Dimensional Eroders

Bailang's pistol was knocked down at this time, who knows where it fell? The body lay on the ground, every bone groaning.

Suddenly there was a small paper bag in his hand. It was folded into small squares with toilet paper, and the green 'Burning Blood-Crystal' was wrapped inside, which was the result of his labor last night. Without even thinking about it, I stuffed it into my mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

The saliva quickly wetted the paper bag, and then the astringent feeling spread in the throat and tongue. The original severe pain was instantly suppressed and replaced by a burning sensation, like an analgesic + stimulant.

His heart was beating violently, green energy drilled into blood vessels and began to spread, strange stripes spread from his chest, and new power emerged from his body.

[You took too much 'Burning Blood', strength +1.1 (temporary), stamina +1.2 (temporary), agility +0.5 (temporary), your spirit was eroded by unknown forces, you failed the judgment...]

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After the orc noticed the change in Bailang's body, he seemed to recognize his father and enemy, his expression became ferocious and hateful, his aura became more ferocious and violent, and he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Bailang's calf.

At this time, 'Brother Lang' was also in a state of madness, and he could no longer feel the pain. A brand-new power temporarily covered the original body, shielding the pain and damage transmitted by the brain, further squeezing his potential and health, and bringing unparalleled power (temporary).

He shrank his legs suddenly to avoid the orc's grasp, and then his body rolled into a circle, rolling and lying on the side of the orc.

Then Bailang kicked his legs on the ground, and flew towards the orc's arm from the side. Just as the Fallen jumped on a human from behind, he was also wrestling with this even larger orc.

At the same time, Brother Lang, whose brain was a bit corrupted, roared furiously: "May the evil energy be with me, you tribal pig, go to hell!"

The demonized orc swung his right arm, trying to shake off Bai Lang, and at the same time stretched out his left hand from his chest to grab his right leg, and with a firm grip, he tore off the little bug.

At this time, Bailang had infinite power, his waist turned vigorously, his body swayed flexibly, and he suddenly used joint skills to ride on the orc's shoulders, twisting his legs and locking its head and throat.

However, the orc grabbed back with his right hand, clasped Bailang's knee with five fingers, and then squeezed hard, only to hear the cracking sound of bones breaking.

Whoever breaks a man's knee will be broken forever.

Bailang screamed, with the same ferocious expression. At this time, there was an extra screwdriver in his hand. Without thinking about it, he clasped his hands together and raised it above his head. At this moment, the "crispy skin. A bit salty" of the sinking demon was fighting side by side with him. Brother Lang inherited the fine tradition passed down from generation to generation by the sinking demon clan, and stabbed himself in the crotch without hesitation!

Of course, there is also a huge orc head in front of his crotch, which acts as a defensive buffer.

The slender screwdriver was fast and ruthless. Before the orc could stop it, it instantly penetrated the eyes and pierced deep into the head, and then the "bleeding" effect was triggered. Under the special effect of the equipment, the blood flow continued

"Ho ho ho ho...!"

The orc roared in pain, one hand clenched Bailang's right leg, swayed from side to side, pulled him off from behind, and hit the ground crazily. Like the Hulk beating Loki, it was thrown back and forth repeatedly, the ground of the pharmacy trembled, and finally it was thrown out of the pharmacy as if venting.

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Brother Lang was like a cannonball, flying straight out of the broken window and smashing into the ruins across the road.

At this time, his face was already covered with blood, his internal organs were ruptured and bleeding, his bones were broken, his breath was unrestrained, his lower body even lost consciousness, and his eyes were about to lose their luster.

But sadly, the 'burning blood' in his body is still taking effect, constantly squeezing and overdrawing his vitality, and continuously transforming it into new power. Suppress his own pain, keep charging him, and let him recover his 'spirit' again.

However, with broken bones and torn muscles, he couldn't even get up, and could only be in a passive hanging state where he wanted to die but couldn't die, suffering in pain.

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The blade demons nearby saw Brother Lang lying motionless on the ground like a piece of garbage, and all screamed strangely. Frightened by the ferocious aura emanating from the orcs, they did not dare to approach, but they were even more reluctant to leave, vacillating and suffering unbearably.

The orc in the pharmacy grabbed the bleeding screwdriver with one hand and pulled it out. His blood soared in an instant, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

Those blade demons waited for a while, seeing that the orcs hadn't chased them out yet, and Bailang was still in a paralyzed state. I couldn't help being bold, and touched this side.

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Brother Lang had an ugly expression at this moment, and he had already felt the malice from these sharp blade demons. After waiting for so long, both parties finally suffered losses. Of course, they don't mind the fisherman's gain.

