"There is still a mutant force?" Shameng said in confusion.
He was secretly surprised, and placed his eyes on the "Storm-527" rifle in his hand, and looked at the devilish Vladimiski with confusion.
Immediately, he swallowed and ordered in an extremely low tone:
"shooting!"
Dozens of rifles of the same style as Samon pointed at Vladimisky, and as the Imperial Legion soldiers pulled the trigger, a messy electric current sounded in the hall.
It was like an unskilled novice playing the violin that had long lost its pitch.
After a brief "prelude", a series of powerful lights gushed out from the gun that looked like a rocket launcher, hitting Vladimisky's strong and strong body.
The light of the Shameng single unit when attacked with a rifle is blue and white, rich in the beauty of interlacing colors, but the light emitted by more than 20 rifles collectively is like the daytime when the "sclerotic sun" is coming.
At this moment, the arc disappeared, the blue light dissipated, the gas lamps emitting relatively faint light around them were broken, and the entire hall was invaded and occupied by holy white burns like an angel or a god.
Seeing the wonderful, shocking, majestic, fantastic and magnificent scenes, Wright, who had already secretly carried Brett and hid beside him, suddenly recalled the dream he had in the small and closed room in Socrates after being arrested by the Socrates Police Force.
The light comes, the night fades away, the incandescent wraps around, and the dimness disappears.
Gradually, Wright really saw a rich orange-red light!
He felt the scorching and warmth on the beach under the scorching sun, and his spirit resonated with the bright environment around him.
For a brief moment, he felt that he and the environment were about to merge into the squirming piece of meat formed under the "stricken sun".
Even the orange-red light gradually collapsed inward and condensed, forming a blood-like color.
"Blood? Is this still light?" Wright suddenly woke up from his psychedelic.
He sniffed the air around him hard, yes, it was the smell of blood.
Since the characteristics of his psychics become more obvious and the influence of the red magic power becomes more and more intense, his sense of smell has been improved by several levels, especially for blood.
Wright thought, shook his head hard, and then pinched his thighs to use the pain to wake him up a little.
This method really worked. By the time his consciousness was completely awake, the first wave of attacks from the human legion had ended.
After the smoke and the remaining white burns disappeared, Wright looked towards the center of the hall and the Black Iron Throne, where Vladimirsky was surrounded by a dim red mist.
A few seconds later, accompanied by a dim halo spreading out from Vladimisky's position, the blood mist instantly condensed into ice and blood particles, falling to the ground, like a waterfall, and more like hail in autumn and winter.
They jumped and rolled on the ground like elves. When Vladimisky's body was unharmed in front of several people, Shamon felt that the "hail" was nakedly mocking their human weakness.
"This 'Blood Flame Frost' is my second life..." Vladimisky said to Shamon and the others in a dull, ethereal, demonic tone:
"As long as I give half of my soul, it can reconstruct my body. It has the power of transcendent frost and flames. More importantly, before I sealed it, it was a 'bloodless man' who loved blood. It took me two oxen and two tigers to turn it into an 'evil soul', and then tempered it into this pair of long swords. It will give me the power to surpass the devil and approach the old gods. Shamon, do you want to die with me?"
"You know, Vladimisky, 'As long as the steam boils, magic will fade away'. The future is technology, and magic and extraordinary will eventually dissipate in the long river of history. Your evil soul may not be able to fight against the evolutionary version of the 'electromagnetic pulse rifle'. You know, this nearly fatal attack for you only consumes 5% of our electricity, and our battle is still very long." Samon said, lifting the rifle slightly and pulling the trigger, trying to anger Vladimisky.
"Although I have given half my life..." Vladimiski raised the long swords, crossed them in front of his chest, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing blood-stained fangs:
"But I still have the power of the 'Hex-Star Shield'. You know, in the middle of the Steam Age, the 'Hex-Star Shield' organization wandering in the Fire Empire had the power of some dragon clans. Do you think technology can compete with the dragon?"
"'Six-Spark Shield'?" Shamon was startled and looked at Vladimisky with disbelief. "How could you...get the power of the East?"
"You should have heard that I had been sleeping in the Cruzd Empire for nearly a thousand years. At that time, I betrayed the Bishop and was chased and killed. On my way, I was extorted by the "cursed Red Lord" in a church shrouded in darkness and sin in Iceland City, imprisoned and bound. But before that, I met the young man, Lyte Hayn, who escaped from Iceland City in Iceland City."
"At that time, he was followed by a half-dragon man who had just woken up. He had a very oriental name called Long Yuan. I got a book full of Fire Empire language on him, called "Dragon Book". I tried to translate it, and one of the paragraphs said this:"
"When the power of the dragon gathers darkness, it will summon the six-pointed shield. This extraordinary power will allow users to obtain a strong body as strong as the dragon and a powerful dark magic power. But they can only accompany darkness for life. When facing the sun, their power will disappear instantly, and their bodies will be burned, thus turning into a ball of 'never extinguished' fireworks."
"The power of the dragon...the power of the dragon...the power of the dragon?" Shameng's tone moved from low to high, and his voice quietly became loud.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He stared at Vladimisky's devilish body, remained silent for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes became sharp. He took out a very exquisitely carved snowflake ornament from his arms, picked up the base of the "Storm-527" rifle and inserted it into the magazine.
"This is a derivative of the sacred object. It was transported from the depths of the Treasure House of the Sunnetsk Palace a week ago. It is also the "semi-sacred object" left by Cruzed, the empire reserved. Its original body is the "Wrath of Ice Open". It was held by the ancient warrior in the first era and a weapon to fight against the dragon."
