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Suddenly, a series of system prompts sounded in his mind.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to the host, the skill [Fantasy Gun Mechanism] has been activated successfully, the current level is Lv.1"
"Congratulations to the host, [Phantom Gunner]'s talent passive skills, basic passive skills, advanced passive skills, and core passive skills have all been activated successfully, and the final skills are unlocked."
The moment the reminder sounded, the flickering [Fantasy Gun Mechanism] skill box suddenly turned into a golden state.
"[Fantasy Gun Mechanism] Lv.1 (0/20000): Creation in the void, constructing firearms, consuming part of the mental power, can construct existing or non-existent firearms; the required mental power consumption increases with the degree of fantasy of the construction"
Chapter 98 Thousand Miles I Walk Alone
Looking at the description in the skill box, Chen Mo's eyelids twitched slightly.
Although he had guessed the effect of this skill a long time ago, he still couldn't help being a little surprised when he actually saw it.
Constructing guns directly with mental power...
He raised his right hand and held it empty. Under Chen Mo's gaze, countless gravel-like silver spots gathered from the void, and finally condensed into a P320-M17 pistol in his hand.
Different from the general P320-M17 pure black shell coating, this pistol exudes a silvery white shimmer all over the body. The material gives people a glass-like transparent feeling, and the gun body is constantly sprinkled with silver light spots.
Looking at the M17 that appeared in his hand, Chen Mo turned over and sat up from the tree branch, tried to pull the trigger, and a crisp crackling sound came from the muzzle, and the feel was no different from that of a real firearm.Manually withdraw the bullet from the barrel, and what I saw was a glass-like crystal exuding a soft silvery-white brilliance, which quietly turned into a spot of light and dissipated after lying in the palm of my hand for a while.
Well, don't know how to shoot...
Loading the pistol again, when Chen Mo was about to try to fire a shot, his eyes suddenly passed over the muzzle of the gun, thinking that there would be a silencer, and at the same time as he thought so, countless silver light spots flew , and finally condensed into a long silencer on the muzzle.
"Ok?"
Looking at the silencer on the muzzle with some surprise, Chen Mo stretched out his hand and gently removed it. However, the moment he got out of the pistol, the entire silencer turned into a silvery white spot and disappeared again.
Since the silencer is not a firearm, will it disappear once it is removed from the gun?
After thinking for a while, Chen Mo had a thought, and the muzzle of the gun was once again shrouded in silver-white light spots. Holding the M17 with the silencer installed, he turned his eyes half a circle, and finally locked his target on a stone on the path in front of the church. .
"sudden!"
The muffled sound of the gun was slightly dull. The moment the shot was fired, a dazzling silver-white stream shot out from the muzzle of the gun. The target stone had been blown away to nowhere. At this moment, only small pieces of compacted yellow mud could be seen. A pothole slightly larger than a fist appeared on the road.
Taking a look at the crater, Chen Mo recalled the experience of using the P320-M17 in his mind. In terms of power, the two are almost the same.
Letting go of his hand, watching the pistol dissipate into countless silvery-white light spots in mid-air, he tried some other firearms, from shotguns to rifles to submachine guns, precision rifles, sniper rifles, and finally he even tried some small and medium-sized ones. Laser weapons and particle weapons were all successfully realized, but when he tried to construct the positron cannon in EVA that directly pierced Thunder Angel, he failed for the first time.
In the sky above the outstretched palm, the silvery-white light that almost covered the entire church roared and danced wildly, and a huge and exaggerated phantom of a gun floated in it. Although it was about to condense into a solid body several times, it finally dissipated helplessly.
Is it because positron cannons are not part of construction?Or is this the limit that Lv.1 can achieve...
Withdrawing his palm, Chen Mo was contemplating when a slightly sharp tingling pain suddenly burst out from his mind, making him frown uncontrollably.
It seems that the construction of firearms requires a lot of mental energy... I just don't know how long they can last if they just maintain the existence of firearms and don't keep changing the types of firearms?
Turning over and jumping off the tree, P320-M14 resurfaced. After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo stuffed the gun directly into his trouser waist, covered the silver light effect emitted by the gun with his clothes, and then returned to the church.
The night passed, and until the milky white morning light appeared in the sky, he still didn't feel any tiredness or headache.
"It seems that simply maintaining the existence of firearms is not very mentally exhausting."
After getting the result he wanted, Chen Mo waved away the M17, and then called out the [Illusive Gunner] career inheritance interface again. He looked at the top of the entire skill tree, where there was a blue flame-like skill box.
"[Cangyanhua] Lv.1: Burn Cangyan with faith, consume a lot of mental power, and improve the inherent attributes of firearms"
It's also a finishing move, but [Illusive Gunner] is much more intuitive than [Black Swordsman]. The conditions and effects of the skill are clearly written out. The effect after turning on this skill is probably similar to enchanting. It's just that he was a little uncertain about how much this "substantial consumption of mental power" actually consumed.
Or, give it a try?
Just when Chen Mo was eager to try, there was a knock on the door, and the girl's soft voice came from outside the door.
"Uncle, are you awake?"
As an excellent nun, Selka is not only strict with herself, but also very good at being strict with others.
"Wake up, wake up, wait a minute, I'll come out right away."
Having been together for more than a year, Chen Mo has long been used to her good morning greetings, and immediately got up from the bed, opened the door and walked out.
About skills... Let's try again when we have a chance.
……
The sun and the moon change, and the climate rotates.
A few more months passed, until near the end of the year, a piece of news came back from the mouth of the businessman who was going to the central capital, and the whole Rulid Village was boiling.
Kirito, and Eugeo, both passed the end-of-year competition of the swordsman academy, and were promoted to only ten in the entire academy... Now they are one of the twelve senior swordsman-in-training!
Senior swordsman, the highest level that a swordsman's vocation can achieve. This title not only represents strength, but also means honor.Once the two of them graduate from the Swordsman Academy, at worst they can serve as the captain of the guard in the central capital, and there is a high probability that they will be recruited by the nobles as retainers, and even... if they can defeat the other ten high-level swordsmen in the academy , They also have the opportunity to enter the Axiom Church and become integrity knights representing justice and theocracy!
Various legends about Integrity Knights are circulating throughout the human world - According to legend, they have extraordinary combat skills, and every knight is a god of war who cannot be opened; Any self-important nobility is low in front of them; according to legend, they guard the human world, and the sword in each knight's hand is full of demon blood; according to legend...
Integrity knights, what a great honor!
When the news came back to Rulid Village, the villagers of the whole village were very proud. Even the old nun Azalia had a smile on her face, and Selka was in a good mood and took Chen Mo for a stroll. Had a festive night party.
At night, bonfires were lit, and braziers were set up on both sides of the street. People didn't feel sleepy at all, walking in groups of twos and threes, and the topics they exchanged with each other were all about senior swordsman-in-training and integrity knights.
Selka is no longer wearing a monk's uniform, but changed into a bright-colored dress, a turquoise suspender dress that reaches to the knees, and an orange-red coat, and the braids on the back are also put down. Her hair and skirt fluttered in the evening wind.