The one who took the lead in launching the offensive was not the Murderer in the Mist, but Gwen.
Since we are about to start a fight, it is better to hold the advantage in our hands.
The lightsaber suddenly appeared.
He skillfully chose a slashing route from the neck to the armpit, because Wu Sha was taller than him. When facing someone taller than him, the sword style used by Gwen was more like an ox-position sword style.
Two-handed sword pose.
Wu Sha's finger blade connected with his lightsaber.
The finger blade made of unknown materials could actually resist the most famous lightsaber among the weapons used in the final battle of the Suiyuan Rishi. He caught the sword, and the harsh sound was like a thousand glass being scratched, which continued to torture him.
eardrum.
The terrifying arc of light keeps twisting.
The lightsaber dispersed, Gwen took a lunge, and her free hand pressed heavily on Wu Sha's chest.
The power enhanced by magic is emitted through techniques.
A martial artist is not a scholar whose purpose is how to enhance one's own strength, but how to exert one's own strength and release the true power of the human body. More often, it is to study similar things. For Gwen, the current martial arts is more
It represents a suitable channel, a channel of explosive power that Utopians do not understand. In other words, how to burst out the maximum power in an instant and exchange all physical energy into destructive power in an instant.
This technique becomes less and less effective as Gwen is transformed by magic.
When I was an ordinary human being who could be seen everywhere on Earth, even if I squeezed my physical energy to the point where my eyes would black out and I would faint in the next second, I could only stop the rhinoceros. It does not mean that my power is limited to this point.
, but that the physical ability can do this kind of thing at most. As the physical ability gradually improves, and finally the body gradually surpasses the human "ignoring fatigue from the grid", Gwen has discovered the upper limit of the explosive power provided by the skills.
Is this upper limit of lethality enough?
It's enough to face ordinary creatures.
How about facing the famous murderer in the fog, one of the three people who stands at the top of the food chain of ghost stories?
--boom!
All the palm power has been poured into Wu Sha's chest, not even the vase trembled beside them, all the power was pressed in with violent and continuous explosive force.
There was a stormy sea at the source level.
But is it enough?
Far from enough.
Wu Sha's body suddenly froze, just like the frozen frame produced when the manipulated character in a tablet fighting game is hit by a physics-based ultimate, from the frozen punch to the physical blow. But his expression remained as usual, hanging on
With a wild smile, "Amazing!" he shouted, while making a fist with his right hand and slamming it down.
Since she couldn't feel the lethality, Gwen didn't want the fist to fall on her head, so she used the silver string to pull her body back quickly.
Wu Sha's body hit the ground with this punch in an exaggerated manner. There was also no obvious feeling of power leaking out. Not even a tile was lifted from the ground. At the same time, tens of thousands of gray fog strips overflowed, and suddenly the
The entire theater turned into a sea of fog.
It was the right thing not to let him hit you.
Kaidan's source power is like Kaidan's business card, which cannot be deciphered by humans. However, the moment Kaidan and Kaidan see each other's Kaidan source power, they can determine what the other's ability is. The ability of Mist Kill is an extremely
The dangerous void mutation characteristic, or in other words, the current ability displayed by the fog killer is just the 'lethality' of this characteristic.
By tearing the world apart in an instant, a passage particle is formed leading to the void world. The 'grey fog' formed by using this special ability that ordinary people will die as long as they touch it is the power method of the murderer in the fog.
This seemingly innocent mist is in a stable mist particle state when it is not activated, but as soon as it sets off...
With a fatal premonition like a thorn in his back, Gwen pressed his hands down, and the silver string pulled him up to the ceiling in an instant. In the corner of his vision, a terrifying void suddenly appeared where he was, a kind of indescribable feeling.
A sense of sadness and loneliness suddenly arose.
Lonely.
Just seeing it makes me feel like I'm dead and sad.
Dangerous abilities.
It only takes a moment and it's over, as far as the source of power is concerned.
Gwen felt that her source power was beginning to weaken, so she forcibly used magic to stabilize her source power.
Source power is the power of the heart. This sad ability is simply a killer ability for the source power user.
