Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

The [Dread Crow] skill itself has also undergone certain changes.

After achieving the achievement of a small flock of ten crows, the amount of fear required each time to reach 100% of the energy bar will be ten times that of before. After the energy is full, ten crows can be transformed at the same time instead of one by one. Transformation.

Similarly, the newly transformed crow is in one step and has an enhanced version of the [Painful Torment] skill, rather than the initial attribute of [Dreaded Crow].

Upgrade completed.

Two captured wild crows escaped from the claws when the [Terror Crows] were upgraded, and were frightened by the weird scenes in the room and flew around.

Luke now had no extra energy to transform them and was too lazy to feed them, so he simply let them go.

Harpie's brothers have not changed much in size and are very similar to ordinary crows. The more wild crows there are in the city, the less conspicuous they will be.

Looking at the handsome Harpie in front of him, Luke felt like he had just bought a new car and couldn't help but want to drive out and hit the accelerator.

He climbed out of the window, and with excellent flexibility and strength, he easily reached the roof of his house.

Looking at the empty scenery in front of him, Luke, holding a gun in one hand and a staff in the other, jumped down.

His excellent physical fitness allowed him to jump extremely high. After reaching the highest point of the jump, he stayed in the air for a moment. Before he could fall, a huge black image penetrated the roof like a ghost and came towards Luke.

Ten inconspicuous black figures followed closely behind.

Luke communicated with Harpierre and landed lightly on its back.

Harpie flapped his wings and immediately flew dozens of meters away.

Luke, who was holding a high position on the bird's back, immediately took a big bite from the northwest wind and was almost blown down by the fierce hurricane.

He swung hurriedly on Halpier's back a few times to maintain his balance, and then lay down on his stomach, lowering his body like he was driving a motorcycle.

Although it was now stable and no longer shaking, the oncoming hurricane still made him unable to open his eyes.

Imagine sitting on the Harmony locomotive without any protection from the wind. This is how it feels.

Luke shouted in his heart: "Mom, I want a helmet! Even if it's tight!"

He ordered Harpierre to slow down slowly, trying to get down and find a place to buy a helmet.

Although this was somewhat different from what he had imagined, in which he controlled a crowd of black crows and descended from the sky in fear of the enemy, but at least he didn't have to suffer.

And at worst, when you are about to arrive at the scene, throw away the helmet and fix your hair before going out. The same goes for the real style.

As for whether the helmet will hit the head of a master who practices innate magic in seclusion and breaks out of the barrier shouting "I am already invincible", that is purely an accident.

Just as he was falling into the air, Luke had a sudden idea. He built a "Siphon Polyline" spell structure in his mind and fired it into the air beside him.

The red light flashed away, exploding a ball of sparks in the air, and then a ray bounced back, forming a red shield around Luke.

This shield was in the shape of a flame, but it was not an ordinary fire. It was controlled by Luke's mind and contained the heat so that it would not burn Harpie.

Sure enough, as the shield rose, the oncoming wind was blocked from the flames, and even the cold air high in the sky became warm and comfortable.

It seems that the additional function of "siphon polyline" was accidentally developed.

Luke's mind moved, and Halpier stopped landing, climbed to a suitable height, and flew towards the northwest at high speed.

The journey that originally took six or seven hours took more than an hour to arrive.

This was the reason why in the second half of the journey, Luke was worried about flying too far and asking Halpier to reduce his altitude and speed, otherwise he would be able to advance further.

Seeing the familiar farm, Luke directed Halpier to slow down slowly. By the time he was over his farm, the speed was only fifty or sixty miles.

On the ground, you can barely see a figure, busy on the farm.

On the farm, Old Williams was checking the health of the new-born lamb. Suddenly, a black shadow swooped down from the sky. He was so frightened that he sat on the ground and thought: "It's broken. What kind of monster is coming?" Eat my sheep.”

Thinking of his precious property, a surge of courage emerged from his heart. He hurriedly got up and went to the house to get weapons ready to fight the monster to the death.

Unexpectedly, the huge black shadow arrived much faster than expected, and instead of looking for trouble with the lambs, it pounced towards him blankly.

Old Williams thought to himself, "My life is at stake," and he picked up the pitchfork beside him to defend himself, preparing to die with dignity.

Unexpectedly, the huge creature flew slower and slower. When it was next to him, its wings stopped flapping and landed softly.

He took a closer look and saw that he was so big and jumped off the monster, holding two weapons in his hands and looking at himself proudly.

"Dad, how about my mount? It looks cool!"

Old Williams breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his son jumping off the back of the huge crow.

The panic was followed by a burst of amusement and anger. If the son wasn't too old to beat him, he would have to be whipped with a belt today.

Old Williams, who felt that he had been humiliated, was convinced and said harshly: "What are you doing? It's boring. My father took me to the African savannah back then. That mount was fun."

Luke asked curiously: "Dad, don't brag. What can there be in the African savanna, a giraffe? Or an elephant? Which one can compare to me, a crow."

After the man's damn desire to win came up, he refused to recognize his relatives.

Old Williams didn't care that his son had scared him just now, and pulled him towards the house.

"Your grandpa even took a photo for me as a souvenir. I'll show it to you."

In the room, Mrs. Williams, who was cleaning up the housework, looked at her son in surprise, whom she had not seen for a month. Before she could ask her son about his current situation, she saw the two of them hurried past her and went to the back room.

She quickly asked: "Why are we going to you?"

Old Williams looked up at her and asked, "Where is the photo I took when I was a kid in Africa?"

"Africa? The one where you take the black car?"

"right."

Luke looked at the two old men suspiciously, as if they were talking in human language, but he couldn't understand them.

What is a black car? A black car or a car without a license plate?

Mrs. Williams soon relieved him of his confusion.

She took out a photo album from an old suitcase, rummaged through a few pages, took out a photo, and handed it to Luke.

"Now, this is the photo your father was talking about."

Luke took it and took a look.

He

Such a black car.

In the photo, Williams looks to be only seven or eight years old. He is wearing a white T-shirt and shorts, riding on the back of a black man lying on the ground. There is another child, also riding one. The two look at the camera and look happy. smile.

The horse underneath him also looked happy.

Ah, this is not called a black car. In our previous life, this was called a nirvana car.