Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

Hearing that the mastermind behind the scenes had such disgusting abilities, Luke was upset and secretly complained, "What other god!"

He asked: "Have you not seen him?"

Giroba smiled bitterly: "He never contacts me directly, but communicates with me deep in my heart through a method similar to telepathy. He knows that Setan and I hate the colonists, and uses This brings us into his plan.”

"I can vaguely feel that he doesn't seem to care whether the assassination of you can succeed this time. It seems that in his eyes, it doesn't matter whether we or you die. Even to him, each of the seven deadly sins Those who are qualified don’t matter, they can be sent to die at any time.”

Jiroba expressed his guess.

Such an old cunt.

so annoying!

Can you come out and fight openly?

Of course, don't fight me. I can't fight

Luke scratched his hair in annoyance and continued to ask: "So, what are we going to do next?"

"Let me think about it. Hmm. How do you say that sentence?"

"That's right!" Giroba clapped his hands, tilted his head and said to Luke: "Gu, kill me."

? ? ?

Did you go to the wrong set?

You are not a female knight, and I am not an orc!

Giroba explained: "Now that the power of [Greed] and [Rage] original sin has penetrated into the bodies of Setan and I, we can only temporarily isolate him from sight in the [Heart-Shaped Lake] realm. Once I remove the realm, He’ll find out what’s going on here.”

"But... there's no need to kill you." Although Luke coveted the other party's experience and skills, after all, the two sides had just turned enemies into friends, and Giroba even gave him a gift.

He is not a real Onsa. He can just accept gifts from the Indians, learn to survive in America with the help of the Indians, and then exterminate others.

Just like that, they hypocritically invented a "Thanksgiving Day" to commemorate the help of the Indians.

Luke came up with an idea and said: "Perhaps he is not paying attention here. My flying mount is outside. When you disperse to the [Heart-Shaped Lake] area in a while, we can just get on it and fly away. Its load capacity should be barely enough to carry Let’s walk together, directly to Heart-Shaped Lake.”

Seeing Luke caring about his life and death, Giroba was a little relieved. He was worthy of being the son of the prophecy, and he was completely different from those Angsa bandits who had no moral bottom line.

She explained: "Don't worry, what I want you to kill is just this body. I am the banshee of the heart-shaped lake. As long as the heart-shaped lake does not die, I will not die in the true sense. You can use the heart-shaped lake to Create a body again to achieve the effect of resurrection."

She pointed at Setan, the spirit of revenge, and said, "The same goes for him. He is a collection of Indian ancestor spirits. After this body dies, it will turn into an ancestral spirit and wander around the American land again, waiting for the return of the Indian shaman. call."

Luke was still a little reluctant to give up.

After all, the death they are talking about is normal death. If you kill the monster yourself, the golden finger will absorb the energy. If it is sucked out directly, the hammer will be resurrected.

However, one of the two people is a conceptual banshee, and the other is a collection of ancestral spirits. What appears here are entities that are somewhat similar to the concept of "clone".

From the current point of view, my golden finger absorption experience is a bit like the police who came belatedly to wash the ground after the battle, but cannot help me directly attack the enemy.

It would be a bit too buggy if Goldfinger could follow the link of concepts and erase their identities in one go.

So, from this point of view, it should be safe to kill Giroba and Setan.

Seeing that Luke was still hesitating, Giroba felt satisfied and anxious at the same time, and emphasized: "In fact, even if we can't meet you this time, Setan and I will find a way to die."

Um?

Luke looked at her doubtfully, waiting for the follow-up explanation.

"I kind of underestimated the infection ability of [Seven Deadly Sins]," Giroba smiled bitterly and continued: "In the early days of cooperation, [Greed] Original Sin only slightly increased my strength, but as time goes by, the influence of Original Sin becomes more and more serious. Deep, now it can interfere with my thinking."

She looked at Setan and said, "His situation is even more dangerous. He is a spirit of vengeance. His mind is full of resentment and he has never been very sober. He relies on Setan's self-control to stay sane. Since the encounter with [Rage] 】After the combination of original sin, my brain has become increasingly difficult to use. Now, unless I am in the heart-shaped lake area, I am almost completely controlled by [Rage]."

"We must abandon our physical bodies and let our spirits return to their origins in order to get rid of the influence of the [Seven Deadly Sins]."

After what Jiroba had said, Luke no longer insisted and nodded in agreement with her proposal.

Giroba walked away from Luke, returned to Setan, took his hand, and the two smiled at each other and hugged each other.

Luke, who was fed a mouthful of dog food, transformed into a member of the FFF group wearing black robes and holding a torch.

"Sparks dancing in the flames will bestow heavenly punishment on evil intercourse with the opposite sex!"