Five silver blades shot out from the weapon, and Gwen pulled the silver string with her toes to avoid it.
And the five silver blades turned into mist and dropped into the mist.
There are such means at long distances.
There is an offensive and defensive fog at close range.
Coupled with the ability to contaminate other people's spiritual landscapes.
It must be mentioned that the Killer in the Mist is the individual that seems to be closest to perfection so far.
But that doesn't mean there are no flaws.
Gwen hung upside down from the ceiling, pouring the maximum output into the silver strings. A pool of silver 'water' spread out from the foot ring he clicked on the ceiling, forming a lake like a reflection in the sky.
"Sorry, Natalie."
Although he said he wouldn't make too much noise, if he wants to defeat Wu Sha and take away the relic, he must reach a certain level of restrictions.
Gwen's eyes were filled with flames.
On the silver lake that was stepped upside down, a large number of rain-like silver threads hung down, and the flames climbed up.
Then--
The burning silver threads fell like raindrops!
The fog covered all sides.
The continuous silver threads turned into splashing high-temperature silver dots after falling to the ground, carrying the mark of the Mind Flayer and splashing out.
Wu Sha's fog was suppressed, and the fog continued to fall downwards, finally forming a lake of gray mist on the ground. The tall and thin Wu Sha stood in the middle, neatly dressed and with a peaceful smile.
clank--
The finger blades of his left hand rubbed against each other.
"I understand, you are not completely a mind flayer, even with such a high concentration, but..."
He said loudly, "...You are actually a human being now. It's so interesting. Let me tell you how you feel. How do you feel about being a human being? Haha."
"..."
Seeing Gwen's vigilant look, Guitan laughed again, and then the gray mist slowly disappeared and was sucked into his shadow.
Gwen put away the silver lake and gently dropped it.
The theater floor is no longer in shape.
The large number of potholes gave Gwen a headache.
"Now Natalie is going to complain."
He rubbed his head.
While he was muttering, Wu Sha watched quietly from the side with a smile. After a few seconds, he asked in an inorganic and unclear manner: "Who is Natalie? Why is she complaining?"
?”
"No fight?" Gwen moved her hands.
But when I saw the other party smiling and not answering, I also learned from Gezi’s reminder that the way of communicating with ghosts was, in short, excluding the huge gap in levels, such as the gap between White and the Mind Flayer, otherwise it was just normal.
Communicate in a fair way, one question and one answer, one answer and one question.
therefore.
Occasionally, we will discuss some things at a weird party, and the chat will last for a whole year!
Sometimes the small talk lasts for about a week or two.
Gwen didn't want to stay in such a stupid place for so long, so she sighed: "We'll talk later and let me finish the business."
Gwen took off the gray fog painting in front of the other party. Although Fog Sha didn't look happy, Gwen didn't care about him. Since there was no clear intention to stop him, he still had to do what he had to do.
Right?
There must be a spirit of contract.
After taking off the oil painting of the murderous maniac in the fog, the haunting atmosphere in the foreign theater has dissipated a lot. Although there is still some residue, it still looks good as it slowly dissipates.
After doing all this, Gwen simply cut a hole in the glass of the ceiling and got out, then slid into the cooling machine room on the lower floor of the Fellowship along the cold pipes that usually handle the clouds and mist in the Foreign Theater.
"Huh, it's really cold."
Gwen rubbed her arms. The warmth was not very effective at this temperature.
Cat Kaka came out of the shadow at this time. With a meow, he pulled out several cat lanterns that were eating ice cream from the nearby passage. He used the "Give the cat one!" skill to get three of them.
."Meow!"
Looking at the small ice cream box that was handed over with its tail curled up, Gwen smiled, nodded and thanked.
Although I was muttering in my mind, "Eating ice cream in the winter?", it is simply magical that Mao Lan knows how to share this.
Wu Sha who came later also received an ice cream.
Here, Gwen was finally able to answer the other party's words.
"Natalie is a Shad. Although you don't know her, you can understand her as my boss. I have some things to trouble her recently, so she arranged for me to come over to recycle this thing... The agreement I reached with her is
Don’t make too much of a fuss, but thanks to you, the entire foreign theater has been completely destroyed, and its reconstruction should make the person in charge look black."
