink of an eye, this hideous and terrifying human flesh polymer became a freshly baked work of art in the hands of the incarnation butterfly - a double-headed spear.

This is the type of weapon Jason is best at, and the incarnation butterfly has inherited Mr. Jason's fighting skills.

Meteor still did not act rashly, as if he had become a different person.

If it were put in the previous cold weapon death match, this gorilla would have sprinted and jumped in the first round to accumulate energy to execute the killing procedure.

He became more patient and became a hunter who waited for the rabbit. He continued to use the cluster posture of wolf swordsmanship, completely defending the center line and waiting for the opportunity to attack.

The apostle hounds that kept wandering around and testing could not shake his heart. These beasts were always waiting for an opportunity to move - the incarnation butterfly raised Jason's head and gently pointed.

At seven o'clock behind Meteor, scattered apostles gathered, and the hounds gathered together, from a body of more than 120 centimeters, suddenly turned into a giant monster nearly three meters tall.

Meteor still did not look back, he could feel the change in spiritual pressure, and he could also smell the strong blood in the air that suddenly gathered.

This was probably the incarnation butterfly's front and back attack to lure the enemy, he would not change his sword posture.

Almost at the same time, the giant apostle hound and the incarnation butterfly attacked at the same time!

The flesh and blood angels flying low and wandering suddenly accelerated and charged, pointing their spears directly at the white wolf knight.

The apostle hound followed closely behind, and merged with several puppies again on the way to the charge. Its body suddenly swelled and almost turned into a truck.

At that moment, the posture of the big white wolf hardly changed at all, and he moved forward for more than 300 centimeters——

——The heart iron shield perfectly protected his vitals.

Just using the nail-shaped sword to cut the flesh and bleed, it was like a blue-green thunderbolt, fiercely splitting the incarnation butterfly!

The eight wings made of membranes lost the traction of the tendons and bones, and hung weakly on the right shoulder of the incarnation butterfly, like a piece of rag.

The monster didn't understand what happened yet, as if everything happened too fast and too suddenly.

It passed by the crying general's sprint, and the spear in its hand couldn't pierce the real feeling - as if it penetrated the air and was deflected and knocked away by a strong traction.

In order to avoid the attack of the apostle hound, it deliberately let this obedient dog slave choose the seven o'clock position for joint attack, but this wise man did not avoid or give way, but instead bravely moved forward.

"Such a strong mobility! Such a terrifying arm strength!" Gloria was amazed: "With a slight step, he can leap forward a distance of five or six meters. He holds the sword with his core gathered and his arms half bent. When the blade is cut, there is almost no twisting of the wrist - I thought the gunsmith's technique of using the weapon was unparalleled in the world."

Before he finished speaking, the battle situation changed again.

The Incarnation Butterfly lost a wing. No matter how terrifying its self-healing ability is, it will take three or four seconds of precious time to return to the air and regain its high point advantage.

The Apostle Hound missed the attack and immediately chased after it without any hesitation. It wanted to buy a little time for its master.

In the eyes of others, this is a reasonable tactical decision. It is the wisdom that Jason Megan gave to the Incarnation Butterfly, and it is also a perfect coordinated combat pace.

But in the eyes of Meteor, it is a precious opportunity.

To find a way to separate these two mythical units, he had to wait for the right moment and remain on the defensive.

The Incarnation Butterfly has the advantage of high points. Fighting in the field of cold weapons pays special attention to this. Those who occupy high positions have the upper hand and can decide the path of the weapon, the timing of the occurrence and end of the attack, and have a huge strength advantage. .

The Apostle Hound's mobility is far greater than that of Meteor. Even in this half-wolf body, he cannot outrun these monsters with speeds exceeding eighty or ninety kilometers per hour, and the speed advantage can determine where the battle begins and ends.

To deal with these two guys at the same time means that both the fighting opportunity and the fighting scene are under the control of the enemy. This is a cruel condition that Meteor cannot accept even if he uses his brain.

They have to be picked apart and the center line has to be defended to find the right opportunity to counterattack.

It's now!

The apostle hound kept a low profile and advanced, using nuisance tactics to prevent the White Wolf Knight from attacking——

——This is the instruction of Incarnation Butterfly, try to conserve your physical strength, avoid getting hurt, and survive these three or four seconds.

The Weeping General's group posture is the same as that of Beowulf. They both have the momentum and power of a wolf pack. [Wolf Stance] can bring extraordinary mobility.

Faced with the oppression of the Apostle Hound, a giant beast that looked like a small mountain, Meteor did not evade. He changed his posture and carried his sword again - to use his own Pankrasin!

Belloberg's nail-type sword is like a ridiculous steel needle when facing the Apostle Hound - it turns into a butterfly and asks the dog slave to lie low and crawl with its two claws open to intimidate the enemy. This is also considering the attack range of the crying general. As long as it is If the dog makes no mistakes, it should not be seriously injured.

