Hunter: I'm really not a mind remover

Chapter 154 You are... crazy to kill.

The man in the hooded cloak was the standard attire of the Seirin team before this operation.

In the chaotic scene, more than a dozen people wearing the same cloak could barely be seen.

As for the other people present, they should be people who were originally in Shivadani City.

Some of them have the ability to read, and there is a high probability that they are professional hunters.

And the rest of them are not ordinary people.

Although they don't know how to read abilities, judging from the fighting skills they showed in the melee, they should be the kind of amateur hunters with good skills.

Ordinary citizens would have been lying on the ground long before the chaos started.

However, the culprit who caused the huge commotion was not the members of the Qingling team, nor were these skilled hunters.

It's the various derivatives of the mind space catalyzed by imagination, most of which are huge and deformed unknown organisms.

They rampage on the street, attacking outsiders frantically.

The advantage brought by the size alone can form a destructive force that cannot be underestimated.

In this thought space...

All beings can be distinguished into two types.

One is real existence and the other is false existence.

street at the moment.

The cars that could be seen everywhere were either beyond recognition, or were overturned to the ground, or ignited raging fire.

Tall buildings on both sides of the street.

Some were badly damaged and crumbling.

Some have already begun to tilt and tilt, as if they will collapse into ruins in the next second.

The flat road is already riddled with holes.

Fire, dust, smoke.

The doomsday-like scene is exactly the environment created by the fierce collision between truth and falsehood.

Moyou's replica stepped into the battle circle step by step.

In such a chaotic battle, his gray body is just an inconspicuous existence at this moment.

Then, he set his sights on a member of Seirin's team wearing a cloak.

"..."

After a moment of silence, the feet of Moyu's clone turned into shadows and merged with the ground, and immediately, like a ghost, quietly came behind the member of the Qinglin team.

The member of the Qinglin team with a sharp knife in his hand didn't realize that he was dealing with an extremely hard ball.

The diameter of this sphere is at least five meters. Due to the lack of color rendering, it is difficult to judge the specific material.

But through the prism surface structure characteristics of the giant sphere, it can basically be concluded that it is a diamond.

"No wonder it's so hard!"

This is the true thought of the members of the Qinglin team.

"How could someone materialize this kind of thought?"

This is another true inner thought of the members of the Qinglin team.

No matter how many thoughts he has at the moment, he must get rid of this giant diamond ball entangled with him as soon as possible.

Because after excluding a large number of ordinary people who will only directly become the spiritual nourishment of the space, there are still many professional hunters and amateur hunters in Shivadani City.

This group, in terms of combat power and spiritual will, is far from being comparable to ordinary people.

What the Qinglin team has to do now is to use the advantages brought by the "Nian Space" to eliminate as much as possible those people who can be active in the "Nian Space" for a long time.

Only in this way can the duration of the "mind space" be extended to the maximum, thereby holding back the combat forces of the Hunter Association.

Everything is to help the spread environment of "Swamp Man Phenomenon".

"Too much time wasted on your broken ball!"

The members of the Qinglin team with sharp knives in their hands had cold eyes.

The melee here is like this, but their strength is undoubtedly the strongest, so it is only a matter of time before this place is cleared.

Driven by the members of the Qinglin team, the sharp knife entwined with thought power pierced the air and stabbed at the giant diamond, and the sharp end of the end was wrapped with a comet tail flame.

This blow seemed overwhelming.

Regrettably--

The sharp knife with sharp vigor failed to stab the giant diamond.

Because the clone of Moyu cut the neck of this member of the Qinglin team with a wave of his palm.

There was a chirping sound.

The huge heads of the members of the Qinglin team flew into the sky, and the broken brims of their hats floated to the ground like remnants of cloth.

"W-what...!?"

The head that flew into the air looked at Moyou who kept waving his palms with his eyes wide open.

He understood what was happening in an instant, with a look of anger and unwillingness on his face.

Then—

The head of this dead member of the Qinglin team, together with the body, shattered into gray fragments that filled the sky, and then disappeared.

And where the gray fragments flew, fine cracks that were hard to see with the naked eye appeared.

After killing a Qinglin team member with just one blow, the Moyu clone looked at a fat professional hunter nearby.

Swish-!
The clone of Moyu seemed to be a deadly ghost, and with a precise timing, he came to the fat professional hunter in a flash.

At this moment, it happened to be the time when the chubby professional hunter exhausted his old strength and failed to generate new strength in order to block the enemy's attack.

Immediately afterwards, the chubby professional hunter saw the clone of Moyou that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Before he could react, his eyes went dark.

It was the clone of Moyu who punched the chubby professional hunter in the head.

From stepping into the battlefield until now, in just five seconds, the Moyou clone killed two mind-ability users one after another.

Even so, the Moyu clone didn't intend to stop at all.

His gray eyes moved slightly to the next target.

This glance is like the gaze of death.

In the melee.

Although more than a dozen members of the Qinglin team fought independently, they were able to take the lead in the melee.

It can be seen from this that their strength is indeed the strongest in this melee.

Whether it is professional hunters or amateur hunters, and even the "things of thought" created by the space of thought, they are all cleared out one by one under their fierce offensive.

"No notable opponents."

A muscular man in a cloak casually squeezed the head of a professional hunter with one hand, and then squinted at the surrounding battle situation.

From the start of the clearing operation to now, half of the targets have been cleared out by them.

So far, among all the hostile targets, including these average-strength "things of thought", there is no conspicuous opponent.

"It's time to warm up."

The muscular man thought so, and continued to kill.

It's just that he didn't notice...

There is a grey, elusive death god, who is moving quickly through the chaotic battlefield, quietly but powerfully harvesting all outsiders in the mind space.

When the muscular man realized that something was wrong, of the dozen or so members he led, there were already four left...

"what happened?!"

After being stunned, the muscular man finally noticed the clone of Moyou, who had been killed to a super god.

He just happened to see the process of Moyu's clone killing a companion in a neat way, and his heart couldn't help but startled.

It's a thought thing in human form...

the other side.

Mojo and Pjorn are already in position on the fringes of the fray.

"You are... crazy to kill."

Pijorn looked at Moyou beside him with weird eyes.

She could clearly see the behavior of the duplicate body killing randomly in the battle circle.

Simply cold and cruel...

It made her feel like she reacquainted with Moyu.

"that's not me."

Moyo opened his mouth to correct Pjorn.

"No, that's you."

Pjorn said very firmly.

In her opinion, the acting style and behavior of the replica are completely replicas of Moyou.

(End of this chapter)