Fortunately, Langge's body continuously gushed out strength, allowing him to continue to recover, at least his right arm could barely move. 'Assassination of Flame' was blown away, where is it thrown? But in his storage space, there was still a pistol, which suddenly appeared in his hand.

The wrist turned and pressed against the temple with difficulty.

Brother Lang looked sideways, and saw a few sharp blade demons walking towards him cautiously with weapons in their hands, with a cunning gleam in their eyes.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Bailang's mouth: "Your father will always be your father!"

boom!

Crash, black screen, restart...

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In the vision of the Blade Demon, a large amount of black smoke floated from Bailang's father, wrapping him around.

[You experienced an ordinary death, IBM particles +4. 】

When he opened his eyes again, Bailang raised his hand suddenly, aiming the muzzle of the gun at the sharp blade demon who was holding a kitchen knife and was about to stab him in the heart.

Both sides froze at the same time, and the scene fell into embarrassment for a while, and then 'Bang! ’ sound. The blade demon's head exploded, bullets shot out from the back of his head, and then he fell backwards, fell down, and stood up.

There was a dead silence at the scene, and then the other 'sons' threw down their weapons and scattered in a crowd, trying to escape...

"Knowing my secret, you still want to escape?" Bailang was so energetic that he didn't even need to aim, so he shot directly. The three sharp blade demons fell to the ground one by one, and they were still crawling without being completely dead. Then they shot again, killing these traitors one by one.

I feel a small amount of good dogs in my heart! After returning to the camp this time, maybe we can try to tame the fallen demon?

...

At this moment, he turned his head and looked at the orc who was covering his right eye, blood juice continuously flowing from his fingers. After the other party heard the gunshot, he had already got up.

The two sides looked at each other, and the orc, with a look of hatred and hatred, limped towards Bailang, already in a state of serious injuries.

Brother Lang took out a toilet paper bag again, swallowed it, and soon his blood boiled. .

[You have been eroded by the 'burning blood', your strength is temporarily +1, your stamina +1, your agility +0.7... your spiritual will has been eroded, it has not been judged,...]

Putting all the reminders in his ear behind him, Bailang changed the magazine and put it in the space. His eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly grinned, roaring and sprinting towards the orc.

"Praise the evil energy!"

The opponent stood still and waved a punch tremblingly. But Bailang suddenly got short, rolled nimbly, and nimbly stood up on his knees from behind the orc's side, and then took out an extra pistol in his hand, and pressed it against its leg, bang bang bang! Three consecutive shots were fired, and the knee was pierced and exploded, leaving a big hole.

The demonized orc knelt down powerlessly, elbowed and smashed behind him with his backhand, and a strong wind rang out. Bailang's intuition was extremely keen, he took off with all his strength, leaped high, and while avoiding the back elbow, he then used his own weight to smash down with an elbow, hitting the top of the orc's head.

The orc's head was injured, and the violent vibration caused eye injuries. The pain spread, allowing it to dissipate the next wave of attacks.

Bailang seized the rhythm, stretched his arms to the sides of his body, and then opened his bow left and right, his fists hit the orc's left and right temples violently like cannonballs, continuously getting faster and faster.

The muscles in his arms were knotted, the blood in his body was boiling, and he felt the power released from his fists. As for the injury caused by the attack on the eyeball, the orc trembled in pain again.

At this moment, the pistol reappeared, pressed against the back of the demonized orc's head, and fired four shots in a row. Bailang retreated quickly, observing vigilantly.

The huge orc fell to the ground, twitching and trembling, and it took a long time to calm down...

"Huh... this feeling is really... wonderful!"

The effect of the medicine hadn't passed yet, after changing the magazines, Bailang walked into the pharmacy, picked up the dropped Flame Assassin and the magazines, pulled a chair and sat in the middle of the pharmacy to rest.

...

At this moment, his arms were trembling violently, and the muscles all over his body were bulging and exploding. The urge to fight had not subsided, and it was hitting his mind wave after wave, and he was on the verge of losing control.

He was worried about losing his sanity completely, and also worried about the period of weakness after the effect of the medicine. At the same time, he was also worried about whether there would be monsters following the sound to find him? So he decisively reversed the muzzle of the gun...

When he reappeared, Bailang's body had recovered to its best condition, and his clothes were in dilapidated condition. Although the spirit is 'full', the mind is exhausted.

[You experienced a death with a bad review, IBM Particle +1. 】

At this time, a light blue key was floating on the body of the demonized orc.

"This wave is not bad."