Will, that is, strength.

Not idealism, but reality, what is happening here, supernatural forces driven by great wills, and even the most mundane thoughts can produce incredible effects.

For the current magpie, he doesn't even need any substantive instructions and spells to rely on instinct to complete the suppression.

Even if the main body is thousands of miles away from here, even if the other party is enough to be an extraordinary person for one enemy army.

Stretching out his bloodstained palm, he lowered his head and put his hand over his face, and after a strange sound, all the blood condensed and fell off, revealing the smooth face underneath. Only the hair on the head is left with clumps of blood and dust.

"Tsk. . . ”

Magpie couldn't bring Polaris with him in a hurry, he just took over the body remotely with his own will.

Therefore, although it can block the action ability of powerful transcendents with reverse cohomology, it cannot remove all the blood stains on their bodies.

In the air, the image of a small person is like an insect stuck to the gum of a tree, unable to move.

He still retains a clear consciousness and can even feel the subtle flow of the wind, but... Useless.

It's as if the body is completely detached from consciousness and reduced to a spectator.

The magpie, who had not received an answer, frowned, raised his expressionless cold face, and looked at the windrider with a funny posture.

The crooked baseball cap, with obvious scars on his round face, stretched across the entire face at once, looking hideous and disgusting.

He was short in stature, but not strong, but a little malnourished.

His hair is a deep purple (though it should be dyed), and he holds a strange double-sided drum with a ball (a kind of toy) tied to the end.

If you ignore the abominable scar, this guy looks like a stunted teenager, but Magpie's scan is not something that can be fooled by appearances.

In fact, looking at the bone age, this guy is almost a hundred, referring to the memory of this young man called "Curvature", the opponent's combat skills are proficient, and the experience of fighting is also very vicious.

From the point of view of ability and energy value,The gap between the two is not big.,And how can the curvature live in the school park for a few years and even get out of the mix.,After receiving the help of the magpie, not to mention the ability to improve by leaps and bounds,At least the experience of killing and being killed is also very rich.。

So why lose?

Because... The problem of the indicators of the school park。

At this time, Magpie had already read the memories of the teenager before, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

The school has a share of influence on the outside world.,Like the curvature that didn't graduate.,Basically, there are a lot of restrictions.,If he doesn't scruple to open up and destroy a few blocks.,In the end, it's a death in the hands of his own people.。

How much the group of prosecutors in the "Qiqiu Bus" likes to add fuel and vinegar to fabricate crimes, even Queo has heard of it, and the outcome of being caught by them is definitely worse than dying on the spot.

As a result, with unscrupulous unorganized and undisciplined thugs on one side and shackled officials on the other, the results speak for themselves.

Naturally, the helpless teenager lost the fight.

This envoy seems to be well aware of the rules of the school members.,Used this many times in the city.,Tear off the leg of the curvature.。

"There's enough... But why is the world so chaotic now... There are still people who will attack the people of the school park.。 ”

Magpie casually patted the dust off his body and stood up—and the fear and sluggishness in the other party's eyes grew thicker.

At this moment, the legs that had been broken by the curvature have not only recovered as before, but even the torn pants, shoes and socks, and long-sleeved coat are exactly the same as before.

This is just the embodiment of chaotic thinking, what is common sense to magpie is already a matter of the "void creation" level in the eyes of others.

Well, in fact, it's not much different

This is enough to bring a shocking shock and a strong sense of powerlessness.

The Wind Riders deeply understand that this kind of existence is different from their own, and they are even detached from the concept of human beings in any other way except mentally, and they cannot be guessed by themselves.

Magpie could clearly feel every trace of his most subtle emotion, and he could read even the fluctuations of his thoughts that he was not aware of.

Magpie's expression is a little strange, this kind of overriding life level and perspective... Although they both exist in the world, the difference is as if the other is looking at themselves through the eyes of a microorganism – and they are looking through a microscope.

Indescribable feeling.

Magpie shook his head, his eyes returned to indifference again, he stretched out his hand, and the wind around the other party's body moved on its own, sending the body of the man in the baseball cap over.

Magpie manipulates the opponent's body and uses the opponent's ability to deliver the opponent's body to the hand.

Slender fingertips grasp the skull, and the sharp perception from the curvature of the body can detect the pulsation of the blood vessels and the soft brain pulp under the bones.

"Huh. Well, I forgot, you can't speak, can you?"

Magpie looked abrupt, grabbed his head and shook it, his feet did not touch the ground, and his body shook in the air. There was an eager look of agreement in his eyes.

By the way, the grip of the curvature is not big enough to pinch a person's head with one hand and lift him up, so... This is also a credit to the other party's ability.

No one can understand how the baseball cap feels at the moment, everything about himself is at the mercy of others, and he is powerless to move.

The man who had died before was now alive again, and the look in his eyes. It's not the same as before.

It's like a different person.

He was sure that if he returned to the human settlement now, the monster in front of him would not take care of it.

The essence is different, like being possessed by evil spirits, and then gaining power and values that are different from ordinary things.

"Well. Forget it, it's useless to keep it. ”

Magpie shook him again, spitting out emotionless words.

"Kill it. ”

———— "Bang ——"

There was not even room for justification, and with the splash of fragments, the brains of the transcendents who controlled the wind received an explosion of information in an instant, and the abruptly increased intracranial pressure was instantly vented outward.

And then there was no then.

Magpie does not have the same "habits" as Suzune, but its thinking pattern is still as casual as ever.

What's the use of keeping this kind of goods? Since it looks troublesome, let's kill it.

With the fall of the enemy, the inhuman will in Qudu's eyes was receding, and the surrounding stagnant heaven and earth began to resume operation.

The gray clouds slowly closed as if they had a will, but the broken milky white light had not healed for a long time, as if it was some kind of energy aggregate, which was washed away by the tide of spatial energy brought by the arrival of the magpie.

"Uh-huh... ”

The curvature slowly took over his body, and the inexplicable sense of incongruity seemed to linger in his heart as if he felt motion sickness.

That sense of omnipotent power is fading, and the mind and body are a little out of sync.

"Is it crooked?"

The lazy tone remembered in his heart, and he was shocked.

"Great. Adult ?!!"