Infinity from the giant

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"Headless Horseman?" Ren frowned, looking at Garcia, who was riding a white horse next to him, slightly curious: "Can you elaborate on it?"

Cowboy Garcia took out the water bag, took a sip of water, and wiped his unshaven chin with his hand.

He sighed and exclaimed: "That is a vengeful soul, a ghost rider from the abyss of hell. It came from the shadows, wrapped in black chains, wandering in the night..."

"Vengeful soul? Wraith?"

After Garcia's narrative, Rennes learned that this is a legend that has been circulated on the Pugny Plain for hundreds of years, and the source seems to be the indigenous Kangau people.

It is said that more than a hundred years ago, there was a young man in a large indigenous tribe here. He was the eldest son and a born awakened person.

He was sent by his father to study at Wisteria University, the Royal Capital of Farolan, where he met a marquis daughter, and the two fell in love.

Although the marquis was not happy in his heart, he did not beat the mandarin duck, because the young man's talent was indeed very high.

But the good times didn't last long, the young man's father died, and he had to go back to the tribe to be filial piety.

The position of patriarch fell into the hands of others, and the new patriarch feared that the young man might take away his position when he became stronger in the future.

He claimed that the original old patriarch had betrayed the secret of the Kangao tribe’s totem power (the transcendental system of the indigenous tribe, which is different from the transcendental path opened by the scholars of the natural school) in exchange for his son to receive education from foreigners opportunity.

The Kangao tribe is very xenophobic, and surrendered to the name of the kingdom under the pressure of survival. The old patriarch’s practice was already controversial, so the young man was quickly imprisoned.

After a while, the new patriarch was about to poison the young man to death, but was concealed by the old patriarch's confidant and allowed the young man to feign death and escape.

But the daughter of the marquis didn't know it. After learning of her lover's death, she couldn't think of taking poison and committed suicide.

The young man was driven crazy, he desperately killed the new patriarch, and then he was cut off by the new patriarch's men.

The young man studied at Wisteria University as a [knight] career before his death. Since then, the legend of the headless horseman has spread on the Pugny Plain.

"Have anyone seen that headless knight?" Reyn asked. If this story is true, the resentful spirit is probably very powerful!

Garcia's face was a little worried: "Yes, someone has seen it, including me, to be sure that the headless horseman really exists.

Back then, the Kangao tribe was very large, with more than 6,000 people, second only to those tribes with a long history of 10,000 people, but now, it has been tossed to extinction."

Ren's expression was dignified. This headless knight is definitely not an idle wraith spirit, I am afraid it has reached the level of [Curse Spirit].

After the death of a person, the grievances are heavy or the obsessions are too deep, there is a very small probability that a kind of spiritual body will be produced. This kind of spiritual body is generally not a climate, but once it grows up, it is very difficult to deal with.

This kind of spirit body can also be roughly divided into five levels, first-order [respondent spirit], second-order [evil spirit], third-order [evil spirit], fourth-order [curse spirit], and fifth-order [holy spirit] or [evil soul] .

Wraith spirits and evil spirits can only exist for no more than a hundred years, and they need sustenance, which is easy to deal with, and they are generally not opponents of transcendents of the same rank.

However, once you reach the fierce spirit level, you no longer need sustenance, and it will become difficult to entangle.

Because the path of evolution is different, some evil spirits who follow the route of the [Holy Spirit] are no less intelligent than humans. They can be regarded as ghost counts, with even more bizarre abilities, good at mental attacks, and can exist for two to three hundred years.

Looking at Rennes with a serious expression on his face, Garcia laughed and comforted: "Don't worry too much. The Headless Horseman is indeed terrifying. I have seen it once from a distance.

It's just like the evil ghost crawling out of hell, terrifying, but he usually doesn't attack us.

The ones who need to be careful are the gangsters like the Skeleton Gang!"

Ren laughed dumbfounded. He wasn't scared anymore, but he knew very well that the headless knight was at least Tier 4 [Spell Spirit].

This level of spirit body is relatively easy to injure, but it is difficult to completely kill it unless it is trapped in the field and cleaned up.

But the spirit body came and went without a trace, and the speed of escape was amazing. Even the saint would be slipped away by him accidentally.

This is why, more than one hundred years have passed, the headless horseman can still wander on the plains. Of course, there are also people who usually attack the Khangao tribe instead of attacking foreigners.

I am afraid that the officials of Farolan are happy to kill a few more natives. After all, these natives are rebellious, not only xenophobic, but also always thinking about going out independently.

