In the face of the bullets, Triss opened her arms and made a hugging gesture, chanting a spell in her mouth.

The frost condensed all around, and a wall of ice quickly formed in front of her, and the demon hunting bullets sparked on the hard ice wall, causing only a few cracks.

Even in the "machine" state, Ademisol inevitably has a sense of powerlessness at the moment.

He decisively gave up continuing the attack, and without hesitation changed direction and continued to escape.

You can't beat it from a distance, and it's enough to choke in close combat.

Obviously there was only one sequence missing, but Triss crushed him in all directions.

It may also be because his own path was too wasteful in the early stage.

I didn't think about it before, I should let Uajit take the path of a witch, and he can fight, speak softly, and earn blood.

He complained silently, alleviating his previous feeling of powerlessness.

"It's not good for you to do this, and you should be punished."

Triss's seductive voice sounded again, and then she stopped her pursuit, silently reciting the incantation, mixing her spirits, her eyes darkened, and the ice spear quickly took shape in her hand.

Sou!

A piercing sound of breaking the air sounded from behind Ademisor, who relied on the inspiration warning to dodge immediately.

The ice spear that exuded a chill grazed Ademisor's face, cutting a shallow wound that instantly pierced the wall on the side, causing a crash.

Under the cover of the smoke, Ademisor's body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and abruptly reversed direction and burrowed into an alley.

The policy has taken effect.

He suddenly noticed that Triss was missing from his back, and he seemed to have temporarily shaken off her tracking.

The moment he was relieved, his inspiration suddenly burst out with a fierce warning, and Ademisor subconsciously flew to dodge.

In the next second, a black flame burned where he had been standing.

Triss broke out of invisibility, and her figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley not far away, as if she had stepped out of the void.

She showed a regretful expression: "It's a pity that it's just a little bit, are you very inspired?" ”

Ademisor's face was indifferent, and he secretly cursed the sequence of "witch" in his heart as a foul.

It's obviously just a sequence 7, but it can be ranged and melee, stealth and curse.

Sure enough, the more you lose, the more you get, and the power brought by changing genders is incomprehensible.

"Yes." Ademisor's mind raced, and he didn't try to run away again, answering the other party's question out loud.

There's a look of surprise on Triss's face, "You're willing to talk to me?" ”

"What do you want to talk about?" Ademisor asked in a calm tone, as he shifted his body unnoticed, turning himself to his side.

"We can talk about that afternoon, but you don't seem surprised that I've become like this, are you? Do you know us well? Triss's eyes narrowed slightly, and she smiled sweetly.

Ademisor lowered his head and didn't answer the question, he took a deep breath, like a raging beast, his right leg slammed into force, and quickly rushed towards Triss not far away.

Triss pursed the corners of her mouth disdainfully, quickly dodging Ademisor's fist, and said in a mocking tone:

"That's what you do, you should know that my Sequence 9 is an 'assassin', do you really think you can sneak up on me?"

She quickly clenched her palms, chanting incantations in her mouth, and the next moment, Ademisor's right arm suddenly shrugged down, and the whole arm became soft and boneless, as if it were made of rubber.

Ademisor's head was instantly covered with cold sweat, and the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he quickly pulled back, his boneless arm shaking with the swaying of his body.

Triss opened her clenched slender hand, and a few red dots quickly emitted black smoke and dissipated invisibly, and she smiled like a child:

"It's called Bone Extraction, it borrowed your blood from the ice gun, it's just a small curse, you should feel honored to be my first curse object."

"It's painful, why don't you show the pain of pulling out the bones of your whole arm?"

Her tone grew brisker, adding:

"Remember this little lesson and don't make such dangerous attempts again."

As soon as the words fell, Ademisor leaned forward again with a cold face and swung his left fist.

It's stupid.

Tris sneered inwardly, ready to finish the game, which was starting to get boring.

She dodged Ademisor's fist sideways, and the ice spear in her right hand quickly condensed.

At this moment, Ademisor's eyes turned silver, mysterious symbols flashed continuously, and he twisted sideways, and his right arm, which was affected by the force of inertia, flung forward.

An extra revolver appeared on the palm of the hand, which was originally empty.

When! Triss's eyes were slightly condensed, and she only had time to turn sideways slightly.

Bang.

The revolver was fired, and the silver Witcher bullet struck Triss in the chest with precision.

Thankfully, she leaned sideways and narrowly avoided being hit in the heart.

A miserable cry rang out, and Triss's figure disappeared like a popped bubble in an instant, turning into invisibility.

Ademisor kept his "Computing Power" on, and quickly pulled the spell out of his pocket with his left hand.

"Storm!" The familiar Hermes voice rang out, and he tossed the glowing spell that had activated.

Dense lightning bolts appear out of thin air, forcing Triss out of invisibility.

The furious silver-white electric snake danced wildly, hitting Triss's slender body and erupting into screams.

Ademisor's right arm was completely red with blood, and he had just relied on the ability of the "machine" to control the muscles in his arm to stretch as much as possible to tear and strain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to flick his longer arms back, he avoided Triss's gaze and quietly took out the revolver from the pouch under his armpit on the other side, and finally turned the defeat into victory.

Thanks to the perverted precise control of the "machine", even if it loses the support of the bones, it can still control the movement of the muscles.

In this way, his sequence didn't seem to be so wasteful, but he immediately thought that the main reason for the successful counter-kill this time was that Triss had just finished being promoted, and Mrs. Sharon had not prepared her wand and mirror for her, otherwise she only needed a "stand-in technique", and her killing moves would be useless.

It still seems to be a waste, and he can't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Soon, the spirituality in the storm spell was exhausted, and the lightning vanished.

Triss's long dress turned into strips of rag, her fair skin turned black and scorched, and she fell to the ground motionless like a worn-out doll.

He wanted to go up and shoot again, but Ademisor's inspiration reminded him to run away.

Choosing to believe the warning of inspiration, his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.

A moment later, the figure of Mrs. Sharon appeared at the entrance of the alley, and she looked at Triss who had fallen to the ground motionless, her brow furrowed.

Walking a few quick steps to Triss's side, Lady Sharon took a medicine bottle from her bosom and poured it into her mouth.

The blood from Triss's wound quickly coagulated, and her weak breathing began to steady.

"It's stupid." Madame Sharon chuckled softly, reached out and pulled down the dark black veil, took Triss in her hand, who was still unconscious, and chased her in the direction of Ademisor's escape.