But the moment the bright blade sank into the scabbard, the cloak transformed by the spirit weapon gathered into a beast-headed sword. The more than one hundred centimeter steel nail suddenly expanded and deformed, and the scabbard turned back into a thick "iron block" with a hint of blue. "——

——In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the sword-bearing posture was flowing smoothly, and the moment the weapon transformed into a giant sword, the iron heraldic shield clenched tightly on the "iron block" with a "clang" sound, turning into a dragon-slaying blade.

It was just a turn, just a holding of the sword. This weapon transformation seemed to have been rehearsed many times in Meteor's mind.

As the walking stick of General Crying, the Iron Knight itself has the function of transforming, and after [Wham Rap·Mr. Wham] was transformed into a spiritual body, it became an excellent toy for this little boy.

The huge "iron block" stirred up the clear and cold air, and then burst out with a hot flame-shaped light——

——With two arms working together, you can feel the surging wind and see the white rainbow when you wave it!

"drink!!!--"

Just these three seconds! It only takes these three seconds!

The Apostle Hound's head, which was as big as a truck head, was chopped into pieces with a sword!

The charred flesh and blood didn't have time to heal, and were torn apart by the raging sword wind!

Although its neck to torso did not come into contact with the iron block, this incredible impact caused the dog with a broken spine to suddenly lose all its strength, and the bones in its spine collapsed, as if it was under inexplicable huge wind pressure - the muscle fibers were torn everywhere, Broken bones and flesh are flying everywhere! Even the blood evaporates into a floating pink droplet due to the high temperature!

Without even making any extra moves to wipe away the scorched and smelly blood, the White Wolf Knight took off his sword and shield, put the sword in its scabbard and entered the group posture again, breaking away from the killing posture of [Wolf Bite]——

——He just took a breath between his teeth and maintained strong concentration.

At this time, the body of the Apostle Hound had just collapsed slightly, all the flesh had lost its vitality, and there was no chance of healing! It's a direct blow to the brain and kills with one sword!

Incarnation Butterfly was stunned on the spot——

——It also saw from Jason Megan's memories how the gunsmith tore apart his compatriots with his hands, and how he used his domineering gun martial arts and slaughtering techniques to dismember angels.

But the attack surface of the White Wolf Knight is expressed with cold weapons. This legendary warrior who kills mythical units with "flowing flames" should be the last one to be the wolf mother companion hundreds of years ago, an epic hero.

[Part②·One more game]

On the other side, Lord Frater, who had just taken out his spare telescope and was leaning on the guardrail to watch with gusto, suddenly felt his legs weaken and sat back on the floor tiles of the sky garden in fear.

"Holy shit! This young man!"

Gloria put down the telescope at the same time, moving very quickly, as if she had seen a ghost.

"What did you see?"

Frater: "I don't know. I'm not sure."

Dame Gloria's face turned pale——

——She was very sure in her heart that no one could take this sword, not even any partner in the alliance, no matter how strong their life-saving ability was.

People like George Joshua will also be torn apart by the psychic weapons enchanted by the White God Blade.

The mobility and execution ability brought by the wolf swordsmanship, the sword wind within the twenty-six-step range, the turbulent spiritual pressure and enemy-seeking ability of the green-gold half wolf, he can send most carbon-based creatures in the world to meet Yama.

Even True Lord Kunwu, who has more than 600 lives, will be wiped out in the flame-shaped sword wind left by this bright blade.

"This is too scary." Gloria was frightened. She no longer wanted to fight this kind of opponent head-on, and already had the idea of ​​​​escape: "But... it won't scare you to the point of incontinence, right?"

"I peed?!" Fret was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he explained proudly: "You don't understand! I have devil vision! I can see the flow of spirit seeds and spirit elements!"

"The King of War's Pankrasin blasts sound waves of different frequencies into the enemy's body, using the resonance of the sound wave frequency band to lyse cells. Their bodies look like soft mud, completely rotten from the inside out. ”

"Did you hear that loud whistle?!"

"It's just like the roar of the seagulls made by the War King's Pankrasin! This whistle is made by Pankrasin of the Crying General, who shattered the entire spine of the Apostle Hound with just one slash!"

"The flaming sword wind that remains in the air and continues to cause damage is more like water mist."

The knowledgeable blue stone devil immediately noticed the mystery.

"This guy broke the spiritual body weapon into pieces and used the Beloberg White God Sword to perform enchantment operations. These spiritual elements will slowly dissipate after leaving the spiritual body weapon, but it will leave a vacuum of life - it seems It's the same as throwing water, except that what General Crying throws out is hot magma that can cause flesh and blood to melt and explode."

The corpse of the Apostle Hound was still making a strange whistle. There were holes and pores in various parts of its body. The tissues pressed by the sword wind were constantly dissolving and charred, and it made a strange sound similar to the sizzling sound when cooking barbecue - —It lasted for a full six seconds before the spiritual essence remaining in the corpse completely dissipated.