Rennes and Garcia chatted with each other in the back of the chariot team, time passed by.

In the evening, the sun was already on the horizon, and half of the sky was dyed red by the sunset. It might be a good day tomorrow.

The group of them has walked into a canyon full of crimson-red rock, which is the maroon soil formed by the weathering of the rock in the hot and humid climate.

This kind of soil is very acidic and sticky, with only sparse weeds growing on it, and occasionally a few citrus trees can be seen.

The convoy had stopped for a rest, passed through this gorge, and really entered the hinterland of the Pugny Plain, where the possibility of encountering danger greatly increased.

Susanna jumped off the horse, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and walked over: "Is there anything unusual?"

"It's calm and the waves are calm, and the weather is so good that it makes people want to doze off." The weather is actually quite hot, but for Rennes, who has reached the third order, it is nothing.

Susanna rolled her eyes when she heard the words, and her voice was clear and melodious: "Brother, how about we sleep in a tent tonight?"

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Looking at the toned, youthful cowgirl, Renne shrugged: "Okay, no matter what gun, I use it very well."

Rehn's position is very clear about himself-a scumbag, he doesn't explain or set up an archway, but he is still a virgin.

Kesha is his first love, and for the first time, he still wants to have sex with his girlfriend.

Susanna snorted and said with disdain: "Do you think I can't tell, you are still a little virgin!"

Garcia wanted to make a joke, but at this moment, a few eagles screamed in the sky.

"Tweeted!"

His face changed and he shouted, "Hurry up! There are sand sculptures!"

Is there a silly person?

With a dumbfounded expression on his face, Ren looked up and found three eagles hovering at a height of 100 meters.

Their feathers are the same color as yellow sand, their wings spread up to four meters, and their sharp beaks and black claws glow with an earthy yellow light.

Above the blue sky, a sand sculpture with two wings and a flap, a dozen feathers detached, gleaming with ocher brilliance, and shot down like arrows!

"Shoo!"

The rapid sound of breaking wind rang, which shows the power of these feathers.

"Dodge! Hiding behind the carriage!" Caravan boss Stanley roared and hurriedly got under a carriage.

Everyone reacted differently, and the girl dressed up and dressed subconsciously hid behind the drunk man. The drunk man didn't seem to wake up, and stayed there in a daze.

The little old man Dr. Tu jumped into the carriage immediately, as agile as a rabbit.

As for the folklorist, he... he took out a camera with a look of excitement, snapping pictures.

"Boom! Boom!"

Lingyu fell to the ground, almost submerged under the ground, and a few were deeply nailed into the wooden carriage of the carriage, only a small section was exposed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Garcia and Susanna reacted quickly, and after avoiding the attack, they raised their guns and shot, and the grooms did the same.

However, the accuracy of ordinary revolvers is too poor to hit the sand sculptures hovering at a height of 100 meters.

Sand sculpture is a kind of strange beast, just like human beings who are born awakened can slowly absorb the psychic energy in the air.

There are also such individuals in animals, their morphological characteristics will change, and they will instinctively use psychic energy, which is a bit stronger than their previous counterparts.

And the base number of a certain kind of beast is large, and the offspring that multiply between them may be able to form a new kind of extraordinary beast.

Sand sculptures are a species of alien animals. Originally they were just ordinary eagles, but now they even dare to hunt humans.

"Shoo! Shoo!..."

The three sand sculptures were very arrogant, wandering fast in the air, and the feathers shot down like machine gun bullets!

"what!"

A groom stuck a feather into his arm, as if being stabbed by a dagger, the blood flowed continuously, and he held his hand and wailed.

Rehn snorted coldly, avoided a few feathers, put away the revolver, and took out the Type 4 Demon Hunter.

"despair!"

There was a depression in the soil. He stepped heavily on the ground, jumped onto the top of a carriage, raised his hunting pistol, and concentrated.

Estimate the wind speed and deflection angle, adjust the sight, and predict the flight trajectory of the sand sculpture.

Injecting psychic energy into the gun body, a faint dim light appeared on the lines of the psychic array above, and he aimed at a certain place in the air.

When the time came, he decisively pulled the trigger!

"Boom!"

The silver demon hunting bomb is like a small meteor, piercing the sky at high speed!

"Puff!"

Blood spattered, and a sand sculpture was shot in the chest, falling from the sky like a broken kite.

"Hmm~"

The remaining two sand sculptures seemed to be frightened, and they uttered a few sharp crowings.

"Great, the sand sculpture was finally killed!"