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[The Fourth Evil Night Monster] 337 Hunting the Devil

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337 Hunting the Devil

It's terrible.

The first impression of this demon is that it is ugly in appearance and slow in movement. In addition to spraying strongly corrosive yellow water, the flesh dropped on the body has strong reproductivity, and it seems to have no advantages. Faced with an attack by the security guard of the ruling bureau, it is like a slow-moving target. Because its appearance is melted, it will give people a fragile illusion. It is surprising that it has not been shattered by a storm-like saturated ammunition. After being beaten into a sieve, there is still no sign of death, which also makes people feel hairy. However, it was able to launch a powerful shock wave. It seemed that the harmless turtle suddenly exposed Bai Sensen's teeth.

My heart is still pounding, and my heart is palpitating. In the struck building, I pierce through the flying dust to find the figure that may exist. If directly hit, Father Sissen will definitely not survive, but Father Sissen's super power is to control the air pressure. In the final analysis, although the devil's cannon is powerful, the power should still be spread through the air, so Father Sisen, who can control the air pressure, should not be knocked down so easily.

Should I say that it was fortunate that Father Sissen was attacked? If the devil chooses to target others, at least Tritty is unlikely to survive.

After firing a cannonball, the demon regained his original slowness. Its body was swaying in place, it looked weak and could not help but was staggered by the intensive shooting of the security guards, but this kind of appearance set off its terrible, how many bullets did this guy get hit? Its body was originally cut off by a third, but now the missing part is still only a third. I don't know when it will come again, it looks like it is hesitating for whom to choose for the second goal.

I don't want to be treated as a target, so when it turned to me, I immediately ran like a one-story building nearby, isolated its sight with the help of a wall, and then went out from the window on the other side. I tried to hide behind the devil and ran towards the building where a big hole was dug. Soon I saw the burly figure coming out of the misty sand.

In the other direction, Omi and Tracy have also merged. Jin Jiang still carried the suitcase with one hand, and grabbed the chainsaw with one hand in a relaxed and calm manner. She and my eyes met, and nodded gently. Cui Di stared at the building destroyed by the shocking cannon with a terrified expression. Under the dim street light, her face seemed to be frozen.

Neither of us greeted us with a voice, for fear that we would alarm the terrifying demon at this time. This is a bit different from the original intention of attracting the attention of the demon, but we were really taken aback by the attack of this demon.

Father Sisson ’s tunic-style coat became crumpled, and there were obvious tears in several places, just like it was picked up from the trash can. His expression was as embarrassing as his clothes, but he seemed to have no serious injuries except for some bruises. There was also a lingering expression on his face, standing across the street and gesturing towards us.

What he meant was: actively attack the demon.

Tweety moved between Father Sisen and the demon with a startled and frightened look, somewhat hesitant. Her fear and hesitation are understandable, but if you do n’t attack, the demon seems to be difficult to die in the attack of the security guard. If you choose to escape, it will be equivalent to exposing your back to this terrifying guy and let it Lock one of us leisurely and break us one by one with a powerful shock wave gun.

If this happens, at least one person will die before we completely escape from its range of attack. Moreover, since this demon can track us through the phone booth line, it is inevitable that he will not reapply his old skills after we are away. Only by killing it here, or perhaps by killing four security guards, can temporary security be guaranteed.

Of course, although Father Sissen believes that security guards are hostile to us, they did not actively attack us in the presence of demons. If we clash with them after killing demons, they will be blacklisted by the security network Right.

I can imagine that after killing these four security guards, more security guards will swarm like ants defending the territory.

As Father Sisson warned, things will become very troublesome.

However, after all, I still can't treat those college students as abandoned children, and still feel that I can deal with the trouble afterwards.

So without further ado, I grabbed the folding knife and made a squatting start on the ground.

The demon turned his back to me, only ten meters away. The bullet of the security guard shot from the right side like a blue streamer. As if the demon's body had some kind of attraction, one disappeared in its body without leaking. There has been no stray bullets before. If the devil is still being beaten, then it should not appear after a while.

I encouraged myself and took a deep breath. As the air is drawn into the lungs, the heart seems to be pressed tightly by this breath.

On the other side, Omi rang the motor of the chainsaw, and Cui Di also started shooting. Father Sisen also displayed super powers, summoning gusts of wind and cyclones, trying to use the power of air pressure and wind to be harmed by the motor. The demon whose bullet attracted attention was trapped in place.

Without much effect, the demon itself moves slowly, and under the pressure of air, it is not necessarily slower than before.