It continued to expand, like a balloon, and the pressure difference caused by the hot and cold air caused the surrounding airflow to rush toward the hot wound.

The incarnation butterfly seems to feel a fatal threat——

——It not only possesses the iron-nickel core of Mother Earth, but also has part of the chaotic essence of the ferocious beast.

This made its will to survive extremely strong, and it was afraid of death and unwilling to "reunite" in such a simple way - it roared in demonstration at the crying general, and the mouthpieces on its torso emitted soul-catching sounds.

For a moment, Meteor was unable to move, being controlled by the strange roar of the butterfly.

He felt his mind was broken, and inexplicable pictures flashed before his eyes.

The sky and the earth on the beach in the Bay Area were distorted, causing him to have hallucinations and auditory hallucinations——

——There is a hot red dark iron ball hidden deep in the center of the earth.

That was the chaotic will of the transformed butterfly, trying to confuse the crying general's mind.

The iron ball is an illusion that the Chaos Immortal Fetus evolved from the iron-nickel core of the original seed. It grew into mortal faces, all of which were Homo sapiens swallowed by butterflies.

Thousands of people with thousands of faces and mouthpieces all attacked Bu Liuxing. They insulted, begged for mercy, laughed and cried.

The strong flow of spiritual energy made Meteor unable to move, and even his spiritual weapons appeared and disappeared. He was undergoing a test, and his posture of raising his sword to face the enemy was slightly deformed.

At the same time, the incarnation butterfly maintained a pious posture of concentrating on reciting incantations and releasing evil spells, while struggling to move slowly towards the body of the crying general - the white wolf knight's will was resolute, and he had exhausted all his strength just to restrain his physical body. , there is no way to launch a violent attack.

As long as you get close enough to him, you can use the talent of transforming flesh and blood to swallow him into your stomach.

Be quiet, be slow, and get him to let his guard down.

Just when Meteor was deep in fantasy, the dog rope once again pulled him back to the line between life and death.

The illusion of the iron ball transformed into the Chaos Immortal Fetus was pushed away by a burst of spiritual energy. Even though it was only a small distance away, it completely blocked all Meteor's sight, and the illusion that covered all hearing also had cracks.

Jason Megan struggled and transformed into a blue half-body, just like the air djinn in fairy tales. He was like Sisyphus pushing the rolling stone, trying his best in front of the meteor to push this. False hallucinations drive out the spiritual world of the crying general.

"Boy! Wake up! I don't have much strength left!"

Despite this, Meteor seemed to have turned into a wooden man and still couldn't wake up.

His spiritual world is filled with noise and colorful illusions.

Various sound and light pictures completely diverted his attention.

Suddenly a little girl went out early in the morning and arrived at the Erjie Noodle House.

A myna came outside the door and was bitten to death by the domestic cat kept by the Wagang shop next door.

The cat was the shopkeeper's pet, and someone followed him into Wagangpu to tell him about it.

The boss said that since the birds were domesticated, they would not be able to survive in nature.

So Xiao Sun, who was practicing calligraphy at the side, turned a blind eye and continued to put rice into his mouth.

This is what Meteor sees and hears.

The incarnation of a butterfly directly poured the memories of these deceased people, the chaotic perspectives, and the ever-changing sounds, lights and shadows into Meteor's mind like a DDOS attack.

They almost ignore time and sound track, and in just a few seconds, they fill the meteor with trivial fragments of life memories of hundreds or even thousands of deceased people.

Jason lost his limbs, his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, and his spiritual power became increasingly weak, unable to stop the mental control brought about by the common deeds of all living beings.

He was so tired that he was going to sleep forever.

A deep crack appeared in this big brother's heart——

——Jason, it’s time for you to make a choice.

This was the second time that the dog rope was used to help the crying general. Perhaps after exhausting his energy and completely giving up his will to survive, Meteor still had a glimmer of hope.

There is no need to be afraid of the hostages in the hands of the transformed butterfly, and there is no need to protect my head.

I will not be used by the incarnation butterfly and completely disconnect from this monster.

"Meteor, I'm leaving." As soon as Jason said the words, he felt that his spirit arm was getting weaker.

As soon as the concept of "death" appeared, he immediately lost all his strength, like a patient struggling to survive in a hospital bed who suddenly wanted to give up and suddenly couldn't.

The iron ball formed by the Chaos Immortal Fetus severely crushed Jason's spirit body away, trying to completely squeeze him out of Meteor's spiritual world.

at this time--

——Old Bones pushed Jason's shoulder, slightly opening a light-transmitting gap in this hideous and terrifying thousand-faced iron ball.

Jason Megan regained a little consciousness again, with confusion in his eyes.

Old Bones' spirit body was filled with "the blue of wisdom". He tapped the castanette lightly and decided to turn against Gloria.

"Bluestone people are always calculating, always cautious, always wary of each other."

"But Qingjin always helps each other, and there are often stories of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, which makes me ashamed."

"——It's your turn."