"That's a lot of people." Alone against the large number of Norman knights around him, Asker sighed.

In the daily training of professional athletes, there is a test called "stress adaptation training", which refers to holding on to 30 minutes under an endless stream of enemy attacks...... Whether it is for the player's physical fitness or concentration, there is an extremely rigorous test.

Of course, for Asker today, such training is only nostalgic.

In this world, there is probably nothing that can reproduce that kind of effective means of anti-stress training except for the artificial intelligence of the Holy See. Peggy's Phantom Sword of Immortality may be a viable way out in the future, but a dozen doppelgangers that can be crushed in one blow are too rudimentary.

The concretization of the laws of war is to comprehend them in constant high-intensity battles. Asker has no interest in those rookie enemies who are not even at the legal level, and as for the girls, it is okay to practice with them, but everyone is very resistant to this, so that most of the time he lacks suitable practice objects, so he can only water ski.

Asker has been waiting too long for an opportunity like this to fight with all his heart's content.

He swung his sword and slashed at the tomahawk from the right, and a Norman knight took the opportunity to approach from the left, furious!

The opponent's muscles suddenly swelled in a circle, and the tomahawk slammed down with an irresistible force. Asker simply stretched out his left arm and pulled a shield out of the air.

A layer of ice suddenly condensed on the shield, which suddenly shattered under the powerful hammer of the battle axe, but the ice itself also slipped away from the axe, and Aske stepped to the right, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into a two-handed battle axe, and his muscles also swelled.

Rampage! Full Moon Slash!

With the power bonus of the Berserk ability, the tomahawk swept down, shattering countless things in an instant—four tomahawks, three breastplates, and the vertebrae of three Norman knights, to be exact. After all, the eyesight of a professional player is very good.

Killing the three enemies on the right at once, Asker once again stepped towards the empty space that appeared on the right, and the surrounding enemies quickly pressed densely, and a violent white gas slashed the sky and overwhelmingly.

Frost Formation.

The so-called Frost Formation is when the Normans simultaneously cast a saturated Frost attack on the surroundings. Since the Frost Sequence itself grants them the ability to resist cold, they can cool down the entire environment to a very low level and then use their cold resistance to crush their enemies.

Of course, if the opponent also has a frost sequence, then this tactic doesn't make sense.

By plundering the skills of the Normans, Aske at this moment is naturally not afraid of the low temperature environment. He swept his battle axe around him again through the ice and snow, slashing off the countless weapons that had sprung up to attack, and then suddenly two more revolter heavy machine guns appeared in his hand.

Dada

He held a minigun in each hand, and pulled the trigger with all his might like a Terminator, and the metal storm swirled with the muzzle of his gun, pouring furiously in all directions.

Norman knights above Lv.6 have strong ** strength and can withstand assault rifle fire head-on. However, this time the metal storm smoothly tore through their armor, and then directly pierced through the strong body, and countless pieces of flesh flew sideways along with the metal shards.

A large number of Norman knights were swept to the ground like wheat under a sickle. Looking at the miserable picture of hell in the front row, the knights in the back row finally couldn't help but start to retreat.

After all, the scene in front of him was so weird that even a high-ranking knight whose bloodline was about to become a full-fledged knight was actually torn to pieces like paper paste in front of the machine gun bullets. And the machine gun in their impression should not be able to fire for such a long time, nor will it have such a powerful killing power.

Looking at the retreating enemies around him, Asker still pulled the trigger with a blank face, and carried a twin-wheel machine gun to shoot all around his body, smashing all the Norman knights in his field of vision into a honeycomb. Naturally, he didn't want to explain to the other party that his current way of fighting was actually based on three rare conditions:

1. Using the plundered berserk ability, he strengthened his own ** strength for a short time, so that he could resist the terrifying recoil caused by the full firing of the dual-wielding revolver.

2. Use the law of speed from plundering (Shirley:??? ), which solidifies the "Acceleration" skill cast near the muzzle, so that the speed and kinetic energy of all machine gun bullets are greatly increased at the moment of unloading, making them enough to penetrate the strong ** defenses of the Norman Knights.

3. Take advantage of the low temperature environment caused by the Normans, as well as their own constant frost ability, to cool the overheating of the barrel caused by the full firing of the revolver.

Enemies, companions, and the environment, each of these factors were skillfully exploited to barely achieve such a perverted "Terminator" lawn mowing tactic. This is the basic ability that any pro must have: pick and choose the current limited conditions and arrange them to create the battle pattern that works best for them.

I don't know how long it took to shoot with all his might, but a huge blank circle had been swept around Asker, as if the Grim Reaper had set a forbidden zone, and no Norman dared to set foot in it.

Only the cascading corpses of knights lying on the ground on top of each other hinted at what a terrible meat grind battle had taken place here just a few minutes ago.

Suddenly, Asker lifted the summon and quickly raised his body and flew up using the law of speed. William's iron skill slashed through the spot below him, and it was directly empty.

William, who was attacking from the cold, didn't expect that the other party, who was concentrating on firing with his back to him, and was completely obscured by the sound of machine guns, could magically detect and even dodge his sneak attack at the last moment.

I guess there is something like "intuition", this young man...... It's really tricky, I have to find a chance to get rid of it!

He manipulated the rust that had gathered up again, and propped himself up as he spurred. The sirens floating on the periphery of the field ahead hurriedly dodged to the sides, while a figure rushed in regardless of it.

It was Roger, William's designated heir.

William frowned and turned sharply, avoiding Roger's charging line, feeling more and more irritated in his heart...... The reason why Roger rushed at him without saying a word at this time was obviously controlled by the corpse witch demigod opposite.

The law of puppets is different from the law of manipulation: the latter is a rarer law of superiority, but the control of the target must be carried out with the help of a thread of minds, which will be corroded if it enters William's rusty realm. The former is to plant a puppet seed in the target's body, so that if William wants to remove Roger's interference, he can only restrain him first, and then use the refined law skill to deal with it slowly.

In the high-pressure situation that Willian is facing today, this is certainly unrealistic.

So he could only cast the Law Skill again, and a large amount of rust spread from Roger's feet, enveloping him all over.

Then he made another rapid move to try to dodge, but the high-speed stone shot from Shirley happened to pass through his left chest.

Relying on the effect of conceptualizing the body, William was not injured, but due to the interruption of the concept of composing himself, his skill mobilization was a little sluggish, and the rust grinding sound that echoed around him was slightly lower, and the siren's song began to louden again, drilling straight into his ears.

"What the damn ......" William cursed angrily for a moment, only to mobilize his spirit again to make noise, and he couldn't help but focus on the mountain road in the distance.

It would be nice if Robert could solve the trouble over there as soon as possible and come back with the artifact to support......