At this moment, Lidion forcibly stopped breathing, and as the cross pupil in his eyes opened, countless blood-colored lines extended from the cross pupil to the golden pupil, all over his eyes. The next moment, Lydion felt that time around him seemed to stand still, and the hot air that erupted from his body slowly distorted the air. The air flow becomes a substantial thing, which can be captured by the eye, and the rapidly flowing scenery is clearly visible at once.

But even so, Lydion still felt that time was completely not enough for him. The shooting came entirely by feeling, and Lydion did not have the slightest time to search for the source of the danger, he only knew that the danger was nearly forty meters away from him, and the area was probably several square meters. In addition, when he flipped his body in mid-air and his eyes touched that direction, all he saw was a quiet forest and overgrown vines, and there was no time for him to analyze this information when the enemy would hide in those few square meters.

Lydion tensed up, snatching time to quickly press down the trigger, allowing the bullets to spread almost evenly across the area. At the same time, the muscles beneath its skin squirmed rapidly, and countless miserable white substances were like white foam, precipitating from all the pores on its body. The miserable white foam covered its entire body with great speed, intertwining with each other, and in the blink of an eye, a plaster-like substance could cover its entire body.

Lydion understood that time had become slow, almost static, and that it was only in his senses, and that it might be more appropriate to say that it was sight and perception. It had a huge impact on his spirit, and he knew unusually well that his body couldn't keep up with the speed of perception after this sudden transformation.

In Lydin's world, he saw that he could only pull the trigger twice, and his fears had already happened. At the source of the danger in his perception, a string of explosive gunshots suddenly reached his ears, and six dark red ballistic lines had been integrated into a cluster, breaking through all the blocking objects along the way, and the shape of a substantial light pointed in the direction of his place. There is no room to hide, and the speed of the body is not on the same line as perception.

The cluster of bullets tore through his clothes, and the skin on the side of his abdomen, which had not yet had time to be covered by the white foam, shattered directly, and small pieces of flesh became blood foam spraying backwards.

"Sure enough, the target is not me!" At this moment, only thoughts can keep up with Lydion's perception of being enhanced and accelerated, "but fortunately, the bone overlay has been completed. The loss of skin and small patches of flesh from his waist did not affect the precipitation of the miserable white foam, and when Lydion looked there, the white foam that had been replenished from the flesh had covered the wound and was completing the final stage of similar "curing".

Thankfully, this was the only thing that Lidion had prepared, and he wanted to share this information with others, but every part of his body couldn't keep up with the speed of his senses.

A buzzing sound began to appear in his head, and Lydion was relieved that he wasn't the target, at least he hadn't died at the hands of such a powerful stealth assassin. Knuckle thinks of the enemy as an assassin, and the opponent's search for opportunities and stealth methods are indeed worthy of such evaluation.

"By the time the bombs attacked, the enemy was probably already approaching here. When the airship fell, it was probably the last time he moved his position. He should have attacked immediately after that、、、 was it because of the high mental concentration we had when we jumped off the airship? "The short time that the perceived acceleration state subsided, and Lydin's speed of thought was not affected in any way," and the quiet 、、、 after that was not waiting for us to recover, but taking advantage of the poor information and the environment to cause potential mental stress. He did succeed, and using our keen sense of sight and muzzle, I helped him create a lot of misinformation for Mavis and them. ”

"However, even if you achieve your goal, it will directly incapacitate one of us. However, this stealth assassination only has one effect, and once used, there will be no next time. And you yourself are exposed. We know that we have at least five of us, and you are still attacking from such a distance、、、 we don't know what is behind you, maybe it's a trap, maybe it's a large team, maybe there are people like you around you. But are you too eager、、、 at least when you attack, if you have teammates, you should attack together、、、 confidence in yourself 、、、 forty meters away, for us, you are definitely stepping into a dead line. ”

With a mixed mind, Lydion began to think about his surroundings as he knew that he would not be in danger for the next few seconds.

The buzzing sound was like a buzz at this moment, and after reaching the crest of the wave, it disappeared suddenly. After a short pause, time accelerated, perception returned to normal, and the roar of "all dodge" only fell to the last word!

Another burst of gunfire followed by Lydin's words from the side. Lidion subconsciously turned his head, and only then did he stand firmly, because of the impact of the six bullets overlapping in his chest, he took a few steps back to completely stabilize his body. Gunshots rang out behind him, and the broken trees fell one after another.

Lidion sensed the momentum, and Mavis and Agnes were already rushing forward from behind him, taking a few steps past him, chasing after the enemy who was retreating at high speed in front of him.

"Go see Mousse!" Agnes roared, "Saint-Ged, Isabel、、、" With his voice, Saint-Ged and Auguste rushed out of the airship, a simple handover of information, an arc circle had been formed, and they pursued in the direction of the enemy's withdrawal.

Here, Lydin, who was covered in a miserable body, went to the place where Mousse was lying on his stomach. There was blood gushing out in all directions, and Mousse's heart hadn't stopped beating, but all it did was speed up the blood gushing out of his body, staining more and more dead leaves in a wider area.

The dying body struggled, Mousse's mouth wide open, blood foaming out of his rapid breathing, obscuring his face. Seeing Lydion, Mousse's eyes were moving, his mouth was open and closed, and he was desperately crying for help.

Ridion ignored Mousse's movements, and rather violently poked his finger through the tear hole in the muzzle, and found about a third of the remains of a bullet in a piece of shattered internal organs.

"There's no way, Mr. Mousse. Not only did your skin harden a little slower, but a bullet was put into your chest, and the other party was using 、、、" Lydin's words were like a professional autopsy doctor, professionally dissecting while working, while talking to let the tape recorder on the side record the information obtained during his autopsy, "The bullet of the acid platinum bullet, a pistol with a caliber of about one or two、、、 a caliber of about twelve millimeters, judging by the sound, it should still be a revolver. If you're still conscious, Mr. Mousse, you should know that it's not much more powerful than a blue-silver bullet, right? ”

As he spoke, he stood up, and Mousse's breathing began to slow from shortness to rapidity. Lidion didn't know what Mousse was breathing, his lungs were shattered, and he couldn't breathe. I'm afraid that the psychological effect is more, and breathing represents living.

"The enemy's marksmanship was very strong, and the striking point of the six bullets was almost in the same position. So Mr. Mousse, even if your skin hardens successfully, you can't defend against it. It penetrated horizontally through your left chest, destroying most of your internal organs, and probably cracking your spine、、、 if you get up with me, maybe 、、、" Lidion was about to say what he saw, but after noticing that Mousse was no longer breathing, he closed his mouth.

"The enemy can't escape, Mr. Mousse. There was a sigh in his voice, and Lydion couldn't say that he would be in a mood for Mousse's death, but as an elite member of the family who was not much different from himself, dying here like this made him feel a sense of absurdity.

This is not the end they deserve!, Lydion said to himself, turning after Agnes. Mousse's corpse remained in place, its shattered heart no longer beating, soaked in the bloodstream and gradually getting colder.