MTL - Fantasy Family Simulator-Chapter 310 The texture on the shell (ask for a monthly ticket, recommend a ticket)
Chapter 310 Textures on shells (ask for a monthly ticket, recommended ticket)
"Delaying time will only make your death more painful. It depends on where you go!"
The scar-faced knight gritted his teeth and said, the skin on his forehead twitched unconsciously, obviously enduring the pain, and other negative emotions easily came to his mind. After refining the black-red blood origin bead, even though he has mastered stronger power, the strange energy is tearing every muscle in his body, surging violently in his body, making it difficult for him to calm down.
Seeing Leiter turning the corner, the scar-faced knight immediately followed without hesitation, but what he didn't expect was that three ground thorns suddenly appeared from the belly of the ground dragon just above his head. One left front, one right rear, and one right center, falling from three angles like swords of judgment. No shock force was applied, but it blocked the route that the scarface knight wanted to chase Leiter and was about to run out of the belly of the earth dragon and lean to the left.
Ka Ka Ka
Three gloomy sword lights flickered, and the ground thorn was cut into several sections by the scarface knight's sword and scattered around.
At this moment, the scar-faced knight stopped on the spot and couldn't help twitching. Pain flashed again in his eyes, and then he suppressed it. There were black lines floating on his face, as if a few earthworms were slowly wriggling. Generally speaking, under the shadow covered by the body of the ground dragon above the head, it looks extraordinarily infiltrating.
"The power that the leader gave me, although it has a strong restraint on Xuan Ao, has too many side effects! It doesn't matter, the other party has supported for so long just now, and the consumption of mental power is not ordinary. Hurry up, the other party must support it soon Can't stop!"
The scar-faced knight gritted his teeth, comforting himself and rushed out of the shadowed area, just in time to see Leiter looking straight at him in front of the left, no longer riding a sand wolf, but standing with three sand wolves behind him, calm and relaxed.
"It's time to end..." Leiter said softly.
"Um?"
The scar-faced knight had doubts at the first moment, but he sensed a fatal crisis the next moment. His long-formed fighting instinct sent a chill down his spine. Quietly, just running out of the shadow area covered by the ground dragon, it appeared again.
He looked up, and at some point, the sky seemed to be covered by a khaki thundercloud, and the sky became gloomy.
"not good!"
At this moment, the scar-faced knight regained some of his sanity, figured out Leiter's plan, and realized that it was not good, but the magic of the cone rain technique had been completely condensed, and the endless cones fell like raindrops all over the sky, exuding Countless buzzing sounds.
Falling to the ground, like bombs one by one, the rumbling sound can be heard endlessly, and small pits are blasted out, gravel is scattered everywhere, and smoke and dust are filled.
On the other side, Locke is fighting with another pale knight. Fortunately, he has the extreme speed and mystery to ensure that he is invincible, otherwise he would have been completely defeated by the strange blood mist. Seeing the sky scene, recalling Rhett's reminder, his eyelids drooped, and his movements swiftly flashed out of the range covered by the Cone Rain Technique.
When the Pale Knight caught up with him, Locke also ventured to turn around, drawing countless sword marks with the sword in one hand, these wind sword marks were densely packed, intertwined in the air, and unexpectedly gathered into an irregular wind barrier, hitting on the On the pale knight, he was pushed directly to the edge of the drop point of the Cone Rain Technique.
At this time, just as the three spikes fell, one destroyed the left half of the body, one destroyed the right arm, and the other pierced the thigh, causing it to let out a tragic cry of pain. Using both hands and feet, he hurriedly climbed out of the danger zone.
At this moment, a blue rapier suddenly appeared and touched his throat.
Lock said coldly: "Tell me about your origin, and spare your life. Otherwise, you will die!"
The ice-cold sword tip made the pale knight tremble, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a fanatical belief, and he laughed wildly:
"Haha, it's useless, you are too weak, this world will eventually crawl under the feet of the leader!"
"Master?" Locke frowned, ready to continue to ask who the leader was, but the next moment his pupils shrank suddenly, and he retreated in horror. The pale knight exploded directly in front of his eyes, and died on the spot!
