"Your killing range is large, so you are the vanguard."
Jackal said: "I will cover you with a gun from behind."
Gwen agrees.
The last sentence the Jackal said was quite teasing:
"If you can, kill all the enemies as soon as you enter. Don't let me lose too many bullets."
Gwen looked at him sideways and started to bully:
"Do you think I can't kill you?"
He made up his mind to stop laughing and joking, and then start killing.
…………
Holding a breath, the source of power wrapped around her body, Gwen's thinking simulation penetrated the carriage and saw a corpse with a horned demon and a trap inside - corpses are often more useful than living people in the hands of the source of power in Utopia.
.
He gently put his hand on the carriage door and pushed hard.
Bang!
In the eyes of the jackal next to her, "Didn't I tell you to act with caution?" Gwen opened the carriage door and rushed in.
As soon as she broke into the carriage, Gwen received a fierce 'welcome' in the messy aisle.
First there were as many as thirty throwing knives.
Gwen identified its flight trajectory. The moment he avoided the first flying knife, he grabbed the knife handle in the air and flicked it. With more than twenty crisp ejection sounds, all the flying knives were deflected.
Then there is the rope-type trip mine that is pulled.
Gwen leaned forward and charged, and the power of the explosion did not even touch his back.
Finally, there was the long-planned huge scimitar slashed out from the corridor room.
The ram-horned devil's heavy steps forward together with the scimitar increase its power.
A powerful and heavy sword.
If a tank is placed in front of you, it can be split open. Even a strong man holding the tower shield with both hands will be chopped open with both man and shield.
It is an instant burst of power, weight, and speed that meets the "simple and direct heavy blow that people imagine".
But at this time, Gwen only had one emotion in her heart, a calm and slow emotion:
‘Disdain’.
Even he, who never spoke during battle, wanted to express his disdain:
What have I done to make you look down on me so much?
In his mind, thousands of sparks bloomed in the dark night of thinking, and he thought of dozens of ways to crack it in an instant.
While pursuing the ultimate in destructive power and attack power, this sword has become a slash that can't be stopped even by the power of the devil. In other words, it is not a person wielding the sword but a sword carrying it.
Even if the person's reaction speed can barely keep up with this knife, he can avoid it by sidestepping or rolling, and if the opponent's knife hits the ground with too much force, he will never be able to quickly adjust to pursue it.
Among the various schools practiced by Gwen, one of the most basic movements is the false jump, which uses a jumping-like movement, but ensures that one power foot is dragging on the ground, like a flying bird.
Air evasion. There is no need to go into too much detail on its principle, but it can also be used to dodge, or even become a 'real jump'.
Anyway, after the opponent's sword is struck, it is impossible to pursue him.
Or you can rush forward at high speed, just avoid the blade, put it into the arms of the ram-horned devil, and use its 'forward momentum' plus your own boxing skills to penetrate the opponent's jaw...
Gwen used her hand as a blade and chopped it on the scimitar.
Thick material, defects during smelting, and gaps accumulated due to roughness of users.
He could hear the scream of the knife.
"Here it is."
He opened his mouth silently, and his body was ready to go.
Bang!
The blade of the curved-edged sword was powdered, and a white mist was cut into the air.
Immediately, Gwen's eyes burned with fire, and the extremely thick source of power wrapped around his fist. He punched the horned demon's frightened ugly face whose cruel emotions had not completely subsided, and beat his mother with one blow.
Not only is it unrecognizable, but it also feels like, "This sculpture of a headless demon is so perfect."
boom!
The hot bullet flew past Gwen's left shoulder and hit the air, creating a ripple like water waves.
A petite assassin with an androgynous face fell out of it, a flying knife fell from the air, and a bullet fell from the atmosphere.
The sound of gunfire is the jackal's cover.
Taking advantage of the impact of the previous punch, Gwen flexibly turned forward, keeping one foot on the ground to exert force, and swept the opponent's waist with a roundhouse kick.
The assassin roared like a beast, and at the same time stretched out his left hand to grasp.
Gwen's face was expressionless, and she used another force to change the target of the kick.
The assassin reacted extremely quickly and changed the trajectory of his left hand at an unnatural speed, changing it into a posture to protect his head.
boom!
The assassin's arm was kicked hard, and there was a sound like metal being compressed and deformed.
Boom!
He was kicked into the car at the speed of a bullet.
But he was not killed by one blow, and the assassin calmly flicked his right hand, throwing out two throwing knives with grenades attached.
The explosive changed Gwen's idea of pursuit. He kicked the physical object to the point of force that was generated instantly. He exerted force lightly, turning his body counterclockwise, and the source of force attached to his toes.
Whoosh!
The fuses of two grenades were cut off.
Generally speaking, Utopia's grenades still have the structure of "lead, fuse, and mercury percussion explosive".
Since the initial power of Utopia gunpowder is not even as good as the throwing cannon, after improving its power, it still uses a very thin and brittle material to make the outer shell.
In the past few days, in addition to 'killing murderers' and 'playing tricks on dark cats and rabbits', Gwen has been researching 'standard and non-standard weapons in Utopia'. The experience of this research is like 'learning how to
I ran a group but I didn’t expect that I could run a group. It came in handy.
The calmness with which he casually chopped off two grenades and a flying knife with his feet made the Jackal who rushed to him stunned. He couldn't help but ask in the battle state:
"How?"
"Ordinary source power users can do this after training." Gwen talked without changing his expression.
"This is not something you can do after just fucking training!" Even the assassin roared.
The jackal had an expression on his face that said, "Should I agree with what this imitator said?"
This actually made Gwen think about it.
If what you say is too unreasonable, as long as you are a source of power, you will not be able to control your mood of questioning. After all, the source of power is a scholar, and even if you are proficient in combat, you are just a 'scholar who happens to be good at fighting'.
After briefly reflecting for 0.01 seconds, he looked at the assassin.
First he looked at his left hand.
There was huge damage to the assassin's left hand. The black tights had been ripped open, and the white skin inside was also torn, revealing the silver bones and a large number of silver gears in the arm.
"No wonder I didn't kick your arms and head off together. They turned out to be prosthetic limbs..."
He said half a sentence, but couldn't say the next sentence.
Because the assassin's face... let's just say it's a face. It's made entirely of silver, has a slightly liquid texture, but can make expressions. This face is a perfect replica of the face of the mind flayer Gwen.
But what is extremely uncoordinated is that his neck does not fit this delicate and small face and looks a bit bulky. And the shoulders... are also prosthetic.
Look at it from the perspective of a beginner in martial arts in Gwen.
This person's original height may have been over 1.8 meters, but he suddenly transformed into the body he is today, only about 1.5 meters tall.
There are many prosthetic bodies and the body is constantly bleeding.
He must have gone through horrific surgical deformation, as well as dangerous source power transformation and ghost possession, before he got this 'body similar to the mind flayer Gwen'.
His chest is transparent, and there is a crudely made but very well-made mechanical heart inside.
…………
If Gwen hadn't possessed the characteristic of "necessarily shutting up in battle", she might have blurted out:
"I am super, qualified for approval."
Strange to say, after he came to this world, he suddenly had the helpless feeling he had in his previous life when he faced some brainless groupies with a large amount of traffic.
