The big man's face was directly slapped on the ground, and his vision was blurred. His face was pressed to the ground and he couldn't feel the pain for a while. He only felt that all kinds of senses were rushing over, and then there was something intertwined.
Kind of numb and helpless.
But even so, this thought was still running through his mind: "How did the psyker fight?"
"No, my body has been elementalized! How did he catch me?"
He always felt that if he couldn't figure out these two issues, he would definitely die in peace, and then... he would really die in peace.
His head was completely pressed to the ground, and then was bombarded at close range by psychic pulses, smashing it into a big bloody cake.
This well-dressed man can use his elemental body, activate a star ring such as "control" or "communion", and his strength should be at least two rings or more. However, this guy was obviously born in a wild way, and subconsciously he felt that
The elementalization of the body means invincibility. But in fact, the so-called elementalization of low-level psychics is incomplete. Many important parts, such as the head, cannot be completely transformed. Once the enemy pinches these vital points, even
There was no chance to fight back.
If he had a reliable teacher, he would definitely tell him that the elementalization of the body is for defense, not for rushing into the enemy formation.
However, Yu Lian was really too lazy to answer this kind of thing, so he might as well send the other person to the Spirit of the Universe to ask it himself.
Since the slutty guy in the white suit just called these two people "masters", he has already explained their identities in disguise.
Stupid idealists can barely be regarded as a problem of value theory and methodology, and we should still be able to seek common ground while reserving differences. But cults are really a problem of worldview, and there is really no way to accommodate them. If you encounter them, just kill them.
Kill a few more, and the world will become cleaner and cleaner.
Yu Lian straightened up, threw aside the gloves with bloody foam on his hands, and then accelerated towards the other person supporting the light curtain over there.
This light curtain is the same as the ability developed by Major Nani in the gang-hopping battle in the West End Star Territory Battle. It is a skill called "Psychic Light Shield". The branch of the warrior is "Blood Road", and the branch of believers is "Branch".
"Spirit", the Sentinel's branch "Judgment", and the two paths of the Guardian can be mastered, which can be regarded as a relatively popular psychic combat skill.
Although it is a popular skill, it is very easy to use. A true psychic master can continuously extend it to form a psychic wall that protects thousands of people. It can also be continuously compressed to protect itself. Even the fearless main gun can
Resist.
However, it is obvious that this person is not very good at shielding. He can only deploy a two-meter by two-meter barrier to protect himself and the car behind him. Under the impact of the dense rain of bullets,
He couldn't even move forward.
Compared to the time when Major Nani opened a shield covering the entire dreadnought passage, withstood hundreds of enemy fire bombings, and could still carry forward the charge, it was really a realm-level gap!
Yes, they are both in the second ring, but this difference in realm does exist.
In game terms, the number of rings can really only represent the blue bar and level, but it really cannot represent strength, at least not absolutely.
This cultist's strength is really mediocre. Because he deployed the shield, he even lost the ability to use psychic skills to fight back. However, this guy's mind is still very active. Although he can't use psychic skills to fight back, he still can't fight back with psychic skills.
He took out a large multifunctional pistol that could fire explosive bolts from his coat.
He didn't notice at all that his comrade's face had been pressed to the floor and rubbed to pieces. He just laughed a few times at the densest crowd, then pointed his pistol diagonally at the sky, preparing to launch a projectile.
However, before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly felt his scalp numb. Without paying attention, he saw a figure leaping directly from above his deployed shield.
Before he could react, a black figure appeared in his sight, getting closer and closer to him, and then hit his forehead.
He only felt that he had been hit by a knee and the sky was dark. Three souls and seven souls were missing. Immediately afterwards, the whole person seemed to have entered a water and land dojo, with chimes, cymbals, and cymbals all ringing incessantly.
However, this guy was obviously a tank, and his physical fitness was pretty good. Although he was hit so badly, he just staggered and did not fall down. However, before he could stand firm, another blow hit his leg.
He was soft, but someone had already stomped on his knee.
His body subconsciously fell forward, his head bowed, and his mouth opened, but before he could scream, he was right on the muzzle of a pistol.
"This, this, this..." The "master" of the cult was really confused. In fact, he had considered how he would die before. It should be in a battle that could be recorded in history, and with a group of people.
A master of psychic powers fought for three days and three nights, but was defeated in the end.
A psychic, shouldn't he have such an epic ending?
"Pfft..." The muzzle of the gun fired in his mouth. The sound was muffled, but the power was increased to the extreme. His head was torn apart on the spot and turned into a mass of bloody fragments.
However, the red, white, and yellow pieces of flesh that flew out were pushed away by the opened psychic barrier, and did not touch the perpetrator at all.
"Gudu!" The onlookers from the Nine Ghost Group swallowed seriously. Everything happened too fast. They could only see that the two psychic masters suddenly turned into corpses with their heads exploded. The whole process was completely
can not see clearly.
