Black sails

Chapter 511 CXLV. Mount and Blade

The light and shadow were strong under the sun, and when Micah appeared, the target was too obvious.

He was surrounded by people, in the direction where he jumped down.

Three Arran standard rifles were already aimed at him, and the soldiers held the triggers, the muzzles spewed deadly flames, and the ammunition poured out.

Any flesh and blood that tried to pass through this storm of bullets would be sieved into the scum below.

But the dark magic scripture spell on Micah's body was like a ghost, separating from the surface of the body and spiraling all over the body. The black steel hexagonal prism wrapped him like a hemp rope.

The rain of bullets shot on it, leaving only a shallow mark that could not be any shallower, except for sparks, but this was the iron element composed of annihilation energy.

As long as Micah exerted force, it could be completely regenerated.

The spell ritual of the dark magic scripture connected to the annihilation field and had inexhaustible energy.

But...

Adding aerospace fuel to a car engine will overload the engine cylinder and cause it to burn and explode.

Micah's nose was bleeding black blood and his lips were pale. He had been walking in the wilderness for so long and had been eating nothing but nutritious food, so his physical strength had long been seriously insufficient.

We had to fight quickly.

"What the hell are you?"

The leading soldier captain quickly loaded the magazine, but it was too late.

Micah had already landed on the ground, and the steel hexagonal prism scattered brackets were inserted into the ground. It was no problem to jump from a height of more than ten meters. The brackets instantly bounced back into the spell and landed steadily on the ground.

Using the method used on Carrie three days ago, he slapped his hands on the ground, and the spells crawled quickly like a snake tide, surging into steel spikes.

Piercing through the chests and abdomens of the three soldiers, they were lifted up in the air. They vomited blood from their mouths and were still struggling, but the more they fluttered, the bigger the wounds became, and they were completely dead.

The remaining four army soldiers continued to fire at Micah from the side of the wind-eroded rock shelter.

A hexagonal column wider than Micah's shoulder rose from the ground, blocking the torrent of bullets. The spreading spell snake tide quickly reached the feet of the four people, wrapping them up completely like a knife on the prison wall, like crushing a baby bird in the palm of your hand, squeezing a tomato and bursting, like a balloon filled with red ink.

So far.

Eight army soldiers were completely wiped out.

Those weirdly wriggling runes shrank back, and the strange thing was that they flashed a ghostly white light, as if they had taken something from those corpses.

"Awesome...husband..."

Carrie panted in the spell cage. This demon had never worn clothes since he met her.

Now that the battle was settled, he completely relaxed and thought of the naked succubus in the evil dungeon.

Micah was also a little tempted.

He was a pile-driving saint, and he needed to clear his physical strength every day. His physical strength had already overflowed in the past three days.

Wait!

Micah found the blind spot. He had an impulse just now, but this tattoo did not torture himself.

Is it because these spells are in a weakened state?

No, not really. I am still bleeding from my nose, and I feel weak all over.

According to Carrie, spells are just ritual props, connected to the annihilation realm, and it is impossible for them to be weak.

What does that mean?

Is it because of a battle? I killed eight people... Kalilabos is a happy demon god, and the ecstasy of killing and destruction is also part of the sacrifice.

As a living sacrifice, Micah must continue to offer sacrifices in order to...

The big stick has been given, and it turns out that the sweet date is here.

He understood everything, the demon god, is really great.

Just as he was thinking wildly.

Bang!

A middle-aged male geologist took a revolver and fired a shot at Micah. He was shaking all over, trembling, and shaking so much that his bones were about to fall apart.

He was not a professional fighter, and his accuracy was very poor at a distance of dozens of meters.

But it also accidentally passed through Micah, cutting off a few strands of hair, and the auricle was cut open with a bloody line.

Micah was not going to kill these people, soldiers and scholars are different, but since he fired the gun, he should be prepared to die.

But using these spell tattoos will consume a huge amount of physical energy.