"Our derivatives may be the counterfeits they made. Although their power is greatly reduced, it is more than enough to deal with you." As he said, Shameng ordered the Imperial soldiers behind him:
"Everyone upgrades the gun, so that this Pope Dark Night and the leader of the blood clan can see the real power!"
After the mechanical cracking sound, all guns were implanted with derivatives of "Ice Rise". In an instant, the guns emitted a light in the winter ice and snow.
At the same time, Wright, who was standing aside, observed that the guns were covered with strange halos and currents that seemed to be coming.
The derivative of the holy relics seems to strengthen the power of the rifle.
"Do it!" Shameng seized the opportunity and ordered.
As his right hand waved down, more than twenty guns emitted dazzling incandescent light again.
Unlike just now, this time it was a completely one-sided crushing situation.
The light of the rifle caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply, and a light layer of frost was attached to the already cold ground.
The laser gushing towards Vladimisky's body perfectly suppressed his blood clan power, the power of the Lost, and the "Hex-Spark Shield" power related to the dragon.
His body flashed for only one second of blood and was instantly replaced by white burning. Before he could even wave the "Blood Flame Frost", he turned into a perfect statue carved by the most famous sculptor of the Putoya Empire.
"Vladimiski, you still lost after all." Sha Meng's face showed a proud look.
He threw the rifle in his hand, which had already exhausted energy due to these two attacks, and slowly stepped on the frost on the ground, towards the Black Iron Throne, where Vladimisky was.
Then, snowflakes floating away from the top of the empty hall began to fall, and the air was filled with the freshness brought by the cold, which made Sha Meng feel a hint of melancholy and an inexplicable sense of holiness.
"You are defeated." Shamon took off his tactical gloves and reached out to touch Vladiminsky, who had become an ice sculpture.
The ice covered his body evenly and perfectly. Even if he became a monster, his strong and plump chest muscles and washboard-like abdominal muscles all showed the ultimate curved beauty.
After admiring intoxicatedly for more than a minute, Shamon reluctantly put his gloves back on, took out two "Shine-01" grenades produced by the Sunetsk factory from his arms, and said:
"The explosion will completely crush you later. Vladimisky. If you still have consciousness, don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame us for being a hostile race. This is a life-and-death war. However, if the gods bless you, the blood clan may be recognized and included in the new order of the empire a hundred years after the war. This may be the meaning of your death."
With complex emotions, Shamon glanced at Vladimisky with his unique eyes "immersed" in his winding ugly blood vessels for the last glance.
But just as he was about to drop the grenade and leave the "Blood Light" castle, a red light suddenly shone inside the cold sculpture wrapped in Vladimisky.
Before Shamon could react, the sculpture exploded instantly. With an abnormal low buzzing, the two long swords in Vladimisky's hand turned into two slender tentacles with sharp heads.
They are very flexible, extending freely under Vladimisky's control, elongating, interlacing and traveling among the imperial soldiers.
In just a few seconds, some soldiers who had not had time to react had their throats and some had their hearts pierced. They all fell to the ground and lost their lives.
Fortunately, Shameng's reaction was fast enough. Before the tentacles were about to hit his head, he jumped backward like a spring, landing in a relatively safe area.
"Sammon." Vladimisky, who ended the attack, gasped heavily, and a trace of distorted pride appeared on his hideous face, and he mocked:
"You are not qualified to kill me, only gods or old gods can do it. I think your skills are exhausted. Your rifle must need...recharge. You only have one chance to kill me, but the six-pointed star shield helped me offset the power of "Ice Rise's Wrath". You and I have consumed most of the magic source power now. With the strength of the physical body alone, you are destined to fail."
"Oh?" Shameng sneered disdainfully:
"Then try?"
As he said that, Shameng began to surge in the power given to him by the statue of the "old pseudo-gods" hidden in his body.
In an instant, tentacles that looked like joints stained with scarlet dirt appeared on his back.
As the surrounding lights were damaged during the battle, the sandmon's tentacles were in a dark state in the dark environment.
Compared to the battle with Aaron in "Silent Heart", Shamon is obviously more skillful in controlling the tentacles this time.
After dancing vigorously in the air for a few times, the four tentacles actually pointed the dagger-shaped bone blade on their head at Vladimisky.
"Woo, woo." Shameng's mouth let out a terrifying, beast-like cry.
He knew that with his hard strength alone, he had no choice but to fight Vladimisky.
After a brief thought, he took out a test tube from his arms and drank the green potion inside.
"Vladimisky." Shamon roared, his body was instantly shrouded by a green halo. "This is the 'MK-0' potion I developed myself, which can strengthen my body and spirit. The extracted scorching fluid and the blood of the loser can make my body evolve and become more perfect. I think we will decide the outcome here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shameng's body began to twitch uncontrollably, and he felt his body being passed by countless electric currents.
He frowned, kept standing, trying his best to bear everything.
Immediately afterwards, two scarlet joint tentacles grew on his back under the catalysis of the potion!
Feeling the abundant power in his body, Shameng roared and jumped up, and the six tentacles behind the carrier attacked Vladimiski!
Puff! Puff!
A thick bloody mist spread out from the bodies of the two, causing everyone present, including Wright and Feng, who were watching the game, to see that all Shamon's tentacles were inserted into Vladimisky's neck, splitting his head and his strong body into two.
Vladimisky's tentacles also penetrated Shamon's heart, causing him to gush out a mouthful of blood.
As the remaining power in his body faded away, Shameng's six tentacles instantly turned into black particles and drifted outwards. At the same time, he lay on his back without being controlled.
Chapter completed!