Infernal Artist

"lift it up!"

"Yes, place them on the wall, and bury the several light speed cannons here underground. They will become invisible by themselves."

"Boost!"

Wang Chonggong shouted loudly.

People coming and going followed his instructions and quickly loaded various defense and attack facilities for the town.

Arrive in a quarter of an hour.

Wang Heavy Industry quickly adjusted the parameters of the steel defensive wall, and suddenly felt the surroundings became silent.

He turned around and saw that everyone had disappeared.

The whole town fell into dead silence.

"Irrelevant personnel disappeared? Could it be..."

While Wang Chonggong was muttering, suddenly the ground began to shake.

His expression changed, and he immediately jumped onto the newly completed steel city wall and looked out of the town.

In the far-reaching wilderness, a heavily armed team appeared.

Wang Zhonggong spat and cursed: "Damn underground palace, I knew it would let the winner continue to fight——"

He looked at the thick city wall under his feet, and then at the various large-scale war facilities in the town, with a look of sincerity on his face.

There is nothing wrong with your choice.

That man was very strong and could predict the future, so he prepared himself for a large-scale war in advance.

Wang Chonggong jumped off the city wall, quickly came to the door of the bar, knocked on the door and said:

"Lord Prophet, the war facilities you asked me to arrange have been completed."

"What do you think we should do next?"

There was no sound in the bar.

Wang Chonggong walked in and saw no one in the bar.

On the empty bar, there was a note.

He picked up the note and looked at it. There was a line of small words written on it:

"Before I give you the signal, just defend but not attack."

Wang Chonggong nodded clearly.

Although I don't know why he only defends and does not attack, the prophet must have a plan.

Then——

Wang Chonggong casually opened a light screen, quickly operated on it, and issued instructions to all war equipment:

"All defensive equipment is activated and awaiting further orders!"

the other side.

In the wilderness, a strong bald man in the team said loudly:

"The other two guys are coming too, wait for them first, and then come together!"

"This way!"

Under his command, the team drew an arc and flew away from the town.

Seeing that this team is about to leave just like last time——

In the wasteland they passed, an inconspicuous stone suddenly disappeared.

Before the sturdy bald man had time to react, he found that his hands and feet had already flown out.

A strong hand pinched the back of his neck and lifted it upwards.

Flying like crazy!

The wind was blowing, but it couldn't erase the pain of having his hands and feet cut off.

The bald man was about to wail loudly, but found himself back on the ground, sitting in a bar in the town.

What a speed!

It’s not just the sharpness of the knife——

From ambushing, taking action, seizing people to returning to the city, almost everything takes place in just one breath.

How did this person do it?

Damn it!

I really shouldn't test this existence casually.

The bald man was covered in cold sweat. He endured the pain and looked at the young man opposite.

The young man said softly: "I chopped off your hands and feet because I was afraid that you might have some particularly powerful abilities. Now I will help you take them back."

He pressed a pair of hands and feet on the broken limbs of the bald man, and used the surging holy light to heal them and restore them to their original state.

"I'm Liu Ping, what's your name?" the boy asked.

He looked at the few lines of small words above the other person's head:

"Special name: Ten thousand hands and ten thousand feet."

"A person with this name has a strange power hidden in his hands and feet. He must use his hands or feet to exert it."

"Although there is this restriction, the strange power it releases will be more powerful."

——Because he already knew their route of action, Liu Ping used the "Strange Rock" to turn it into an ordinary stone and ambush the enemy on their only way.

When the enemy army approached, as soon as he identified who was the strong man hidden among the many followers, he immediately chopped off the opponent's hands and feet and flew him back to the town.

One hit.

So the battle is decided.

In prison mode, the opponent's soul already belongs to you.

"Hahaha, idiot! You could obviously win, but you helped me put my hands and feet back together. Now prepare to die!"

The bald man laughed wildly and jumped up, his hands and feet seeming to turn into something——

thump!

He tripped over a chair and fell to the ground.

Liu Ping glanced at him sympathetically, changed his arms to hold the baby girl in his arms, and softly coaxed her a few words.

The bald man lay on the ground and gasped: "What's going on... My hands and feet have obviously been connected, why do I have no strength... And I don't even have a little bit of strange power..."

Bang!

The door was pushed open.

Wang Chonggong walked in, looked at the people on the ground, and then looked at Liu Ping.