"Father! Stop!" I shouted.

When the airflow slowed, I kicked off and started!

I felt that my breathing and heartbeat began to become heavy and slow, like a huge stone tied, but the operation of these organs was more intense than usual. This is not the first time I have entered this state, but every time I feel very fresh.

The world is slow, and I even have the mood to turn my head and glance at the direction of the security guard. In this state of high-speed galloping, the field of vision also seems to be clearer than before. The bullets were still flying in mid-air at a terrifying speed, the air in front of the trajectory was squeezed, and a long wrinkle trail was left at the tail end of the bullet.

These bullets are like needles, probably not driven by gunpowder, the shell is surrounded by blue fluorescence. When they shoot into the body of the demon, a slight explosion occurs. In the field of vision where most things have become slow, the shooting of these bullets is still so dense and rapid. Although you can see the details, in a blink of an eye, the dense flesh and blood has exploded from the demon.

Nonetheless, these explosions cannot completely suppress the reproduction of the demon's flesh and blood. These new flesh and blood are constantly filling the honeycomb wounds under the nourishment of the yellow water. At this rate of destruction and reparation, I am afraid that within a few hours, demons will be difficult to destroy.

All I have to do is to break this balance. If the folding knife in my hand can kill the spell composed of gray fog, then it should also be able to affect the demons composed of gray fog. Even if it cannot be killed, as long as it can restrain the fertility of this flesh and blood, the security guard of the ruling bureau can destroy it.

The demon was attracted by the sound of a chainsaw from Omi, and I clearly saw its abdomen start to agitate. Jin Jiang also seemed to be planning to come here. Cui Di's pistol bullets hit the demon's flesh one after another, and then was digested by the oozing yellow water and creeping flesh. At the beginning of all this, I finally came to the devil with the air that became heavy like sea water.

It didn't respond at all, more like it didn't even notice that the enemy had come to him. Its destructive power is amazing, but its reaction and perception are extremely low. Apart from being able to move through the telephone network, I don't think it is more threatening than the **** dog. It's like repeating the feeling thousands of times, the brain doesn't have to think, let the body naturally move the arm, the folding knife cuts in front of my eyes seventeen times.

In a slow world, the folding knife swings like a fast shot. I don't know what it looks like to people outside, but it must be terrible.

Although the part I cut is not the back that is under the saturation attack of the security guard of the ruling bureau, but if this folding knife can really affect the things formed by the fog, no matter where the wound is, it should be Can work.

When the blade cuts into this piece as if melting, I can feel a resistance that is tougher as I go deeper, which makes me have to spend more power if I want to cut off its head or limbs, and it is bound to let The speed of swinging the knife is reduced. But I don't need to kill it personally, just let the mysterious interference of the folding knife offset its regeneration ability.

I used to attack the demon's head, neck, chest, arms, abdomen, abdomen, and thighs before the remaining time of high-speed movement was used up. I came to the front from his side, dipped the dagger into the mouth it used to emit shock waves, and came to the side of it again, repeating the previous seventeen divisions.

It is certainly not easy to do this kind of thing.

The danger came from the bullets that accidentally fired at me because Tridity could not recognize them because of the high-speed movement. When I shot down the bullet with a folding knife, I realized the heavy power from the tiny body of the bullet.

For a while, me, the demon, and the ruling security guard were almost in a straight line. If the bullets of ordinary pistols only made my wrists heavy, then the bullets that accidentally penetrated the demon security guard were not so good Yes, you have to know that even in a slow vision, it is the only exception. I do n’t know where it will penetrate the demon. I ’m so close to the demon that I have to risk being hit from close range to avoid it. In addition, there may be stray bullets that deviate from the devil.

Fortunately, in this state of high-speed movement, my responsiveness and dynamic vision are at a corresponding level, which allows me to more easily see the trajectory of these bullets while concentrating, and produce a more acute crisis intuition.

So, I still finished what I should do. When finally disengaging in the direction of Omi, I noticed that the movement of the devil's abdomen agitation stopped. Perhaps the subtle movement of the devil's abdomen before was a preparatory action for launching a shock wave. Now it cannot be completed.

It was painful. It was originally a painful appearance, but after being cut by my folding knife, the painful will seemed to be further amplified. I don't know how it feels now, because I think it has been pursuing pain, maybe my attack is just right for its appetite.

What a disgusting monster. I couldn't help but think that the pursuit of pain, the spread of pain, in a sense is not much different from the pursuit of happiness, the transfer of happiness, but what is finally obtained is the opposite. Who does normal human want to suffer? Therefore, this is the key to what we consider to be a "demon".

