HP Approaches the Magic World

"Is your method okay? I always feel like it's not very safe."

"Don't worry, although I haven't used it for a long time, I feel that the abilities of those guys are not particularly outstanding, at least below the two of us, so it should be no problem to control them, as long as no one else disturbs them."

"I have placed defensive magic around,"

Seshatri looked around and said: "Anyway, it's absolutely right to seize the time. If someone comes, the faster we move, the higher the success rate will be. By then, one will have to lose the other, and our

The strength can definitely be greatly enhanced.”

Jon nodded and said: "Don't worry, seize the time to find these people's mental loopholes, and then plant hints for them. I will help you guard it."

Jon has now expanded his force field to a certain extent, and there is also a small force field embedded in it to protect himself and Seshatri. The large force field is used by him to build the present and trap him.

The fantasy of those three Orientals.

However, although the illusion was created, he could not see the actions of those people inside.

Moreover, he has separated the three people, and now he is waiting for Seshatri to defeat these people one by one. If someone comes along the way, it will not be a good thing.

Sometimes things in this world are so wonderful, whatever you are afraid of will come to you.

Just when Seshatri started to enter the spiritual world of one of them, Jon suddenly discovered that several people were walking towards this direction from a short distance away.

"Can you get them out of the way?

I have just begun to enter this poet's spiritual world. If I retreat now, I am afraid that his spirit will be broken up by me."

"I'll try to move them to other places. It seems that the shooter should be good. He is in the best condition among these people, and I feel that his strength should also be the strongest."

"Whatever you do is up to you, just don't disturb me first."

Jon nodded, detected his energy, and then modified the path.

Those who came in later did not realize that they had entered an illusion at all.

It's normal to say that Jon's illusion is rooted in the spiritual world. As long as these people step into this building, they will soon be dragged into the spiritual illusion by him.

And the most important thing is that this illusion is constructed in a half-truth and half-false state. Everything they see about the architecture and environment is real, only the people are different.

What the gunman saw was not real humans, but monsters living here.

Of course, the pictures of the monsters were fictionalized by Jon. In Jon's mind, there was not much else but the appearance of these monsters.

At this moment the gunman was groping.

There were few bullets left in the sniper rifle in his hand. He had prepared it when he came here, but he lost some when he entered the country. Secondly, he also lost some when he entered this world. He had killed people before.

I used some again.

So in the end, there were only five bullets left. The sniper rifle couldn't hold too many bullets, so the bullets inside were very precious.

If he is lucky enough, he should be able to find a new weapon here, but it seems that his luck is not particularly good now.

Although this space looks like a modern city with high-rise buildings and is even more developed than most countries in the world, the internal structure inside is still very ancient.

The possibility of thermal weapons like firearms appearing here is really slim.

"Is it possible that this person...can't even cast a copying spell?"

The bullets of thermal weapons are just a kind of substance in the world, and the things imitated by magic elements are much stronger than this kind of substance.

Listening to this man's muttering, Jon felt that he might have made a mistake in his judgment.

No matter how you look at it, this three-person team is not particularly strong.

But if they are too strong, they are not a good candidate.

Jon's mind changed, and the force field fluctuated slightly, transmitting his magical power not far away from the gunman.

With the sniper rifle in the gunman's hand as a template, it was much easier to copy. Jon used magic to quickly create many similar firearms and bullets, then picked the one he was most satisfied with and kept it.

Then break them up again to restore them to magical elements.

When did the design concept of the magic gun appear in his mind?

He has forgotten.

It seems to be something I came up with when I was talking about thermal weapons with Helga in the Fairy Castle.

As for whether it can be used, to be honest, there are no particularly good magic materials now, and he does not have the smelting technology. He can only use the copy spell to make such a weapon. If there are alchemy materials outside, he might be able to rely on it.

Xian Hua Hulu made a relatively advanced magic gun, but now the copied version can be used.

So the next moment when the gunman turned a corner, he saw brand-new firearms placed on the table, with very gorgeous patterns engraved on them.

He quickly ran over and held the gun in his hand. The magazine was full of ten bullets.

Far better than the sniper rifle he just used.

But before he could get happy, there were rapid footsteps behind him.

There was also a sharp sound of breaking wind.

There are enemies.

The gunman didn't even have time to raise his gun and pull the trigger. The enemy behind him had already approached him. He subconsciously held the gun and punched back.

The power of the fist infused with magic power is actually not small.

"Do you really think that I am a gunman without any knowledge of close combat? I have been a soldier before."

He muttered, walked up to the man with the gun in hand, and was about to raise the muzzle of the gun and shoot the man to death, but hesitated.

There are only so many bullets in total, so it's not appropriate to waste them here.

Fortunately.

The length of the sniper rifle is also the same when used as a stick.

A sinister smile appeared on his face, he raised the gun and swung it fiercely.

Just like smashing a persimmon, bright red mixed with white brains burst out and splashed all over the floor.

"Disgusting."

Jon, who was disgusted by this picture, adjusted the angle of view slightly to the back. Although the picture conveyed by using water lines was not clear, such a large amount of visual pollution really made people look uncomfortable.

"So why do they have to go separately? These people don't have any good habits. If they go together, how could this happen?"