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The magic bullet cursed by the devil flew out of the gun barrel, turned into a cold blue light, penetrated through the body of the huge innocent soul, and hit the leaping, beloved one without any deviation. human heart.

The curse took effect, and the critical damage of the system also appeared.

Fiameta's heart was pierced by a bullet, and it was blown to pieces like a red balloon.

But at this moment, Norman felt that this curse was quite romantic.

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Chapter 328 The supervisor can finally get off work

As Fiameta's heart shattered, Little Beak also entered the countdown to destruction.

It can only be said that in the real world, these abnormal bodies fused with the Terrans eventually produced some changes that do not belong to the game world.

If it is placed in the game world, Norman may not need to carry out such a conquest in the style of the Battle of Grabar Mountain, but it will take more energy and time to deplete the blood volume of the small beak.

But in the real world, after the assimilation of the small beak and the heart, there is one more change, that is, it has a weakness.

The existence of weaknesses can be large or small, just like a person will die if he is headshot, but in front of Norman, having more weaknesses means that it can be critically hit.

For shooting game players, this is ecstatic good news. After all, in terms of the crit multiplier of weak points and critical strikes, this is a must-have item for shooting games.

The small beak withered, and the huge ghosts it summoned dissipated. These Sakota souls who appeared here for some reason flew away and disappeared directly into Norman's sight.

Norman didn't know whether these souls were directly "destroyed", or flew to the rebirth, but generally speaking, he had completed his mission.

"Fortunately, September is also here."

Norman, who was lying in the ruins of the building, stretched, pushed away the gravel on his body, stood up and twisted his muscles and bones: "Otherwise, I really had to think about it at that time."

Norman didn't doubt Lin Luo's ability, but in terms of rescuing carbon-based organisms, September must be more professional than Lin Luo.

Putting the cursed magic bullet behind his back again, Norman raised his head and looked at the sky. He could feel that the vibration that had been there before was gradually weakening, which might mean that this catastrophic farce was about to come to an end. .

"Tsk, no, if it ends like this, wouldn't it be cheaper for Angham's steak burger?

"I have to go find Old Bu, I can't let him end Angem like this."

……

"you succeeded."

Angem opened his mouth and said to Blisk in front of him, "And this is the justice you are after?"

Among the endless ruins and flesh and blood, Brisk chopped the sharp knife in his hand on the eggshell of the long arm expressionlessly, peeling off the materialized products mixed with malice and extreme emotions one by one.

And in that eggshell, Angham's head was constantly telling Brisk his thoughts.

The man's head seemed to be torn off from the body, and even the spine connected to the neck was still preserved.

He still seems to retain his own consciousness, able to continue the conversation with Blisk, as if such an injury that cannot survive is just a mere thing on him.

This may be the price of assimilating with the abnormal body, and of course it can also be called a gift.

When Blisk faced the long arm, he did not suffer a physical attack, unlike the big eyes of the pirate player avatar, nor the soul washing released by the small beak.

The impact of the long arm is a psychological attack. The words that Angem spit out are actually full of the noise and chaos unique to Abnormality, and every byte is like a Poisonous insects with huge mouth pliers, trying to find those spiritual weak points, and use this to complete the pollution.

This kind of invisible attack is the most difficult to guard against. In fact, there is a similar ability in the world of Terra.

As long as there is recognition of these words in the heart, then there will be flaws in the spirit, and the other party can use these flaws to complete the pollution of the target's will.

But it is a pity that such an attack is not something that a Lobotomy company executive can put on the table.

Be it spiritual pollution or will assimilation, both of them can be regarded as attacks on the cognitive level.

As for the concept of cognition, the executives of Lobotomy are all good at it.

So no matter what kind of cognitive modification the long arm brings to Blisk through the mouth of Angham, it will eventually be like a drop of water falling into the ocean, and even the ripples that are stirred up will be driven by the ocean itself in an instant engulfed by the tide.

The scarlet scar dug into the inside of the long arm, and the tip of the knife almost touched Angem's scalp, which made the head fall into a brief silence.

But it is also difficult for people to find even a little bit of normal emotion from such wreckage that does not even belong to their own life and consciousness.

"So now, are you going to punish me with your justice?"

The head spoke again, with a calm tone, as if stating some established fact.

