40,000 Years of Cultivation

Lu Qingchen's words, coupled with his half-mysterious and half-squirrel-eyed ugly child appearance, are not so much a demon, but more like an abettor.

Gus stepped back subconsciously, carefully observing the weapon that the demon had transformed.

I have to say that he has never seen such a weird thing.

You know, even the mechanical and steam weapons considered taboo by the Fist Temple, the principle is quite simple and clear, and you can see it at a glance.

For example, crossbow arrows or even chain crossbow arrows, no matter how sophisticated the structure, how complicated the gears, ratchets and transmission structure inside, as long as detailed dismantling and research, normal people can understand that it is nothing but force deformation, accumulation and transmission.

But these demons have different weapons.

Gus did not see half of the gears on these weapons, nor did he see half of the pipeline, not even the most critical steam **** and pressurized chambers.

This is definitely not the style of "mechanical demon" and "steam demon", but some kind of force that is more advanced, stronger, and more evil than the power of machinery and steam.

Reminiscent of from the beginning, Lu Qingchen said that he was not a steam demon.

So, what kind of demon is it from the layer of hell?

Gus shuddered deeply.

This is the end of the matter, no matter where the other party is, it is impossible to look back.

Glancing at the elder sister who was lying next to him, the young man bit the tip of his tongue violently to make himself sober and calm. He panted and said, "But, I don't know how to use a devil's weapon."

"It doesn't matter, I have downloaded a dumb tutorial, now write it in your soul, come."

Lu Qingchen greeted the young man with a smile, and stretched out a thin and long finger, which suddenly pierced Gus's eyebrows.

Gus felt a pain in his eyebrows before he could dodge.

His eyes were round, and the real world in front of him suddenly shattered. He seemed to have fallen into the abyss again. No, it was **** under the abyss, surrounded by mottled light and shadow fragments, accompanied by bursts of ghosts and wolves howling and the howling of the wind, and finally "chickles" "The reorganization became a whole new world.

"This is where?"

Gus looked around in confusion.

This is a gray steel building, and the empty dome echoes with deafening explosions, like uninterrupted thunder.

In front of him is a long, narrow and straight passage, with a target at the end of the passage-Gus can only use bows and arrows because of his weak body. He is very familiar with the structure and furnishings of the archery range, and here is like an upgraded version. Large archery range.

It's just that what was placed in front of him were not bows and arrows, but those chilling, demonic weapons.

"10345, what are you still doing there, can't you even raise the gun?"

There was a thunder explosion in Gus's ear, and his neck shrank suddenly. When he looked back, he saw the instructor whose gorilla was also thunderous.

Wait, what is an "instructor"? Why did I know that he was an "instructor" when I saw this brawny man in a strange camouflage uniform, and wait, what is a "camouflage uniform"?

Gus discovered that with these two brand-new concepts emerging in his mind, more unfamiliar information flooded into his mind.

This is a shooting range. This is the standard "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle of the Federal Orbital Commando. It uses a special 5.5 mm caliber ice and fire compression bomb. Each bullet contains an ice system and a flame. The talisman array, the moment it hits the target, it first reduces the temperature around the target to below zero in an instant, and then burns it with magma-like heat. This method breaks the target’s molecular structure and achieves the anti-device effect, which is enough to deal with the truth. The light tanks and armored personnel carriers of the human empire and the Covenant Alliance, etc., etc., etc., what is all this!

Gus found that as more and more inexplicable information poured into his mind, he was uncontrollable, and he raised the "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle in front of him in a vague way.

Then, "Da da da da", he fired at a distant target.

The ice and fire assault shells roared out, the strong recoil made his shoulder hurt, but as the pain swept through the body like a tide, the strange sense of familiarity also passed from the fingertips to the shoulders, and from the shoulders to the eyes.

The hands, shoulders, and eyes are perfectly coordinated, the trajectory is stable and precise, and no half of the bullet deviates from the target.

It's strange that this is the first time the young man has come into contact with the "Thunder-3" assault rifle, but he seems to have been sleeping with this weapon since he was born. Familiar with it is better than familiar with his own babble.

boom!

Boom boom boom boom!

In the depths of Gus's pupils, two **** appeared, no, they were countless fireballs mixed with frost.

Demon weapon, terrible.

The teenager was excited and enthusiastic.

But in the next second, the surrounding shooting range was shattered again, and his soul plunged deeper into hell, falling onto a muddy and **** battlefield.

"Come on, the elites of the empire--"

Gus heard a roar that was more ferocious than the gorilla instructor just now, "Kill these Federation people!"

When he looked back, Gus saw a black three-star Blitz flag burning in the gale.

He found that what he was holding in his hand was no longer the "Thunder-3" assault rifle of the Star Federation.

It has become a triple-mounted heavy Vulcan cannon of the "Kuroshio Legion", the elite special team of the real human empire.

Similarly, at the moment the finger touched this black-and-black killing artifact, the parameters, use methods and even some mottled use screens of this weapon were all imprinted on Gus's soul.

Gus was in a daze, his expression gradually becoming as hideous as the immortal cultivators around him.

Carrying the Vulcan cannon, he aimed at a slowly approaching Federal armored vehicle, shot out three full bullet chains, and directly blasted the armored vehicle into the sky.

The moment the armored vehicle went to the sky, the picture changed again.

That's right, this time Gus became a soldier of the Covenant Alliance, carrying the "Shenzhen-7" rocket launching nest on his shoulders, against the coalition forces of the Federation and the Empire.

This time there were no gorilla instructors or hideous commanders.

The battle of the Saint League has always been quiet.

Just like a real machine, unless something breaks down, it reaps life without a word.

In the quiet harvest, Gus also quickly mastered the use of the "Shenzhen-7" rocket launching nest and became a master.

As a result, a ball of fire exploded fiercely in front of his eyes, blasting all the illusions to pieces. Gus was surrounded by thousands of burning butterflies and returned to the real world, on the cliffs where the mountain wind raged.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

The teenager shuddered, sweating all over, unable to be alone.

He seemed to have spent a long, long time in the illusion of hell, but judging from the torch slowly approaching in the mist, time only passed for a moment.

When he looked at the three weapons in front of him, the look of the junk boy had changed his eyes.

It's like looking at the former lover so familiar and eager.