"Well, Mind Flayer, strictly speaking, it was you who caused the damage, not me. I didn't use that fire rain."
The tall and thin Wu Sha is quite understanding and doesn't take the blame at all.
"In addition, this thing you are talking about is not what I want to put in this tasteless theater. If some people didn't sneak it in and cast spells and performed rituals in front of them, I would not want to come here.
Where is this place?"
Forehead……
"Utopians are so arrogant and confident. This painting is like a home to me, you know? I was ready to take a good rest, but they actually brought this painting to this theater. It's really rude. Do you know?
I was laughed at by the other murderers in the fog..." He spread his hands, with a sense of helplessness on his handsome face, "...I was dragged out by the Utopia people here from the fellow countrymen to work overtime on my day off, in March,
Not even a witch can do such a thing."
Wu Sha was quite lively. While eating ice cream, he sat on the ground and started bragging crazily.
Ghost stories usually have 'rule restrictions'. Even if there are twenty ghost stories in one area, they are likely to be scattered at different minutes and time periods in 24 hours a day, and there are not many opportunities to actually meet. Indeed, this will happen among them.
A kind of ghost story with strong communication emotions comes out, and a "split ghost story" will be born between the same kind of ghost story. To put it simply, it can be regarded as the person responsible for the local ghost talk.
Take Gwen's Mind Flayer for example.
Although the mind flayer is undisputedly himself, there are branch mind flayers in different regions, or to use more fashionable words: subspecies ghost stories.
There are not many subspecies of the Mist Killer.
At least among the weird stories at their level, they are relatively rare.
"Being brought out and performed a ritual?"
Gwen suddenly grasped the key point, "Ritual? What ceremony?"
"The ritual of summoning the wraith is quite exquisite. It was arranged to force me to wake up to clean up and lock the target. But in essence, it is just a reminder, and it does not force me to work... Mind Flayer, you don't have anything similar.
Set it up?"
--"No."
Gezi's short answer in his mind had fully demonstrated his sense of superiority.
Fortunately, the person in charge of external communication is not Ge Ge.
Gwen asked: "Do you still remember when you did the ritual? This information is very useful to me."
"I help you, and you have to help me too."
"what do you need?"
Wu Sha said, "A place with enough books. I need this kind of place to accumulate 'people with lofty ideals'. People with lofty ideals will spread the fear of the unspeakable power of the killer in the fog. The more it spreads, the more we destroy it."
The more sanity I have, the stronger I am."
Mist Killer is taking a high-end route.
The believers cultivated must be intelligent, at least people who have read books and understand the beauty of books. The target selected by the Mist Killer has a slight chance to let the Mist Killer work for him, but in return, he needs to give back.
Give it a sufficient amount of knowledge and a sufficient quality of wisdom.
"I can't tell you are still this type of weird talker..."
"Didn't the Mind Flayer tribe tell you about us?" The murderer in the fog, who calls himself 'Wirt', looked like a curious baby. "Although we can't be called some kind of social creatures, we do have some tribes.
Homologues of characteristics. Doesn’t anyone in your subspecies know us better?”
Wilt, who obviously looks like a handsome version of the lanky ghost, has more problems than imagined.
"Wilt, I can help you, but you first call me Gwen and tell me the information."
Gwen thought, even if it's a weird conversation, we still need to talk on the phone, and we need to know each other's names to facilitate the next step, right?
"Gwen." Wilt repeated the name and nodded, "The ceremony took place in the long night..."
So early?
Gwen frowned.
"It was an afternoon. Although there was no moon or sun for me to identify, it is natural for us as ghost stories to have the ability to identify time. A red-haired girl full of blood smell walked in, completed the ritual alone, and had
Quite good source power has bound me, the subspecies of Kaitan, here, and it was not triggered until recently."
"...Wait a minute, didn't your painting just arrive recently?"
"Huh?" Although Wilt looked ignorant, he was still very confident, or he believed in his senses. "Although I don't pay attention to the outside world all the time, I can see that I am in that theater, and I have already
It lasted for a while. What I am sure of is that I got on this train before the long night - the Fellowship."