"No, you may have misunderstood one thing." The exhausted man in a social suit covered in blood exhaled, and then squeezed a little smile on his face: "Whether it's punishment or justice, to be honest, those things None of them have anything to do with me.

"Although I don't know how much you talked about on your own during this period of time, there is only one thing I can tell you."

Pressing down on the blade, the cleaver with a strong smell of blood cut the illusory eggshell, almost cutting the entire long arm open:

“I am not here for any grand goal, nor to fulfill other people’s wishes.

"I'm small-minded, so I'm only here for the purest revenge."

After the words fell, Blisk stretched out his arm like a wild beast, and penetrated deep into the bird's egg on the long arm. He clamped Angem's forehead with five fingers, and then pulled it out forcefully with a low growl.

The sound of flesh being torn and broken resounded throughout the earth, and the ear-piercing scream shook every part of the ruins, but none of this could stop Brisk's actions.

Finally, with a loud noise like a piece of steel snapping, Blisk yanked Angham's head from the egg and took it out.

There are countless blood threads like palms, protruding from the gap on the surface of the long arm, trying to snatch the head back from Blisk's hand.

But after the scarlet scar in Blisk's hand swung down, all these blood threads were cut off, and thus lost their vitality.

Using the Abnormal Body to defeat the Abnormal Body is the optimal solution.

And after being separated from the long arm, the gift belonging to the long arm also dissipated. Angem's eyes regained clarity in an instant. Maybe he has regained his own consciousness, but the remaining life is not even enough for him Make a frightened expression.

"Hu-hu-"

Briscoe looked at Angem's gradually distorted expression, and then showed a malicious smile: "Oh, welcome back."

He hung the head on his waist, then raised the gun and blasted the remaining parts of the long arm wildly.

After losing the core of symbiosis, the long arm of emotional dissipation also quickly fell into the process of extinction.

The projectile from the muzzle shattered the last intact eggshell, proclaiming Longarm's demise.

Exhausted, Blisk fell to the ground. Unlike the other cattle friends, this supervisor may be the most seriously injured player in this big operation.

However, Brisk did not have much worry.

Because he knows that everything will end.

He relaxed and leaned back, lying on his back.

After a while, the wind in the air sent the last roar.

Blisk closed his eyes contentedly, because he knew it was the last struggle of Apocalypse.

And this is his off-duty bell.

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Chapter 329 It's almost the same if the vest and women's clothes are found

The sound of the collapse continued to come from the body of the Apocalypse Bird, and a sad tone turned into a certain melody, piercing into the city in a form almost piercing.

The essence of Abnormalities is the realization of powerful and extreme emotions. Although there are still many black boxes that are hard to describe, generally speaking, since there are emotional expressions, people with empathy abilities will naturally You can feel this emotion happening.

People in Rutland City all felt a kind of sadness spreading in their hearts. This kind of sadness is extremely aggressive. It is not the kind of empathetic fermentation, but more like the kind of eating super sour fudge, feeling The emotion that obviously does not belong to him flows quickly through the mouth and nose, leaving a mottled trace after being burned by it.

This is an extremely terrifying feeling. An emotion that does not belong to one's heart is implanted in one's mind, and then it is amplified indefinitely to occupy one's entire mind.

However, for most Lateran people, it should be difficult for them to experience this sense of terror. There are reasons why it is difficult for them to capture such delicate emotional fluctuations, but it is more because for them, today is indeed is a sad day.

Homes were destroyed, relatives were separated, but everything came from an absurd and sudden farce—yes, for them, everything today is inexplicable, it is neither the so-called revenge action nor traceable In the end, he could only use helpless words like farce to describe everything he experienced.

Evangelista XI stood on the top floor of the Lateran Cathedral, and the wind filled with the smell of gunpowder whizzed past, filling the holy place where he was like wasteland.

His face was serious and solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the bird of apocalypse, which was only two city blocks away from the Lateran Cathedral. Even though the huge monster was falling and collapsing itself, the Pope of Lateran His expression didn't show any relaxation at all.

The catastrophe was swift and strange. It cut off the foundation of the Sakota people's survival, and this caused the shock it brought to continue to intensify even though the culprit had stopped.

The Sakota people will eventually find out where their beliefs and laws come from, so the Pope also understands how many Sakotas will be... no, even the entire Terra People will be amazed.

But no matter what, the current crisis is resolved, just as suddenly as it appeared, it seems that there is an unknown turning point, and all this happened before my eyes, but I didn't realize it.

