More Egawa came out of the door and once again completely occupied the auditorium, and the dense Egawa also stopped attacking, just like a cleaner, threw the tentacles scattered in the auditorium back to the venue one by one, and then burned the flamethrower I made with the fourth-level magic pattern.

As I guessed, when these tentacles turn into "ashes", they can no longer reduce their size and change their shape, as if "ashes" are the most stable basic state.

Sure enough, it was the Grey Mist Demon, I thought, doing what every Demonic Emringer would do after destroying the Grey Mist Demon - sucking these "ashes" into the Demonic Pattern.

The tentacle demon trunk of the non-top form didn't move much other than writhing and changing, it was so quiet that one wondered if it had done something wrong and let some of its ghost ideas succeed.

Shouldn't it be reduced to ashes? Or shouldn't these ashes be absorbed? However, if he doesn't, Father Edward's demonic disguise will surely be able to repurpose these seemingly dead tentacles.

"Have you given up resisting?" I stared at this demon in disguise, and with a tentative thought, I said, "If you delay time, I can't ask for it here." You may think that delaying time will be more beneficial to you, but I am a big believer in the ability of tennis balls. What do you think of them? They've been doing a great job, and you think you can fool them? Do you think your plan is on the same track as theirs, so they have nothing to do with your plan? They never mind being an opponent of someone they think they are strong, and they have proven with countless records that there are countless ways in their plan to make the enemy lose more than they can lose, and the enemy is helpless. ”

“…… Don't say such non-nutritious words. For the first time, Father Edward's voice came from the demon's disguise, "It sounds disgusting. ”

The tentacle monster's wriggling stance shrank. Twisted and turned into a human form again—no hair, no limbs, smooth and resilient throughout, not sturdy, as if it could be pierced with a sharp weapon, only half of the outline of the body and head. Seriously, it looks like a humanoid sculpture that has not yet been completed. But this form, of course, is not the original body of Father Edward, and you can intuitively feel that it is a new demon in disguise.

Finally spoke. I thought you were more of a doer who acted quietly. "As I said this, I used the fourth-level magic pattern to change the form of the twin knives in my hand. Although there are four Demon Emissaries here, even if they use their own mystical engagements at the same time, the aftermath of the data hedge caused by it is still far from being comparable to the data hedging space of the peninsula. The ability of the fourth-level magic pattern must be used with caution in this state.

The black and white Mauser guns appear in the left and right hands respectively, and the long barrel is covered with a sharp blade, which is the embodiment of the combination of cold and hot weapons in many imaginative works of human beings. In past wars, it was also customary to put bayonets into the front of large firearms and act as spears in hand-to-hand combat. However, although the outward "bladed gun" is very much like that. But the source of its lethality is not the physics knowledge of the apocalyptic illusion. And embodied in the "mysterious".

"Firearms?" The humanoid sculpture says, "Mr. Takakawa's skills are truly diverse. Actually, there are things that I have never been able to understand, but what is the relationship between Mr. Takakawa in front of me and the person in London? Although I have also thought that you are actually different identities played by the same person, according to my findings, it is not just that. Presumably, those people at the tennis ball have always treated you as essentially the same. I got a lot of preferential treatment. ”

"Guess what?" I said, raising both guns and pulling the trigger.

Despite the size of a pistol, the rate of fire of these two bladed guns is much higher than that of regular machine guns, because the bullets are instantly crafted using a level 4 magic pattern, so even in this inherent enchantment where the temporary data hedge is not strong enough. It's also easy to play. The bullets were splashed like water, and the humanoid sculpture did not dodge or dodge, and I guessed that it did not have enough movement ability to withstand these attacks - on the other hand, because it was a demon of this type, it should have special defensive abilities, and the possibility that the bullets would not work was expected.

But anyway, let's play a round first.

Although the shell seems to be made of tough materials, and in common sense, strong defense is often shown in the toughness of the body, however, after being shot by a bullet, the shell of this humanoid sculpture is obviously damaged, and there is a contrast that is extremely inconsistent with the appearance and imagination.

It had no lower body, no arms, and cracks began to appear after the torso and skull were pierced, and it looked like it would crumble completely at any moment before the bullets stopped. However, I noticed that before the humanoid sculpture was shattered, many rivers in all directions, unknown to the exact number, suddenly disappeared. Jiang Chuan didn't remind her, as if she was still confirming the reason for this disappearance, they looked at each other, paid attention, compared, and thought, and the sudden disappearance of each opposite individual could not make her show a wavering expression, as if this consumption was meaningless, as if telling others that before this inherent barrier was broken, Jiang Chuan's individual would be endlessly generated, without causing her any burden—such a performance was close to the vicious reproduction of "Jiang", and there was also the feeling that I would not produce any sense of consumption when I used Quick Sweep.

Even so, the weirdness of the humanoid sculpture can already be confirmed. I stopped shooting, and the man-shaped sculpture regained its composure from the swaying back and forth, and by this time it had no more appearance, but was entirely abstract in the form of a human form. The cracked part of the body seemed to be covered with a layer of mucus, and it was completely repaired in the middle of breathing, and the final picture was completely the appearance of Jiang Chuan - a Jiang Chuan with no lower body and no arms.

Its voice also changed to Jiang Chuan's voice: "You are all sharpshooters, and every bullet destroys one of your own people." "The malicious laughter shifts from low to high-pitched, from high-pitched to gloomy, and then from gloomy to cold, completely losing the color of the human voice, even with words that humans can understand. Nor can it be felt that this is a human being.

However, it was not originally human. It's just a demon in human form.