He clumsily sketched out the spell structure of "Fireball" with his mental power.

As the spell structure was gradually constructed, a faint light began to emit in front of him. As the energy continued to accumulate, the light became brighter and brighter until it finally formed a basketball-sized flaming sphere.

The outer layer of the fireball is red, and the inner layer is white and blue flames, emitting extreme heat and light.

Occasionally, a few wisps of uncontrollable flames emerged from the surface of the sphere, licking the surrounding air, making the surrounding area begin to become extremely hot.

Giroba looked back at Luke in surprise, as if he was surprised that he could master such a high-level spell as "Fireball" at such a young age.

But then I thought about it, since he is the "son of prophecy", he should have some extraordinary talents.

In other words, this is what the "Son of Prophecy" should look like.

As the fireball technique stabilized, Luke thought and controlled the fireball with his mental power to fly towards the two people embracing each other at high speed.

A powerful explosive force was released instantly, and Giroba and Setan were instantly swallowed up by the flames. Sparks flew everywhere, like a huge firework blooming on the ground.

The energy and heat of the fireball was released wantonly on them, blasting a huge crater on the spot, and the two people who did not make any resistance were instantly swallowed up.

The energy and heat released by the explosion formed a powerful shock wave, like a terrible hurricane, rolling up everything around it and blowing Luke's hair and clothes.

With the death of Giroba, the realm of [Heart-Shaped Lake] began to dissipate, the surrounding water mist gradually dissipated, and the ability to restrict space travel also disappeared.

Luke didn't bother to take stock of the trophies, and [disapparated] several times in a row to stay away from the battlefield to prevent Liu Liu from staying there to trick him.

After all, with the ability of the mastermind behind the scenes, it should be easy to hide from the crow's search.

After exchanging positions several times, Luke had already flown several hundred meters into the air. Before he could fall freely, Halpier had already flown over, caught him, then flapped his wings vigorously and flew high into the sky. .

The environment on the ground is complicated and it is easy to hide. If you fly in the air without any obstruction, you will never be attacked by a sneak attack.

Luke hovered in the sky on Harpie for a long time until old William woke up from his coma and searched for a long time in the same place. He even began to collect the bodies of Giroba and Setan to make sure that there should be no other enemies.

He then pressed Halpier and returned to the ground.

Seeing Luke flying down from the sky, old William opened his face with pain, and said with relief: "When I woke up, there was no one around, and there was a deep crater. If your body hadn't been found, there would have been no one around." I thought something happened to you."

Luke was naturally embarrassed to say that he had left him there as bait, so he only mentioned that he would go to the sky to see if there were any other enemies.

Old William had skillfully stuffed the corpses of Giroba and Setan into his trunk. Setan's body was relatively well-preserved due to his strong body. Giroba basically only left the outline of his human body, and the body parts The jewelry was also blown to pieces by the fireball and scattered everywhere.

The crows, under Luke's command, were already scattered everywhere, looking for shiny baubles buried shallowly in the soil.

This is the nature of crows, so they worked very energetically and very efficiently. They quickly built a small hill of shining gold, which was a pity for the diamonds and pearls on Giroba's body.

Although diamond dealers have been promoting the advertisement of "diamonds last forever", in fact, diamonds are just gemstones composed of carbon. Carbon can burn. It only takes a temperature of 800 degrees for diamonds to burn and change color, producing carbon dioxide gas.

Not to mention pearls, which can cause discoloration, deformation and even burning at 100 degrees.

Under the high temperature that the center of the fireball exploded, all the diamonds and pearls on Jiroba's body were destroyed and lost their value.

Luke pointed to the small pile of half-melted and then re-solidified gold, and said to old William: "He who sees it has a share."

Old William smiled and shook his head and said: "If it were 20 years ago, I would have accepted it without hesitation, but now that I am over fifty years old, I no longer have any big expenses. For these shiny things There is no desire anymore. All this gold should be reserved for young people like you who still have plenty of energy and desire. You still have a lot to spend money on."

The folk custom of Lighthouse does not pay attention to gentleness, courtesy and thrift. If you don't want it, you don't want it. Luke was not polite, no longer gave in, and took all the gold in his pocket.

After putting away the gold, Luke looked at the two corpses in the trunk of the Volvo with embarrassment. They were his friends and he wanted to find a geomantic place to bury them.

But these two friends are probably still alive.

This feels so weird.

Seeing that Luke's attention was on the two corpses, William came over and put his arm on his shoulder and asked, "Are these two enemies coming to attack?"

Luke nodded and said, "Yes, it's quite difficult to deal with. Fortunately, I'm more skilled."

As he said that, he began to think about which Feng Shui treasure place to choose.

