Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

Chapter 48 Thousand Miles Hunting

Outside the tall city walls, mottled moon shadows fell from the gaps in the dark clouds.

The whistling sound of the wind passed through the wilderness of the plain, and the half-human tall grass blades danced wildly in the wind, twisting black shadows like demons.

Chen Mo leaned against the closed city gate, gently grasped the hilt of the waist with his palm, but let it go after a while, and murmured to himself: "Although I know it's a formal war, but the number is too high." It's too much..."

In the distance, under the pitch-black plain, there are hundreds of distorted magic element node breaths, and the position of each node is as clear as if it has been marked by a flash bomb in Chen Mo's eyes.

The aura of each magic element node represents a witch cultist lurking in the dark night.

It's too much...

Although the difference in quantity is nothing to Chen Mo, it just makes him waste more time to clean up, but he obviously has better choices-whether it is guns or magic, in the same situation of effort Under the circumstances, the killing efficiency is much higher than that of cold weapons such as swords.

"However, using ultra-modern weapons in a magical world with the main theme of the Middle Ages always feels a bit weird...let's do as the Romans do."

Fifty feet away, a Witch Cultist leaned down on the grass, looking suspiciously at the black-clothed figure standing alone outside the city gate in the distance, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Although they believe in the legendary witch who once led the world into the abyss, and they are also followers of the Witch Cult, which is synonymous with madmen, fanaticism is not the same as madness most of the time, so they can think rationally. This kind of thing is just a little too paranoid about belief.

And it was precisely because of his sanity that he was so surprised now.

Now that the battle between the Kingdom of Gustico and the Witch Cult has reached a fever pitch, what kind of support does this person have to dare to walk out of the city alone?

After thinking for a while, the Witch Cultist was about to move his position and find other companions who were ambushing on the plain to discuss with him. However, a faint purple mist was already under the cover of the dark night, and he did not know when to surround him. The fluctuations of the magic element that came out from within clearly showed that this was not as simple as the usual fog.

Without any hesitation, the witch cultist stood up and waved dozens of wind blades into the purple mist. At the same time, he stepped on his feet suddenly, trying to break through the purple mist and retreat.

Woohoo!

Dozens of sharp wind blades cut into the sea of ​​fog at high speed, but apart from the sound of howling winds, there was nothing else to achieve. Immediately afterwards, the Witch Cultists also rushed into the sea of ​​fog, their figures flickering for a moment, and then Immediately disappeared without a trace.

"Ho...ho..."

Before he died, the Witch Cultist held on to his broken body that seemed to have been half-melted by corrosive chemicals, and then he saw a black-clothed figure walking in the purple mist like a leisurely stroll.

How is it possible? !

As soon as this doubt popped up in his mind, a sudden enlightenment arose in his heart.

——Ah, it turns out that this mist is him...

The next moment, this Witch Cultist was completely swallowed up by the surrounding purple mist.

Chen Mo calmly looked at the place where the Witch Cultist disappeared. There was not even a trace of extra blood stains left on the spot. This tenth type of Yin-attribute offensive magic is a good way to kill people and silence them. It is concealed enough and dangerous enough at the same time. , He doesn't need to clean up the mess afterwards.

However, there are also disadvantages.

That is, the speed of diffusion is really too slow. On average, it can only extend a distance of about five meters to the surrounding area per second. Although it is considered an extremely fast speed that is difficult to avoid for ordinary people, in the eyes of people who have a little bit of extraordinary power, This speed is still not enough.

As for the improvement method... It is definitely unrealistic to use ordinary physical means to speed up the diffusion rate, such as blowing with wind.

After all, although the external manifestation is a piece of purple mist, this purple mist is actually a complex magic circle formed by millions of yin attribute magic element nodes, and the outside world only needs to exert a little influence on it It can destroy the structure of the entire magic circle, so not only can Chen Mo not take the initiative to speed up the diffusion speed of the magic circle, but also consume an extra part of magic power to stabilize and maintain the normal operation of the magic circle.

So, comparatively speaking, the sword is more reliable...

At the same time, Chen Mo waved his hand to disperse the purple mist that covered most of the plain. Most of the breath of hundreds of magic nodes had disappeared at this moment, leaving only a dozen or so witches with sharper senses. The believers, aware of the ominous situation in advance, fled away.

"Running so fast, it happened to help me lead the way."

There was a sneer at the corner of Chen Mo's mouth, and he reached out to hold the hilt of the sword. The light blue sword light flashed in the dark night, and then he chased in the direction where the Witch Cultists were fleeing.

The flat wilderness is quiet and serene.

The dozen or so Witch Cultists who managed to escape from the strange purple mist before were running for their lives without daring to stop at the moment. Fleeing in different directions, hoping to confuse the eyes and ears of the pursuers.

Unfortunately, they had the wrong idea this time.

Whoosh-!

Hearing the sharp sound of breaking wind chasing from behind, a Witch Cultist couldn't help but look back. In an instant, the sharp and cold sword light immediately filled his entire field of vision.

"Chong!"

Amidst the brisk metallic buzzing sound, the light green sword blade swung a half-moon round wheel at extreme speed under the night, and the sharp edge passed over the neck of the Witch Cultist very smoothly, so fast that even the Witch Cultist himself hadn't reacted What is the situation in front of me.

The next moment, the pupils in his wide-eyed eyes suddenly constricted, and then quickly slackened away. Scarlet blood gushed out from the neck section like a fountain, and the strong blood pressure rushed his head into the air. The black-clothed figure holding the sword and slashing was gone.

……

The evening wind was bleak, and the sound of the chilling sword whistling swept past him at high speed.

Chen Mo chased after the figures of the dozen or so Witch Cultists in front of him unhurriedly. If he let go of full speed, with his strength agility and physique as high as more than [-] points, he could catch up with and kill all the remaining people in an instant, but But he didn't do that, he just hung behind like flying a kite.

Whenever the Witch Cultist in front slowed down, he would catch up and kill one of them.

As for the Witch Cultists who scattered and ran in other directions before, all of them have now become the souls of his sword.

According to legend, when the ancient emperors went hunting, there would be imperial soldiers blocking the mountains and forests.

And Chen Mo is now alone and has locked all their escape routes.

hum!

A clear sword cry resounded across the field, and at the same time, the blue moon-like sword light rippled under the night, and suddenly rushed towards the last Witch Cultist, piercing straight through the back of his head.

In an instant, the scarlet color appeared!