At this point, it is more in line with the title of "devil" than the **** dog who has a humanized emotion and will be angry because he is hurt.

The time of high-speed movement is over, as if the suffocation of the fish leaving the water overwhelms me. The feeling of wanting to breathe but unable to proceed because of visceral failure, the kind of weakness that makes one can't help but think of the overdraft of life, no matter how many times the review is done, you can not get used to it. The instinct from the body most truly reflects the injury I have suffered. Nevertheless, there is a vague thought that tells me that I can continue.

A body supported me from behind without falling down in this strong sense of weakness. I couldn't see the man's face, but the familiar temperature and outline were telling who was behind me. It was Omi, and the chainsaw in her hand was buzzing. I saw her rushing up before, but before I came to the demon, I had ended the attack.

She took a step back, and I felt that the support had turned into a cold and hard suitcase, and then the chainsaw flew out of my side, penetrating the demon ahead in a whistling manner.

The demon's inherently unstable body was driven backwards by the penetration of the force, and was supported by the saw blade emerging from the back. It did not fall down, and the rapidly rotating chain saw continued to splash swarf-like flesh and fountains. Normal yellow water, and white smoke rises under the corrosion of yellow water. The bullet of the security guard who lost his target because the demon body fell out of balance fell through the air and shot into the thick fog at the end of the street, and the sound of something nailed came from afar.

I don't know whether the folding knife's cutting worked, or the damage of the chainsaw became the last straw to crush the devil. The demon also seems to be aware of his end, constantly struggling with saturation attacks by security guards, but he can't move his body until the chainsaw is completely corroded. The saw blade pierced from behind stuck into the ground as if it were a sacred wooden stake nailing it in place.

I do n’t know how much ammunition the security guards fired during this time, but they never seem to worry about running out of ammunition. The damage to the demon from the bullets that regrouped on the demon is rapidly overwhelming the demon's ability to regenerate. The demon seemed to return to the light, firing a blasting cannon that made the air of the whole street tremble in the air, and then the body began to become transparent, as if the flesh and blood filling the body were hollowed out, leaving only lines that outline the structure. These lines are again twisted into a series of gray codes, and it seems that they want to escape back to the telephone network.

The bullets of the security guard also began to fail, directly penetrating the code line and affecting the surrounding buildings. Fortunately, we have long avoided the lines that might be affected, so that we can sigh the power of this bullet from the perspective of bystanders. The buildings hit by bullets turned into honeycombs, and the walls collapsed.

In the short time before the four security guards stopped shooting, the buildings at the end of the street were completely destroyed, and the roar of the collapse was endless.

Seemingly realizing that his attack was completely ineffective, the security guard stopped the attack, closed his mouth, and swallowed the muzzle back. The gray code string hovered in place for a while, and then burrowed into the phone booth not far away. The security guard did not respond. The bell of the phone booth rang again, but only once, it seemed to be cut off by something. Immediately afterwards, the entire telephone booth seemed to be loaded with dozens of pounds, making a bang, and was blown into the air in the firelight.

Seeing this cool scene, although I don't understand what the security network system is doing, it still makes people want to whistle. If the scene permits, I want to smoke a cigarette to celebrate the victory, but I know that the battle is not completely over, and now it is our turn to have headaches for the four security guards.

The security guard was on standby in place, and seemed to be receiving instructions from the safety network. Then, the long neck twisted neatly towards us. Their faces are like masks, they are dull and pale like dead faces, they do n’t look like eyeballs ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Nevertheless, they are still "living", I think every one here Everyone feels it, full of cold and malicious sight on himself.

"Hey, we just helped kill the monster!" Tweety shouted, but the security guard was unmoved, as if watching us, twisting his head strangely.

Although they did not fight immediately, I think they would not let us go. Of the four of us, perhaps only Father Sissen is on the safe list, or even he may be targeted because of the chaotic state of the security network system because he is not an original resident.

"Father Sisen, what are the weaknesses of these guys?" I asked.

"There are almost no shortcomings." Father Sisen rubbed his cheeks. "These security guards are probably the most perfect form of the lowest-volume production models. Their bodies are hard and adaptable to the environment. You also see weapons. It ’s that strange kind of firearms. Have you seen their limbs? They are as flexible as orangutans and can climb and jump in almost any environment. You must stop them unless they are buried in reinforced concrete. The only thing is to talk Perhaps the weak point is their joints, and if they can destroy their heads, they can stop their operation. "

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