I don't seem to know where to go.

Go to the forest outside the Flame School? Or Cheng County?

How about sending it to the cemetery?

Different thoughts kept running through Luke's mind.

Oops, it’s so annoying. Anyway, neither of them are dead, so we might as well just ignore it and leave it to professionals like Old William to handle it.

In the end, Luke was too lazy to think of a solution and chose to pass the blame to the reliable old William.

Old William had already sat in the driver's seat. It had to be said that a Volvo was a Volvo. After being hit by a big truck, it was still able to ignite smoothly.

The car phone was structurally damaged by the violent impact and could no longer be used.

Old William waved and said to Luke: "It seems I have to go back to the police station. Do you want to go with me?"

Luke hated this kind of summary report of the battle the most. In his previous life, he hated having to write a summary after doing something, and today's situation is indeed a bit difficult to tell outsiders.

He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I won't go back. You probably know what happened. Just eliminate the enemy's formation in the process."

Old William had guessed this reaction a long time ago and agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "No problem. Surya, the new guy in the police station, is good at writing materials. This is the transcript of the time you helped kill the werewolf at the Dawn Bar." He wrote it, and Amisha has always praised him for his good writing, so let him write it this time.”

Haha, sure enough, if you write good materials, you will end up being a materials dog for the rest of your life.

Old William patted the passenger seat and said, "Come on, I'll give you a ride first, and then I'll put you down on the main road where it's convenient to hand over to the taxi. I'm in a hurry to get back to the police station, so I won't take you home." ”

Luke waved his hand, "No need."

Old William had seen the Harpie flying down from the sky just now, and he no longer had to hide it. Harpie followed his wishes and fell from the sky.

He sat on it, touched Harpie's feathers, and said, "I'll sit here and go back."

After saying that, Harpie flapped his wings, and a huge wind blew up, which made him feel as if he was overwhelming the clouds and carrying the sky.

Looking at Harpie's growing size as he evolved, Luke thought, Harpie has evolved from a crow to a raven. If he continues to evolve, he won't turn into a chicken, no, he won't turn into a Kunpeng. Bar.

He shook his head and put out of his mind the garbage advertisements in the web game in his previous life that said "you start with a Kun, and evolution is all about swallowing". It shouldn't be the case. After all, there is no concept of "Kun" in this world.

During the flight, Luke first let go of the "Siphon Fold" to set up a shield for himself, then set the destination as home and let Harpie drive on autopilot, while he focused half of his attention on the golden finger space to check the "Kill" Ji. Loba and Setan's harvest.

The branches and leaves of the seedlings of ability are swaying, and a wave of information is coming in.

In terms of experience points, the two of them were not completely killed. Therefore, the total experience gained was only 30%, which was completely unworthy of the level of the masters.

The current experience value has reached level 9 (75%)

Damn it! If [Lazy] was also killed by himself, maybe he could be upgraded.

Now I have to find another monster brush.

I really want to see the scenery after changing jobs immediately.

In terms of skills, the ability seedling gave Luke a surprise.

It seemed that when the two of them were killed, they both had the idea of ​​​​cultivating Luke, so they all dropped their skills.

Giroba dropped the [Turn Corpse into Gold] that Luke longed for, allowing him to truly kill monsters and earn gold coins.

Moreover, "fine gold" is much more precious than gold coins. It is a very rare extraordinary material. It is a special substance that can only be generated when gold is immersed in a large amount of extraordinary energy.

Just as gold is highly used in electronics, communications, aerospace, chemical and other industrial fields due to its extremely high electrical conductivity, thermal conductivity, ductility, corrosion resistance and other characteristics, fine gold is highly conductive to extraordinary energy due to its high With high efficiency and high stability, it has a value more precious than gold in the extraordinary world.

The reason why it failed to become the unified currency of the extraordinary world is purely because fine gold is scarce and not universal.

According to the skill information, the energy used to convert [Turn Corpse into Gold] is not the same type of experience as the experience absorbed by Gold Finger. Therefore, the two will not interfere with each other, and the experience will be reduced due to the drop of gold coins.

In short, Luke, who has the skill of "turning corpses into gold", will soon become a rich and handsome man in the extraordinary world as long as he keeps killing.

Brother Setan was even more sincere and showed off the [Indian Fighting Stick Technique].

Looking at the obvious changes in the blade of the combat stick skill, Luke's consciousness was lightly touched. He suddenly felt a strong dizziness and dizziness, as if his brain was held by an invisible hand, constantly injecting various memories into him. and emotions.

Fighting, endless fighting

As the memories continued to pour in, Luke's heart began to beat faster and his breathing became faster.

