HP Approaches the Magical World

"Can you do it this way? I always feel that 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 lower than the two of us, so there should be no problem in controlling them, as long as no one else disturbs them."

"I've placed defensive magic around,"

Seshali looked around and said: "In any case, it is absolutely right to hurry up. In case someone comes, the faster we move, the higher the success rate of success will be. When the time comes, our The strength can definitely be greatly enhanced.”

Jon nodded and said, "Don't worry, take the time to find these people's spiritual loopholes, and then give them hints, and I will help you guard them."

Jon has now expanded his force field to a certain extent, and there is also a small force field embedded in it to protect the existence of himself and Seshali, and the large force field is used by him to build the present, trapped The illusion of the three Orientals.

It's just that although the illusion was created, he couldn't see the actions of those people inside.

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

Sometimes the things in this world are so wonderful, what to be afraid of will come.

Just when Seshali started to enter the spiritual world of one of them, Jon suddenly noticed that several people were walking towards this side from not far away.

"Can you get them out of here?

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

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

"You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't bother me."

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

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

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

And the most important thing is that this illusion is constructed in a state of half-truth and half-false. All the things about the buildings and the environment they saw are real, only the people are different.

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

Of course, the picture of the monster was fabricated by Jon. In Jon's mind, there were not many other things, but there were many appearances of these monsters.

At this moment the shooter was groping.

The sniper rifle in his hand has few bullets in it. It was prepared when he came here, but he lost some when he entered the country, and he also lost some when he entered this world. I used some more from time to time.

So in the end, there are only five bullets left, and the sniper rifle cannot be filled with too many bullets, so the bullets inside are very precious.

If he is lucky enough,

He should be able to find new handy weapons here, but it seems that his luck is not particularly good now.

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

The possibility of hot weapons like firearms appearing here is extremely small.

"This person...couldn't it be possible that he doesn't even know how to copy the spell?"

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

Listening to the 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 choice.

Jon turned his mind, and the force field fluctuated slightly, transmitting his magical power not far from the gunner.

With the sniper rifle in the gunman's hand as a template, it is much less difficult to copy. Jon used magic to quickly create many similar firearms and bullets, and then picked the one he was most satisfied with and kept it. The next ones are broken up again, so that they can be restored to magical elements.

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

He has forgotten.

It seems to be something that 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 has no smelting technology, so he can only use the duplication spell to make such a weapon. If it is outside, there are alchemy materials, he may be able to rely on it The sample painting gourd produced 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 a brand new firearm placed on the table, with very gorgeous patterns engraved on it.

He hurried over and held the firearm in his hand, the magazine inside happened to be full, ten bullets.

Far better than the sniper rifle he just used.

But before he could cheer up, there were hurried footsteps behind him.

There is also a sharp breaking wind.

There are enemies.

Before the shooter even had time to raise the gun and pull the trigger, the enemy behind him had already approached him. He subconsciously leaned on the gun and punched back.

The fist infused with magic power is actually not small.

"Is it true that I am a gunner without any common sense in close combat? I was a fighter before."

He muttered, walked to the side of the man with the gun in his hand, just about to raise the muzzle of the gun to shoot the man, but hesitated for a while.

There are only a few bullets in total, and it is really not appropriate to waste them here.

Fortunately.

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

With a sinister smile on his face, he raised the body of the gun and swung it down fiercely.

As if smashing a persimmon, bright red color mixed with white brains shot out, splashing all over the ground.

"Disgusting."

Jon, who was disgusted by this picture, adjusted his perspective slightly to the back. Although the picture transmitted by the waterline is not clear, such a large amount of visual pollution really makes people look uncomfortable.

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

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