"My lord, that team has disappeared," he said.

"There are two more teams, you go together to meet the enemy." Liu Ping said.

He glanced at the bald man on the ground.

The bald man only felt an extremely dangerous signal coming from the depths of his soul, as if he would be completely torn apart in the next moment.

"Soul...you enslaved my soul!"

He jumped up and looked at Liu Ping angrily.

Liu Ping said seriously: "Yes, because I didn't want to kill anyone, I enslaved your soul. Now go help."

The bald man stared at him.

"Or do you really want to die?" Liu Ping asked.

"Hahaha, sir, you really know how to joke. Who would want to die if you are living well?" The bald man immediately nodded and bowed.

"Go." Liu Ping said.

The bald man turned around and followed Wang Chonggong out.

The bar door closes.

The bald man looked back with lingering fear and asked Wang Heavy Industry in a low voice:

"What kind of profession is your lord?"

Wang Chonggong said: "Prophet - be careful, he knows everything you say now and what you are going to do later."

"Really?" The bald man didn't believe it.

Wang Zhonggong sneered, pointed around and said, "My lord began to set up defenses just after the last mission. He already knew that there would be a melee next."

The bald man looked at the entire town, which was armed to the teeth. His expression gradually became a little frightened, and he murmured in a low voice:

"That's right...if he wasn't a prophet, how could he ambush me where I happened to be passing..."

Wang Chonggong patted him on the shoulder and said: "Okay, come to work quickly, there are two more enemies, they are probably coming soon."

The two walked to the gate of the town together and jumped on the city wall.

I saw the two teams staying quietly in the wilderness, far apart from each other, wary of each other, and at the same time looking at the town with uncertainty.

A voice came from far away:

"Hey! Lao Lei, weren't you the first to attack? Why did you defect to the opponent all of a sudden?"

The bald man sighed and shouted loudly: "I was defeated - with just one move! Now I am your subordinate!!!!"

When the two teams heard this, they immediately turned around and ran towards the way they came.

joke!

He defeated Lao Lei in one move.

Now it's two against two again, and the town seems to be run by people who know how to build large-scale war facilities.

Is this a big deal?

Sure enough, sure enough——

The existence of milk powder, diapers and bottles is truly unfathomable and completely unmatched.

"They left." The bald man said curiously.

"Master must have expected it a long time ago." Wang Chonggong praised.

"...I haven't recovered yet," the bald man known as Lao Lei sighed. "In just a short moment, I have become someone else's slave."

"In the underground palace, just be content with being alive." Wang Chonggong said calmly.

In the bar.

There is a card on the bar.

I saw a ferocious-looking giant hammer painted on this card.

"Nightmare Shatter."

"Hammer."

"Possessing strange power: no forgiveness."

"Explanation: Any parry with this hammer will be invalid. The attack of this hammer will shatter all parries and hit the target with three times the true damage."

Liu Ping placed the Baina Dao next to the card and said, "This is the card I got from the guy I defeated just now."

Baina Dao buzzed and said:

"I have felt its power - I need more things to analyze what is going on in this underground palace."

Liu Ping said: "Now there is a key point, and we must seize it together."

"What?" Baina Dao asked.

Liu Ping said slowly: "Sequence can issue various cards independently, and can also eliminate people who leak secrets. Is it a triggering and coordinating mechanism, or -"

"There is something that is secretly controlling the sequence."

Baina Dao hummed and said: "This is simple. You also have a sequence on your body. It has been following you for a long time. Why don't you ask it."

"It's asleep." Liu Ping shrugged regretfully.

Baina Dao sneered: "I remember that the sequence will not sleep."

Liu Ping said: "But the Heroic Spirit operation interface returned my three professional cards to me. I lost too much energy, so I fell into a deep sleep."

"Of course you will be unhappy if your delicious food is taken away." Baina Dao answered.

Liu Ping was stunned.

etc!

If that's the case.

Since the Heroic Spirit control interface is asleep because of the loss of three cards——

So, if you want to wake it up, don't you just need to feed it?

Why hadn’t I thought of such a simple thing earlier?

Liu Ping lifted the nightmare hammer card on the bar, took a deep breath, and said:

"Sequence, this is a powerful weapon card that contains the power of nightmares and strangeness. I guarantee you will like it."

The void became silent.

Suddenly, a line of burning small words jumped out:

"Can you really give it to me?"