"This sect is really weird, and some people are willing to die for it..."
Locke sighed, put away these thoughts quickly, and looked at the battlefield ahead, only to see that under the endless cone rain, the scarface knight still had the strength to dodge, and even the blood mist long sword in his hand was danced impenetrably. , swung a sword barrier to block directly above, the awl exuding shocking power, facing the blood mist, it was like encountering a first-class enemy. cause terrible damage.
Seeing this scene, Leiter clenched his fists, his face turned ugly. Although the scar-faced knights were difficult to deal with, he was not overly worried. Instead, he knew the details. If these knights were really trained by the blood **** lord, did the blood **** lord have more power? Even Xuan'ao can hardly give full play to its obvious advantages. If it is cultivated in batches in the future, wouldn't it be a disaster for this world? The consequences will be even more terrifying than the orcs!
"No, if the leader of the blood **** really possesses such powerful power, the five sanctuaries shouldn't be able to seriously injure him, and the other party wouldn't hide for so long..."
Rett's eyes flickered, and after a second thought, he rejected his guess. He thought that the other party had only accelerated their deployment in the past few decades. In recent years, they have been collecting corpses crazily, regardless of the risk of exposure, stealing extraordinary corpses everywhere. Perhaps this power is still in the experimental stage...
"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"…
At this time, several arrows struck from outside the battlefield one after another, and the blue light was applied with extreme speed and mystery, breaking through the outer light armor at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye, and pierced into the scar-faced knight's body.
"Ah... ah!"
The scar-faced knight frowned and let out a cry of pain, coordinating with the squirming black lines above, it was indescribably weird. The terrifying lethality caused by the seven extremely fast arrows made it difficult for him to suppress the pain in his body, his body twitched on the spot, black and red blood flowed out from the wound, and the blood mist barrier from the long sword above his head quickly disappeared. Apparently he was on his own!
At this time, the cone rain technique was coming to an end, but hundreds of cones still fell, bombarding wildly with the power of shock.
boom boom boom
The explosion lasted for more than half a minute before it ended.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the scarface knight's body was no longer complete. Locke, who had been observing the battle situation, looked around, raised his nose lightly, felt the breath of the wind, and found that there were no more enemies, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.
Coming to Leiter, Locke breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "It's finally over. These three enemies who suddenly appeared are really weird. I have never been exposed to this kind of power in the past. Leiter, how do you treat these people?" Do you understand? Have you heard of similar situations before?"
"I don't know." Leiter shook his head, did not continue on this topic, but said with a serious face: "Locke, Ledros is still on the way, you are the fastest, let's go to support, I Worried they might be attacked on the road too!"
Hearing this, Locke's face became serious, and he said, "That makes sense, then I'll meet up with Ledros first, and you will follow later."
"Well, be careful on the road." Lei Te instructed.
Lock nodded, turned into a blue light, and disappeared in place.
Leiter breathed a sigh of relief, waited for a few minutes, and began to gather the corpses of the three pale knights together in a hurry, even though some of these corpses were no longer complete, Leiter would I collected it carefully, and didn't miss any piece of minced meat.
After the collection was completed, Leiter calmly took out the shell from the space ring and placed it next to the three corpses, watching the **** scene in front of him nervously.
It has been a few months since the last time the shell was replenished with energy, not to mention that the amount replenished last time was quite scarce, and it was incomparable with the energy that passed naturally. Without the help of shells, the Fate Points consumed for breaking through would definitely increase significantly. If it is not supplemented to perfection, it will affect his next plan to break through the sanctuary.
Leite held the shell in his hand, first touched the two weaker pale knights, and stuck them to his chest one by one. There was a reaction soon, and the purple-red flesh and blood surged, as if being drawn out by a pump, and quickly got into the shell.
Leite's eyes lit up, and it seemed to be effective, so he stood there and waited quietly for half a minute before the shells stopped swallowing. This time is much longer than the three knights who blocked the way during the march. Leiter put the shell in his hand, probed into the spiritual power to feel it, and he could feel that the energy was more abundant, but it was still a little short of perfection.