He seemed to be in an ancient world, acting as different Indian warriors, using battle sticks, tomahawks and even bare hands to fight against Indians, white colonists and monsters.

These memories were so real that it was as if Luke himself had been there. The fighting experience of countless Indian warriors using war sticks had been absorbed by Luke in a few breaths.

Phew~

Luke took a long breath and touched Harpie, who slowed down and flew smoothly because he sensed something was wrong with his condition.

He felt that the power of his war stick skills had been doubled at this time, and his control of psychic thunder and fire was completely different from before, with a qualitative change.

He stretched out his right hand and held it forward.

Countless silver-white thunders were born from the void, screaming, flashing, and constantly solidifying in his hands.

The bursting thunder power was held in Luke's hand like a docile lamb. It continued to change its shape according to his mind, and finally turned into the shape of a battle ax.

He turned his attention away and extended his left hand as well.

A fire began to burn from the palm of his hand.

It is different from the fire magic composed of spiritual power that constructs a spell structure to attract extraordinary energy.

The psychic flame is more like an extension of its own power. It does not have the long range of fire magic that can be projected to a hundred meters away or the burst damage that can absorb a large amount of extraordinary energy, but it is easier to control and the energy is more solid.

The flames in Luke's palms instantly expanded with the infusion of spiritual energy and turned into a huge fire ball. The tongue of fire stretched out several meters high, swinging back and forth in the high-altitude hurricane, but it did not weaken at all.

His left hand turned into a fist, and the blazing fire instantly shrank inward with Luke's mind, turning into a one-handed sword.

Luke raised it in front of him and took a look. The shaping ability of flames was much stronger than that of thunder.

His mind moved again, and the flaming sword instantly expanded into a large fire ball, and then shrank again, turning into a flaming whip.

Luke seemed to be addicted to playing. The flames continued to expand and contract, taking turns turning into swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes and hooks, changing into different shapes according to his thoughts.

After playing for a while, Luke, who had lost all the excitement, dispersed the thunder and flames from his hands and felt the consumption of spiritual energy in his body.

With his psychic abilities, such a thunder and fire shaping trick is indeed not very expensive.

Suddenly, Luke seemed to think of something again.

He turned his body slightly, took out the [Mourning Crow] from the side of Harpie's body, used his spiritual energy to slow down the mount under him, and then supported it with one hand, standing on Harpie's back.

After Luke stood firm, he raised the [Mourning Crow] in his hand, and the psychic thunder began to spread on the staff. The silver-white thunder dyed the wood-colored staff into a metallic texture. A large amount of thunder gathered at the head of the staff, using magic. The extraordinary gemstone on the staff serves as the core, instantly transforming into a sharp ax blade.

Looking at the staff that turned into a long-handled axe, Luke raised his hands and swung it a few times. The bursting thunder and the sharp ax blade were extremely lethal at a glance.

Especially with Luke's swing, the silvery white thunder leaked slightly in the air, bringing a long, silvery white dazzling tail, coupled with the roar caused by the explosion of thunder, making every swing like a roaring The silver-white giant beast bites the enemy, and as can be expected, the ax blade explodes with a large amount of thunder and brilliance when it hits the enemy, it is simply a handsome one.

Looking at the giant ax in his hand, Luke was still not completely satisfied.

He once again transformed some of his psychic energy into fire.

A raging flame rose from Luke's hand and climbed up the staff, coating the silver-white staff with a layer of dark red blood-like lines.

The flame exploded into a ball of fire after spreading to the top of the staff. After shrinking again, it also turned into an ax blade. With its back facing the silver-white thunder ax blade, the original single-sided long-handled ax turned into a double-sided ax blade.

Looking at the weapon in his hand, Luke shook his head. The flame ax blade disappeared instantly and returned to a state of red light.

Luke frowned and thought for a while before starting the operation again.

This time the red light directly attached to the surface of the silver ax blade.

Thunder and fire should be two unrelated and distinct energies.

But at this time they all originated from Luke's psychic powers, and the Indian fighting stick technique has emphasized the simultaneous activation of thunder and fire from the beginning.

Therefore, under Luke's control, the psychic flame turned into curved flame textures like a staff, and was plated on the silver-white ax surface.

The battle ax, which was originally as clean as new, added a sense of vicissitudes after a long battle with the addition of flame texture, as if it had been stained with the blood of countless enemies, forming corrosion marks that could not be cleaned away.

But it is this mark that gives this weapon a bit of battlefield aura out of thin air, making it particularly breathtaking.

Luke held it with both hands again and swung forward with force.

The silver tail left by the slashing marks was dotted with red sparks, and the fashion value was simply off the charts.

Damn it, someone, come and fight!

I really want to chop something!