Did you transfer your damage to the person you had deformed with reference? As I thought so, a voice whispered to itself in the depths of my mind, and this kind of damage transfer was just the simplest application of all the abilities and techniques of this demon in disguise. If the humanoid sculpture really can't move, then even the damage can be passed on to maintain the "immortal body". It is still only a matter of delaying time, and delaying time is precisely our goal. In addition, since it is possible to transfer the damage, why not choose me and Zuo Chuan, who have "only one life", and instead choose Jiang Chuan, which is obviously almost infinite in the inherent enchantment?

There must be a purpose for Jiang Chuan, and if Father Edward doesn't intend to delay time, then the intention of using this humanoid sculpture demon is probably -

"Egawa! Change the form of the inherent barrier! I shouted.

"No way." "I can't do it."

The humanoid sculptures of Egawa and Mimic Egawa speak at the same time, although the literal meaning seems to be the same. But there are still differences in the meaning of the message. If Egawa meant that he couldn't change the form of the inherent barrier, then the meaning of the humanoid sculpture was even more aggressive—even if it could have been done in the past, it couldn't be done at this time.

The humanoid sculpture began to sink, and it was clear that the ground was a solid slab—or rather, a slate that looked like a slab but was not a slate—and the natural hardness and solidity of it did not stop it from sinking, as if a heavy object was sinking deep into the mire, and in a breath's time, only the part of the humanoid sculpture was still exposed above the chest. However. For me, this sinking rate is just too slow. After the swift sweep unfolded, before its chest sank, I had already come to its side and cut off its head with a bladed spear, and then used a rope woven by the fourth-level magic pattern to pull its headless body outward.

Unable to pull it at all, the humanoid sculpture seemed to merge with the entire amphitheater, and to pry it was equivalent to prying the entire inherent enchantment. I can't do it with my strength alone, but the sinking of this half of my body is pulling me back. I had to nail the end of the rope I was holding to the ground, and even then it didn't hinder the sinking of the humanoid sculpture in the slightest, but instead the rope made a cracking sound as it was pulled—the ropes were made of structural materials.

The severed head fell to the ground. At this time, half of my face also sank, and the other half stared at me expressionlessly, which was creepy.

I don't have to think about it to know that the humanoid sculpture refers to the changes of Jiang Chuan, and although it has not completely replaced Jiang Chuan's control over the inherent enchantment, it is also about to break out of the siege of the inherent enchantment. It feels like the server has been hacked and given free access to the server.

"Can it be stopped?" I looked at Egawa.

"You can only do your best, master." All of the Jiang Chuan individuals had very serious expressions, as if they were wrestling with some invisible force.

In order to avoid that this method is just a pretense, I can only ask Jiang Chuan to do everything he can to make amends, but, judging from the current situation, Father Edward's departure is almost certain.

"Send me and Zuo Chuan out." I said to her, "It's not completely out of here, we can snipe outside." ”

"I'm sorry, master." There was a mysterious streamer in Jiang Chuan's eyes, "I hope you and Zuo Chuan can stay with me more than this insignificant little worm." ”

"It's a commission from the Cyberball." I'm not surprised that she would say this, the origin and reappearance of Jiang Chuan is a shady thing. Behind the instructions, no, perhaps it should be said that the existence of Egawa and Zuo Chuan has been confirmed to be Dorothy's manipulation in the "script", and to some extent, she composed these two characters who would not have appeared in this apocalyptic fantasy. Perhaps the power of "Jiang" made Jiang Chuan and Zuo Chuan strong at this time, but Dorothy sent them to my side, of course, it was impossible not to take into account the movements of "Jiang".

Even so, I can't say that Egawa is a "traitor". Perhaps Jiang Chuan and Zuo Chuan are "chess pieces" and "abandoned sons", but my feelings for them, coupled with my understanding of the hidden secrets behind the scenes, do not make me regard them as "enemies" in the pure sense.

I felt that since the time of Egawa's reappearance, there has been a kind of sickness in his silence, and I have a more acute ability to feel any mental differences than ordinary people, and at this moment, in Egawa's reply, this mental pathology is even more obvious.

"The answer is incorrect." The rivers who gathered in the audience and jumped off the field all showed inappropriate sweet smiles, as if indulging in a long-awaited dream, "Master, have you forgotten?" I'm not a cyberballer, I'm a mercenary from the Mercenary Guild. Her gaze crossed over my shoulder, and I sensed a strong wind behind me, but I didn't dodge because it didn't make sense, and I just heard Egawa say, "It's the same with Zuochuan." ”

Zuo Chuan, who has always been loyal to his duties and has never shown any abnormalities, jumped on my back like a spider, and imprisoned my body with both hands and feet, and his strength was beyond the scope of what I could get rid of with my physical strength alone. She whispered in my ear and said in a dreamlike tone, "We will be together forever, master." Right here, right now. ”

"Do you want to kill me and use this inherent barrier as a grave for the three?" I didn't look back, and I could imagine that Zuo Chuan's expression was exactly the same as Jiang Chuan's at this time, "Don't you think it's ridiculous?" The ending of this kind of third-rate drama is not used by many people now. ”

"However, the classic drama is still circulating, and this is precisely the classic plot, a tragedy that will not change with the migration of the times and the aesthetics of mankind." Countless rivers and rivers swarmed up and submerged me and Zuo Chuan with their bodies, "This is the most aesthetic end rooted in human genes and emotions, isn't it?" Master. Don't be afraid, Achuan, we will be together forever. ”

The crowd of Jiang Chuan completely obscured my vision, and she and Zuo Chuan squeezed every inch of my skin with their bodies, and the soft body gathered together, like a large piece of fresh flesh full of vitality, temperature, and feminine body fragrance that was constantly wriggling. The touch of flesh and blood, every friction, every swallowing, made me deeply feel that I was wrapped in a "river". It invades me, gnaws at me, greedily thirsts for my body and soul, and squeezes every drop of my essence and blood to the ground. (To be continued.) )