The translucent points of light are like moths to a fire, swimming and hovering in the open palms, attracted to begin to gather and materialize, and finally turn into a shining firearm.

Half an arm long, with a thin arm, the shape resembles the arquebus used in the Middle Ages, and Zhao Xi can even find thread-like objects made of the power of light at the end of the barrel, which are indistinguishable from the arquebus.

Appearance is an insignificant triviality, and the power it possesses, as well as the knowledge it brings, is what Zhao Xi values and urgently needs. Fingers bent to grasp the handle of the gun, and the young man immediately sat down cross-legged, digesting the skill he had just gained.

As a hero who has saved the world, the Warrior of Light specializes in a variety of weapons, and the various experiences accumulated over the years have also been gifted to Zhao Xi along with his strength. Every time a young man learns a new profession, the related skills will be unblocked, so that he can use them decently even if he is a beginner.

His head was as chaotic as paste, and the two sets of similar but very different skills, as well as the resulting fighting methods, clashed in the spiritual realm, causing Zhao Xi to have a splitting headache. Knowing very well that the situation was urgent, and the young man who had no time to study slowly, he swallowed the main points and immediately pulled his consciousness back to the level of reality.

As soon as he opened his eyelids, he saw Hannah being swallowed up by the shock wave of the explosion, and secretly stood up, Zhao Xi pointed his gun at the ruins where W was hiding, and used the skills he had just learned.

"Splitting bombs."

The white projectile burst out of the chamber and hit the gravel hill with precision, opening a hole in the middle of the latter. Sensing the pause in the Sakaz woman's offensive, Zhao Xi hurriedly rushed into the smoke and dragged the gray-clothed man, who was still on one knee and aimed, behind a piece of rubble.

"Those are the enemies, their attacks will be deadly, dodge, understand no!"

Shaking his body and shaking off the dust on his clothes, the traverser and Zhao Xi looked at each other for a few seconds, then raised their guns and aimed at a Sakaz soldier who was being slashed in the ribs by the frost leaves, and his movements were slow. As he pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the rifle erupted a red beam that pierced the enemy's heart.

Speechless as he did what he wanted, Zhao Xi set his eyes straight ahead, and the joy of learning a new profession diminished: the projectile formed by the power of light pierced the cover, but failed to hurt W, who had already transferred, and the woman with a hair like a cockroach stood up from not far away, and even had the strength to throw a wink at Zhao Xi, and then threw the explosives in her hand.

Not to be outdone, it was another splitting bomb, and seeing it die with the enemy's projectiles, Zhao Xi gave birth to some confidence. took the time to ask the two groups of people before and after, and learned that they were still holding their ground, and the young man continued to think about countermeasures while confronting W.

His current profession is called a mechanic, and he uses muskets as weapons, can manipulate floating turrets and other equipment, and uses special warheads to enhance firepower to kill targets at long range.

Both are long-range combat, but the Mechanic and the Bard are different: the latter has a strong ability to amplify teammates, and his moves are flexible and changeable, focusing on long-range sniping; The former focuses all his attention on lethality, making the range and rate of fire extremely impressive.

The same distance, the same consumption, the same effect, the culprit of this result is that the mechanic's tricks are seriously attenuated with distance, even if the power of the splitting bomb is comparable to concentrated shooting, as long as W is still hiding dozens of meters away, it is difficult for Zhao Xi to hurt the former even if he hits.

Do you want to switch back to the Bard? Another split bomb destroyed the explosives in the air, and Zhao Xi weighed it and vetoed the plan. At this moment, he can't get the support of Wendy's wind element, and the war song he has mastered can't stop W from running around, if he continues to find cover for each other, you bomb me and I fight each other, Zhao Xi will still fall into the wind and lose.

If you want to take down this guy and create a chance for the team to retreat, there is only one way left. Finding the combination he could currently use in the mechanic's skills, Zhao Xi injected light power into the weapon and quickly made up his mind.

"Hannah, I need your help."

Aim, shoot, wait for the muzzle to cool, select the target, repeat the above steps, the traverser is like a precision machine, every movement is clean and neat, every shot hits the vital point, and even the interval between shots is exactly the same.

In addition to superb archery, the contempt for death of the person involved is also impressive. In order to improve the accuracy of her hits, Hannah often stood in the open area, completely ignoring the crossbow arrows and explosives flying towards her, and thanks to the superior defense of her seemingly ordinary leather jacket, he did not die from all sorts of deadly things thrown by the Sakaz soldiers.

Unhurriedly giving a shot to an injured unlucky guy, the man in gray looked at Zhao Xi and asked silently. With a self-deprecating laugh, Zhao Xi destroyed another dropped bomb, and then revealed his plan:

Hannah provides support to distract W, while Zhao Xi waits for the opportunity to charge, approaching the distance where the mechanic's skills will not decay, and defeating him with combos.

Afraid of the snow monster that may appear at any time, Zhao Xi, who planned to fight quickly, moved his limbs to prepare for the next sprint. "Whatever you do, just hold her back for a few seconds, and I'll be able to take care of the rest. In short, safety for...!? ”

Before he could finish speaking, the man in gray had already rushed out with a whoosh, leaving someone standing in place dumbfounded.

Is it necessary to be in such a hurry, it is the same as grabbing a seat in an Internet café, complaining about Hannah's performance in his heart, Zhao Xi can't stand by and watch, so he has to charge hard.

With a little surprise in his eyes, W immediately pulled out an explosive object and sneered and tore off the surface tape. It was clear that this was a signal that the other party was about to detonate the bomb, Zhao Xiyun galloped with all his strength on the soles of his feet, but saw that the gray-clothed man in front of him still did not slow down, and he also picked up the rifle in his hand, and the bayonet hanging from the head of the gun was shining.

Let you help you talk about shooting, not fighting bayonets, all kinds of unhappiness are intertwined like spider webs, and finally the reason in Zhao Xi's mind is broken, driving him to transform into another face. "Heheheha

Tearing off the breathing apparatus from his mouth, the young man first gave a thumbs up to the back of the man in gray, then stopped and shot the bomb dropped at the latter. "Have fun, mother cockroach, it's our turn!"

Her cheeks were bright red as blood, and the Sakaz woman didn't care about Hannah who was getting closer and closer, and stretched out her hand to Zhao Xi who was in front of her with excitement. "That's right, that's right, you really don't have amnesia, this is the real you."

The tone was flattering, as if a woman reading some bad publication turned sideways to avoid a bayonet stuck in her chest. "It's really incomprehensible." W, who landed in another bunker, snapped his fingers, and several strong-bodied Sakaz soldiers soon appeared not far away. "My dear and I are going to have fun, don't interfere."

"As for the little man in the mask and the others... At your disposal. ”