But precisely because of this, it seems particularly terrifying.
"This, this..." Uncle Liu looked at Yu Lian's understatement and trembled with fright. He quickly thought about whether he had done anything impolite when he said hello just now.
Akinayama Hachiman continued to push up his glasses expressionlessly, looking calm as if everything was as expected.
It's a pity that some kind of uncontrollable emotion of envy, jealousy and hatred turned into a longing and unattainable sadness, flashing in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, thousands of words were spoken in the small eyes behind the glasses.
.
In less than ten seconds, the two psychics died on the spot, so fast that the triumphant smile of the man in the white suit sitting in the car didn't even have time to change.
Then, the triumphant smile froze directly on his face, looking particularly distorted.
Hereli's idea is very straightforward. Although he is an ordinary person, he has seen the combat power of psykers and has a certain understanding of occult knowledge. In his opinion, psykers are all supermen.
Two second-level "masters" are enough to deal with the forty or fifty people present.
This is his biggest trump card in this action!
However, when his biggest trump card had not yet been used, he was torn into pieces of paper. He neither screamed nor expressed pain, but completely lost the ability to react and think. He just felt blank. As if.
Everything that happened before was an unreal illusion.
After an unknown amount of time, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the painful twitching feeling finally brought him out of the unreal state.
The white suit made itself look like a petrified little animal, huddled on the chair, clasping the car door tightly, staring blankly through the car window at the double kill that had just been completed.
The hooded man who threw away the stained pistol, the so-called "technical adviser".
The corners of his mouth finally twitched, as if he had seen a Leviathan beast trapped in a human form.
"Qing, intelligence error! Is there such a master in the Nine Ghost Group? Why have I never heard of it? Wait, I heard that their ancestor...could it be that person?" Hereli didn't know if his guess was correct.
But no matter which one, he was sure that this must be the best psychic master he had ever seen in his life!
Killing two second-level rings in an instant is something that neither the bishop of the diocese nor the protector in the Big Apple City can do!
No, no! You must inform them! Hereli reached out to start the vehicle, but his body was still shaking like a shuttle, and his fingers were trembling slightly, but they could not touch the scanner.
"Calm down! My right hand!" He said to himself: "My vehicle has tank-level armor and shields at the main station. Don't be afraid! Even such a master can't take me out that easily.
Yes! Yes, nothing will happen to me! I will definitely escape!"
He gritted his teeth and was about to touch the scanner again, but saw that the hooded "evil star" had already strode to his car door, stretched out his hand and poked the car armor.
"You...I..." Hereli looked at the other party. He was obviously so frightened that he couldn't even control his mouth and couldn't even say a complete sentence. But at this moment, a flattery appeared on his face.
smile.
Yes, it’s the kind of smile a bank account manager would use when meeting a tycoon with a net worth of tens of billions.
At that moment, Herreli was almost moved by his professionalism and professionalism.
"I'm just an errand boy." He finally regained control of his tongue and begged.
Yu Lian, who was regarded as a "peerless evil star", still wore a hood to cover half of his face. The corners of his mouth were exposed in the shadow under the hood, and a serious smile appeared: "Oh, you hope I let you go?
"
"Yes, you are a transcendent, a great psychic master. Don't be like me and just run errands!"
"Then come down and talk. Based on your sincerity, I will consider whether to let you go."
Hereli still couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but for some reason, he seemed to really see those bright eyes. He was in a trance and subconsciously said: "Okay, okay...wait, why should I come down! No.
, what are you doing to me?”
Yu Lian curled his lips and sighed inwardly that he failed to control his mind for the first time.
Although the guy in the car is a polite scumbag, his willpower is actually far above the average of ordinary people. Moreover, the efficiency of mind control is somewhat affected by the bulletproof glass of a car.
The failure to control the mind made Yu Lian feel a bit of mental discomfort for an instant. But then, the spiritual circulation that had been implanted in the sea of consciousness started on its own, and the spiritual energy in the internal circulation repaired the problem in an instant.
A weak backlash.
Yu Lian thought for two seconds, then simply stretched his hands under the chassis of the car, gritted his teeth and exerted force, shouted "Get up!", and then only heard a loud "Boom!", and it happened on the spot.
A sturdy armored car flipped upside down.
It must be admitted that directly overturning an armored car weighing more than two tons required a little effort on the body function of the energy adjuster. Fortunately, the car did not overturn in the end.
Yu Lian wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a big breath, and took out a pack of wrinkled old sword cards from his pocket. But before he took it out, he saw Uncle Six approaching him with a smile on his face.
, holding a gold-encased Green Garden Bay torpedo in both hands.
Yu Lian took a deep look at the other person and accepted it with a smile.
Akinayama Hachiman opened his information terminal and listened to the news from the other side. His eyes under his glasses became abnormal again.