Micah quickly picked up the burst rifle used by the soldier captain on the ground.

The East China Sea pirates and geologists are not at the same level of firearms proficiency. Pulling the trigger, three rounds of casual bursts, two shots to the torso and one shot to the head, even the gods can't save him.

He was shot in the head immediately, and the knowledge he learned for decades was all scattered on the ground, in the form of brains, forever swimming in the ocean of mineral knowledge.

The remaining three academic staff were even more stress-stiff, and they dared not move at all.

Micah picked up another new type of firearm from the ground and took it back to Finn for a thorough study.

He carried a sword on his back and another in his hand, and came to the rock shelter where the remaining three scholars were hiding, squatted down, and looked down at them.

And these three people just wanted to spare their lives, and the excuse was very simple. They were just following orders, and they had never participated in the war. They only did geological surveys, and all this had nothing to do with them.

They thought Micah was a Mulon resistance soldier.

"I want the three of you to stay here honestly, and also help me keep watch. Once you leave three meters away, I will kill you."

Micah saw the camp they had set up, and he had a pillow just when he was sleepy, but Micah didn't have the habit of doing it in public.

They really knew how to enjoy themselves. Coffee was brewed in the tent in the camp, and the coffee beans used were of good quality, and the fragrance had already drifted over.

The three people nodded like chickens pecking at rice, and no one dared to run away, for fear of angering this monster with tattoos on his face.

And Micah, to verify his previous thoughts, human life is a sacrifice, and after offering the sacrifice, he can be a living sacrifice to perform as a living sacrifice.

Go directly into the tent and finish the coffee brewed by these scholars in one gulp.

Cold knowledge, coffee can speed up blood circulation. If there is no blue tablet, it can be regarded as golden resin for continuous combat, which can enchant weapons.

Micah released Carrie, and he must start League of Legends immediately.

And Carrie, as a hybrid of a nightmare and a succubus, is very addicted to the Internet and can play ranked games all the time.

Let Carrie use Tam's Q to hit the Ice Crystal Phoenix first, while Micah's physical strength overflows, and his talent is a bush of blades.

Sure enough, Micah's thoughts were verified. After offering a soul sacrifice to Kalilabos, the tattoo will not burn himself. What Micah is doing now is also a living sacrifice.

And I should have killed eight people just now, super god, right?

Carrie came to the Western Continent nine hundred years ago, so naturally she didn't bring the Edge of Night.

In order to accumulate advantages in the later stages, Carrie's talent this time was Grasp of the Undying, and the passive of the hero chosen by Micah was also quickly cured.

AD Micah is a very alternative way of playing, but with the W skill Savage Strike, and the talent of Deadly Tempo, it can also deal good damage.

After two games, Micah has mastered the true meaning of runes, Ryze, generally known as Little Micah.

However, the hero played by Carrie this time was Widowmaker, and her playing style was also very alternative. She stacked up Heart of Steel for an unknown number of times, and she was a meaty one.

Micah chose several ADCs, but the output was not enough. Several times when he was on the line, he could only press the recall key to temporarily avoid the edge.

In broad daylight, inside the tent.

The three scholars who were left alive outside were in a very complicated mood, fearful, and weird. This man was a pure psychopath. He had just killed someone, but he actually...

It was too weird. The Yellow and Black King who controlled good luck was not half as mysterious as this scene.

And where did that female voice come from!

Two hours later.

Micah walked out of the tent, extremely weak, but the tattoo spell also gave him wonderful power, eight times.

As expected.

After eight times, when Micah saw the beautiful female scholar, the ninth time was impossible. Not to mention that he was extremely weak, when he had the idea, the tattoo had already begun to burn himself.

"It's just fucking..."

Micah didn't know how to describe his extremely wonderful feeling now.

If Master Archer's life was just killing, sleeping, cooking and drinking, it could be summarized in four words.

The rest of his life can be summarized in only two words.

That is...

Mount and Blade.