Steel steam and flame

Five dazzling ballistic lines spread out in the form of rays, with their own sharp wind tearing apart everything around the air corridor. There was almost no time difference. The moment they left the gun barrel, an observation deck more than 300 meters away was in the five corridors. bursting and collapsing through its bright threads. A heavy sniper rifle with a caliber close to fifteen millimeters also exploded at the same time. The splattered fragments caught up with a figure who had been alert in advance and jumped away. They were all shot down in the blur of the extremely fast sword light.

"It's not a good habit to leave your feet off the building or the ground and let yourself hang in the air for an extended period of time!" The muzzle of the revolver did not turn around, and Cassia took advantage of the situation and rushed towards the shadow of Serbol, keeping the right hand holding the gun Extremely fine control, not affected by running, dynamically maintaining position, allowing the muzzle rifling to always lock in the center of Serbol's chest. At the same time, all things that can be regarded as perceptions, such as sight, mental perception, and sound wave pulses, are all concentrated together, and the landing point is completely consistent with the muzzle of the gun, converging at one point on his chest.

"Serbor?" Vaspia shouted, reminders and questions overflowing. He rushed forward at this moment, and it took at least a second for his voice to reach Serbol, but the terrifying revolver bullets in his eyes didn't need this second at all. From the very brief observation just now, in the face of this caliber from a distance of several hundred meters, it can be regarded as a bombardment that ignores distance.

The clothes on his legs and arms were torn to pieces by the bulging muscles. The distance of fifty meters was not far, but for him, it still took time!

But when a light blue arc appeared out of thin air in his strange field of vision of more than 180 degrees, implicating Cassia and Moses Telles across a distance of more than 100 meters, the momentary tension turned into a morbid condition. of excitement.

With a crackling sound, the arc struck the ground. It no longer just ablated the ground to a blackened appearance. The huge energy produced a series of micro explosions, and the heated orange concrete fragments sputtered all the way. The electric arc accelerated to keep up with Cassia's movement trajectory, swept across instantly, and slashed away like a hundred-meter-long sword.

"Boom!" The explosive and dull sound does not require extra time after all. When the twisted arc approaches, only the muzzle flame can compete for a ball of light of its own.

At the same moment, the bright ballistic line was already refracted at an obtuse angle in front of Serbol and flew elsewhere. A large canopy of bright sparks also lit up in front of the collapsed observation deck, illuminating a tactical knife that was between Serbol's eyes but already pressed against his forehead. The black paint on the tactical knife fell off in small pieces, revealing the silver-gray color of the ultimate alloy.

Not only Sebor's head, but his entire body was covered with a layer of oval-shaped scales the size of a thumb cap during this period - a thick yellow-brown color after drying of soil, none of which has a sense of refinement, as if it was extremely inferior in a foundry. A defective product cast from an embryonic body. His body has a sense of inferiority, but the whole body has a contradictory sense of beauty and harmony.

His body flew backwards uncontrollably at this moment. After landing on the ground, he rolled around and stabilized his body. His hands and feet landed at the same time - like a small lizard continuing to move forward in the desert to avoid the sun, he began to run rapidly, extremely fast. He danced his limbs in a coordinated manner and made a huge backwards turn to remove the huge impact of the blue silver bullet cannon. The mud and concrete fragments flew away by the limbs were like water waves, splashing along the trajectory.

The yellow-brown oval scales immediately lost their color and turned into silvery white. Then they were like a mirror without the ability to reflect, absorbing most of the light on the body and immediately disappeared from the field of vision.

The next moment, Cassia, Vaspia, Kebro and others hundreds of meters away also immediately discovered that in the unfolding perception, the form belonging to Sebol began to blur and was almost disappearing. The feedback at this point is like a malfunctioning lamp, but more like a warning light that flashes irregularly and intermittently.

"Interference with perception?" The remaining four people had the same question. Cassia enhanced the sound wave pulse output. Although the feedback was delayed, Serbol's blurred figure became extremely clear.

"It seems that although the training method is different from that of the military school, you still have combat experience. Whether you know sight or perception, the concentrated point is just interference. The whole body may be a target." Blocked the shot. It was expected, but the direct change of body shape was completely unexpected.

I tried the power of the blue-silver bullet cannon and fired a shot into my head. The silver-white scales bounced off me, causing blood to ooze out and causing me to feel uncomfortable and dizzy for nearly half a minute. Later, I warned myself not to do this, because the power was indeed huge, and there were not many common firearms that could make me feel uncomfortable.

Sound wave pulses and intermittent flashing perceptions were still locked on Serbor, and Cassia swung Ficino's dagger against the sweeping arc. In the sight of the five people, a layer of film-like material had blue properties. Cut off the arc directly.

The arc light disappeared in the blink of an eye, and molten soil and concrete fragments were flying. But when it hit Cassia, it penetrated through his body in an extremely strange way.

"Bang!" The human-shaped air tunnel was formed at this time, twisting in a snake shape, and intersecting with Vaspia who was rushing past. The figures on both sides were solid, but Cassia's kick made the ground dent, and the air rolled around. The blade of the dagger drew a sharp light, and the tip of the sword passed by, as if it touched Vaspia's forehead. There isn't any spacing. However, the stepping kick and the horizontal slash were almost perfectly dodged by Vaspia who jumped back.

"I didn't know you could have a few thousandths of Miss Hilary's strength." The scene in the southern forest flashed through his mind - Vaspia may be the easiest one to defeat - this idea suddenly appeared. The instant burst of speed and power is the biggest enemy of a surgeon who is proficient in perception. When the head and thoughts know the enemy's next most likely move, but the body cannot keep up with the thinking at all, the despair it brings is nothing short of painful. of.

It's like predicting all kinds of things in the future, but also predicting that you won't live until that point in time. Helplessness and despair are the most common emotions.

Vaspia jumped back continuously, and Cassia kept following up, but every step naturally fell a little distance.

After a synchronous pursuit of more than ten meters, Vaspia finally found an opportunity to escape, quickly opened a safe distance, and waited for the arrival of Kebro and Moshetels who were close to landing.

Although he dodged, he felt the pressure - the attack just now should have been about five centimeters away, instead of being close to him. Intuition came over at this moment, telling him that the best option would be to turn around and run away like Ficino.