Afterwards, he looked at the scar-faced knight, whose hands and feet were incomplete, but the chest was relatively intact. Lei Te nodded. He has some experience now. Generally, the blood **** lords store the positions in the bodies of these subordinates before the chest. Inside.
He stuck the shell on it, but in the next moment, something unexpected happened. As soon as the shell touched the blood in the Scarface Knight's body, it burrowed in like a hungry wolf. The strength continued to rise, quickly reaching a limit, and the surrounding blood and minced meat surged wildly.
Leite watched the miraculous scene intently, his legs stretched straight, and soon he noticed the difference. Compared with the past, what got into the shell was not purple-red blood, but black-red blood, which was more evil and weird than what I had seen before.
"A higher level of power..." Leiter squinted his eyes slightly, recalling that in recent years, the blood origin beads he has come into contact with have changed from blood red, to purple red, and then to this black red blood. Stronger than ever. Just like the scar-faced knight just now, his strength is obviously stronger than the other two. I'm afraid it has something to do with this black and red blood!
Leite took a deep breath, kept these things in his heart, and kept an eye on the changes of the shells. As time passed bit by bit, the color of the shell began to gradually turn black, and soon, it returned to the state when Leiter first grasped it.
What Leiter didn't expect was that the devouring of the shells didn't stop, the entire surface had recovered to a pitch-black and shiny level, and the devouring continued for more than ten seconds, only to see a faint pattern appearing on the surface of the shells!
"Um?"
Leite's pupils shrank, he looked intently, and observed carefully, the lines that suddenly appeared were beginning to gradually extend. It was a color of nothingness, drawing a smooth arc, but suddenly stopped changing.
At this time, the shell also stopped swallowing, and lay quietly on the chest of the scar-faced knight. It was black and shiny, exuding a moist breath, as if a faint mist of water had condensed around it.
This change was beyond Leiter's expectation. When he picked up the shell, his face changed slightly, and the devouring breath from the shell became stronger, stronger than when he first got it from Mozhaxi's family, although It wasn't obvious, but he definitely felt it! Even, he needs to mobilize more mental power to resist.
Moreover, the sudden extra pattern on the shell made him curious, but unfortunately, it seemed that the amount of blood in the Scarface Knight's body was not enough for the shell to continue to swallow, and the pattern stopped extending.
"Could it be that this fragment of the Murloc Artifact is related to the leader of the Blood God?" Leiter was a little puzzled, and for a moment, he shook his head secretly, lost in thought: "Maybe it's just a coincidence... But having said that, it seems that the number of pale knights revealed in the simulation Not many? It means that even the blood **** leader cannot be cultivated in large quantities at present, and there must be some kind of limitation or defect... It will be a bit difficult to meet people like scarface knights casually in the future..."
Putting away his messy thoughts, there are more important things in front of him-in order to prevent Locke and Ledros from rushing over to notice the abnormality later, he needs to clean up the battlefield as soon as possible.
First searched these people, but found nothing useful, and then burned and added ashes as usual, without leaving any clues.
Half an hour later.
Locke and Ledros hurried over with the team, the footsteps were rumbling, and a cloud of smoke was raised.
"How is it, did you encounter any danger on the road?" Rhett greeted him nonchalantly, and asked seriously.
Ledros shook his head: "We are fine, but you were attacked by three sky knights just now?"
"That's right, and they don't look like members of other legions. I've checked and they haven't been disguised." Leiter looked at Locke and said, "Have you seen those three people in the cold current defense line?"
"I haven't seen it." Locke looked solemn, hesitating: "Could it be... a traitor bought by the orcs?"
"It's possible!" Ledros didn't know the truth, and was still kept in the dark, looking at Leiter: "Didn't you say that you know the whereabouts of the high-ranking orcs? Which direction are they going now?"
Leite shook his head regretfully: "They should have been around here at the beginning, but I lost them, and now I don't know where they are."
"Lost?" Ledros frowned, then sighed again, and comforted him: "It's okay, the high-level orcs are not stupid soldiers, so many days have passed, and I don't know where to go. Besides, this This operation encountered an accident, and if we encounter high-level orcs again, it will undoubtedly make things worse. From this point of view, our luck is good."
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