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Bang bang bang——

Istvan continuously pulled the trigger, and red bullets containing the heat of casting roared out of the barrel of the gun.

He originally aimed at the opponent's heart, but under the influence of the buzzing in his head, his arms couldn't help but tremble and he missed the target.

The first shot had already deflected and only hit the opponent's abdomen.

The second shot missed his shoulder, and the third shot flew to nowhere.

The moment the red-hot warhead penetrated the hotel housekeeper's skin, the metal, which had been dented by the force, exploded, as if it contained a tiny amount of explosives.

The broken metal residues burst out and spattered under the influence of the heat of casting, rolling continuously in Farris' flesh and blood, like a naughty child diving into a crop field, trampling around and leaving dent marks.

But although the broken metal was sharp, its strength was dispersed a lot. Before it could go deeper, it was already stuck by the strong muscles.

Then, under the power of the moth's abandonment, these metal fragments, which were only slightly larger than gravel, gradually returned along the way they came from under the strange wriggling of the muscle fibers, and were all excreted out of the body - slowly flowing out. The blood was also stained with a golden color.

Faris didn't take it seriously when faced with the shooting from the cast boy. As long as the other party didn't take out the hot and violent explosive tube, he could completely ignore the minor injuries with his strong body.

The flesh and blood from the scars of the two bullet holes that had just been endured were already dancing wildly, and the pink granules extended out and entangled together, bringing the open wounds together again, condensing into a pink patch-like skin.

Faris looked at the cast-faced boy in front of him with a slightly joking look, slowly stretched out his skinny arms, which were losing scorched black scars, revealing pink and wrinkled skin, and grabbed the other man's head.

His movements were slightly gentle and slow, as if he wanted to see what new tricks the other party could use, so that he could appreciate the development of the outside world in the past twenty years.

Facing such a slow offensive, Istvan was unable to dodge or dodge! He was like a dull scarecrow, frozen in place and unable to move!

The surface of his eyes has been stained with a ray of gray, and there is already a buzzing in his head that can shock his soul. His thinking seems to be rising and falling. In short, he has lost contact with the skin... It's like The body abandons thought, just like matter abandons spirit.

Some kind of more powerful resonance usurped Istvan's ability to control his life. He could only huddle in the bright house in the depths of his consciousness in despair, watching the sharp dagger gradually move towards his body. With his forehead close... he could already feel the coldness at the tip of the dagger piercing his skin!

Just as Istvan's soul was wailing miserably, a sharp whistle pierced the air and suddenly struck through the wind and snow.

And even faster and more violent than this weird screaming sound was that strange-shaped hexagonal prism bullet!

The warhead was packed with sharp power that ordinary weapons should not have, and came across a distance of hundreds of yards. The trajectory was obviously disturbed by the violent wind and snow and swayed slightly, but it was still able to accurately hit Farris's chest!

A blood flower bloomed on the chest of the hotel housekeeper, but unfortunately it was stuck between the ribs. Even though the warhead contained the sharp power of a blade, this power was too weak and too inferior. , even with all one's strength, it is difficult to penetrate the target's hard bones.

But Faris still took half a step back under the influence of this gun, and the influence of the moth he was continuously outputting also stagnated slightly.

István seemed to be able to take this opportunity to break through the buzzing that made his soul vibrate violently. However, when he knelt down in the house deep in his consciousness, he meditated on the fiery flame and silently recited the words that were enough to give the spirit of transformation. sexual vocabulary.

He tried to use fervent prayers to re-activate the soul cast to spurt upward heat and break through the terrible influence of the moth.

The buzzing in his skull seems to have really calmed down, and Istvan's soul seems to have gradually stabilized. The frequencies of his soul body and life body have gradually become consistent. It seems that he will be able to regain control of his body. .

However, the terrifying hotel housekeeper just stared at the next moment. Istvan, who was unable to control himself due to the stiffness of his body, inevitably looked directly into the other person's deep eyes.

His mind once again saw the chaotic and dangerous deformed moth lurking in the dark depths of the opponent's eyes. The opponent was slowly flapping its wings, and when its scales stretched out, they spread out tiny bits of scales like stars.

Under the wings of the Dark Moth, the star-like scales seemed to have life and activity, swarming towards Istvan, pouring directly into his mind and completely submerging his consciousness.

This man, who was as strong as a brown bear, could no longer bear the whispers and buzzing in his head. He clenched his fist and hit his head again and again. The collision between his fist and his skull failed. It made a sound like the collision of metal.

Istvan could no longer suppress the heterogeneous desires that surged in his heart. He cried, wailed, laughed wildly, and babbled. Clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, mixed with turbid saliva, and dripped down his broad chin. On the snow, ice beads quickly condensed.

Immediately afterwards, strands of hair stuck to blood and scalp also fell on the snow, followed by layers of dark and thick coverings of skin, and then——

There was another hiss, and another strange hexagonal prism bullet broke through the layers of wind and snow and struck.

But this time Faris was already on guard. He swayed slightly and the bullet just passed by his shoulder. There was only a trace of blood on his shoulder that was deep enough to see the bones, but the flesh and blood on both sides was already squirming and intertwined at a rapid speed.

Farris looked up at the sniper's position, but even with the keen vision given by moths that surpassed ordinary people, he could only see a large expanse of white snowflakes, and could not find any trace of the enemy at all.

After learning this result, he frowned in confusion. To be able to snipe at him across such a long distance, this enemy must have a secret aspect that can greatly enhance the five senses, and the blade attached to the bullet must have Looking at it sharply, this sniper is obviously a blade man.

But why does he only attach such a low-quality blade to the bullet even though he has such excellent ultra-long-range vision? The quality is as low as that of a first-level Xiaobianren, but it is obvious that a first-level Xiaobianren cannot have such visual ability.

"Unless he also has a degree in lighting, or has an amazing visual talent..."

At this moment, Faris has discovered that the power of this ultra-long-range strange bullet is limited. Unless he can hit his heart or eyes several times in a row, it will only be a minor injury more serious than a mosquito bite.

So he simply ignored the long-range sniper's attack and waved his dagger in front of the opponent to cut fresh blood.

He peeled off the caster's head and savored the fat white lipids that contained a metallic taste.

He opened the Forger's chest, chewing on the tough, chewy flesh and connective tissue.