Evangelista XI's eyes moved slightly, and locked onto the figure floating in the air.

It's not that his eyesight is so good, it's just that the figure shining brightly in the dust and haze is really a little too dazzling.

It is natural that the Pope does not know who the other party is, and no one in the entire Lateran should know the other party's identity.

But there is no doubt that the Pope has been able to guess that someone will call him a living saint, and then go further to worship him.

This matter can't be said to be good or bad. After all, no matter from which point of view, the current development has exceeded the limit that can be imagined.

In other words, before today, who would have imagined that such a monster would suddenly appear in Lateran City, and be able to cut off all Originium skills and the spiritual resonance of the Sakota people, making all Sakota The aura of the tower people is dim, and the city is as fragile as a loose sandcastle in front of it.

Then, on this premise that no one could have imagined, and out of nowhere, a living saint with a golden light all over his body appeared, and when he came up, he fought with the monster that destroyed the city, and he has not yet fallen into a disadvantage.

These elements put together are enough for those cardinals in the Vatican who like to watch B-grade movies to have a ecstasy.

"What the hell is going on here?"

On the uninhabited top floor, the Pope, who bears the power and responsibility of the entire Lateran City, finally showed a little bewilderment, and couldn't help talking softly to himself.

These words seemed to be conveyed by the gust of wind. The Pope saw the golden figure turn around in the air, and looked down at himself above the distant sky.

It has to be said that at this distance, there is no absurd reality such as being able to see the other person's expression or eyes clearly at a glance, but Evangelista XI still feels a kind of pressure, a kind of being watched pressure.

An illusory line of sight that is several cities away from him can make the Pope feel a chill down his spine and heavy shoulders.

This kind of substantive pressure really makes people sweat.

To be honest, if he hadn't understood the truth of the so-called teachings as the pope, he would have shaken his faith a long time ago.

However, the follow-up that the pope thought did not appear. The figure did not fly over along his line of sight, but after a short stay to confirm that the apocalypse bird was indeed dead, it flew into the sky with light and rushed to the thick Above the cloud of lead, and then disappeared in everyone's eyes.

It is very much like what is said in the scriptures - returning to the Promised Land.

Of course, this is only what the Pope himself thinks, and the actual situation is probably quite different from this conjecture.

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: I finally know why Ultraman flies away after beating the monster.

Square Liver Emperor Lin: If you don't do this, it's really easy to lose your vest.

Zerg Brood September: Then we still need to analyze the specific issues in detail. People lose their vests in the human body, but Lin Zi, you just admit it, you are just afraid of being found out that you are wearing women's clothing!

Meat pigeon suffers from salted fish: What kind of women's clothing reveals the gameplay, Dalin's play is so exciting.

Soul Guy Zixu: Understood, brother Lin Zi raised the flag in front of you!Lin Zige is invincible!

Zerg Brood September: Collector's Edition HD 4K Lin Zi black and white maid outfit photo, quantity priority, first come first served!

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: Shit!Wait, I'll be right at your door!

Cube Gan Emperor Lin: Let’s not talk about that, since the Apocalypse Bird is dead, it means that your problems have been solved, right?

Meat Pigeon Suffering Salted Fish: Don't talk about it, Tuosha, if that guy doesn't count other weird abilities, he should be at the same level as Yang Wudi in close combat.

Canglan Xing Yang Wudi: Huh, then he's quite fierce!

Soul Guy Zixu: Why do I feel like you are boasting.

Lobotomy Director Brisk: It can only be said that the problem itself has been solved, but other problems brought about by this problem have not been solved.

Gunslinger Norman: Sparrow food, bird food.

Lobotomy Director Blisk: However, the big guys are here, I think the aftermath problem is difficult, it should not be as difficult as everything that has been encountered before.

Lobotomy Director Blisk: And, I feel like I'm almost here, but I think I can salvage one more...

Hunlao Zixu: I agree to extubation.

Meat pigeon suffers from salted fish: Agree to donate.

Zerg Brood September: Agree to be cremated, half-baked kind.

Norman: Ah, by the way, @虫族种旗九月, Sister Jiuzi, I have another thing to ask you.

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Chapter 3 Thirty It's time to set up the Terra Defense Team!

The catastrophe is finally over, but people can't feel much joy.