Overturned Tower

This kind of power can still be sprayed continuously, is this reasonable?

This is really a handheld sprayer, isn't it a cluster gun?

Russell was actually not sure how many bullets the opponent still had.

If the opponent only has two bullets in the gun, then now is the safest moment; but if there are more than four or even eight bullets, and only two bursts can be fired at a time, it will be very dangerous for Russell to rush in next. .

——However, it cannot be delayed any longer.

If people hear the sound coming together, the probability of accidentally injuring innocent passengers and flight attendants will be greatly increased.

In other words, the probability is [-]%—whoever comes to see will die.

At least turn the opponent's gun in the direction and stop aiming at the corridor...

Although he became more fearful and tense to the point where his heart was beating violently, Russell's body became more dexterous and supple instead.

Thoughts turned, but in an instant.

Just as the door was blown out, and before the smoke dissipated when it landed, Russell bowed his waist and rushed in directly against the wind, and immediately bounced and rolled to one side the moment he entered the room.

The man had fired two rounds and was reloading.I just loaded the first one, and the moment I saw someone coming in, I immediately pulled the trigger on the door.

But obviously, Russell's small size and dexterity made the opponent somewhat unexpected.Moreover, the sharp noise of the iron door dragging on the ground also covered the sound of Russell's footsteps when he rushed in.

Russell arched and rolled in, less than two palms above the ground.

Almost all the projectiles poured over Russell, only one grazed Russell's back.

His clothes were torn, and the blood didn't even have time to soak out immediately.

Russell, however, felt almost no pain.

At the moment of injury, his green pupils suddenly tightened into the vertical pupils of a feline.

The world in front of me seemed to become dim and slow.

After he rolled and landed in a very awkward position, he landed on three limbs and dragged on the ground.

With the help of the long tail adjusting the angle of the spine, the extremely soft body regained its balance.

In the process of rolling, the bright red light blade he was holding was dragging on the ground, bursting out clusters of sparks.When the projectiles hit the blade, they burst into an extremely bright light, but Russell hardly felt the impact.

This momentary phenomenon gave Russell a new idea.

It only took him a moment to finish observing the gangster.

That guy was wearing a mask like the other three mercenaries, and even his ears were wrapped in protective equipment.It is impossible to judge the specific relatives only by observation.His physique was close to two meters, and his arms were so strong that they were twice as thick as Russell's thighs. There were not many traces of prosthetic body modification—except for his left arm, which was a prosthetic body, only a strange metal belt was tied around his waist.

And the spray gun in his hand is almost the same as the one that Bad Day took out before.The only difference is that there is an extra thick tube in the front...it seems to make the projectile more concentrated.

But that's why it didn't hurt Russell completely.

The gangster realized that a shot was missed and did not try to forcefully reload.

Instead, he held a shotgun in his right hand, and opened his left hand to Russell.

Looking at the glowing black hole in the palm of his left hand, Russell suddenly felt a great sense of crisis in his heart.

He immediately turned the blade of his right hand sideways, obliquely blocking it in front of him.

The moment the red hot projectile was fired, Russell could clearly see its trajectory.

He was half reacting, half predicting.

Aiming at the trajectory of the projectile hitting at high speed, the pupils stretched to the limit.

A distorted shadow became extremely clear in his dim vision.

Russell pulled the blade horizontally and slashed——

I saw that "bullet" suddenly burst into a brilliant flame.

Russell suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

The next moment, it exploded.

Although there is no snug Russell explosion.But at this distance, the shock wave caused by the explosion suddenly threw Russell backwards, stumbling into the wall.

His back, which had been scratched by the projectile before, was hit hard again, and his chest felt tight.

Under the severe pain, Russell only felt a blank in front of his eyes, his arms were numb for a while, and he had to use all his strength to hold the weapon in his hand... But even so, his brain's thinking almost came to a standstill.

This is thanks to Russell cutting it in half ahead of time, greatly reducing the power of the explosion.

If it did hit Russell, I'm afraid he would be blown to nothing.

But fortunately, the explosion is also fair--

The air wave swept across, and directly shattered the table between the two of them.

The ground in the captain's room shook, and the cups and plates shattered all over the place.The middle-aged man, who was tied to the captain's seat and decorated with bird feathers on his temples, quietly pressed a hidden button while taking advantage of the chaos.

At this time, the head of the elf old man who was tied up in the corner was hit hard against the wall.Suddenly woke up with a muffled grunt.

He just woke up and opened his eyes.

Just in time to see a masked gangster holding a shotgun, his head flew out high.Blood gushed out like a spring, and sprinkled behind him.

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted slightly.

He didn't yell immediately - when he turned his head, he saw the boy with cat ears who was thrown to the wall by the air wave, holding a bloody light blade.

Soon, he focused his gaze on the light blade in the boy's hand.

"...the saint beheaded?"

He murmured hesitantly.

Chapter 9 Freezing the symbol of power

"...Your Excellency, are you alright?"

When Russell woke up from the brief paralysis caused by the impact and severe pain, he heard a steady and old voice coming from the corner.

He didn't respond immediately, but immediately raised the sharp blade enduring the severe pain, and looked at the mercenary who was originally confronting him.

But what came into view was only a headless corpse lying on the ground.

……fine.

Your Excellency Bad Day finally did not betray me.

Russell had some complicated thoughts in his heart.

He knows very well that it is impossible to even get close at his own level.Not to mention beheading with one sword.

Under the extreme fear and tension before, the miracle of being able to chop off projectiles with a sword is almost impossible to perform again.If Russell was asked to perform again, he might just be killed on the spot.

However, as long as he makes a mistake once, I am afraid that he will be blown to nothing...

... no, wait.

It turned out to be the case.

Russell suddenly realized the train of thought of the bad day.

Because Russell is a fake hero, this sword was not cut by him at all.He has no military training, so his dexterous body depends entirely on the talent he got from his soul relatives.

Just as humans with dogs as soul relatives may acquire a sense of smell close to that of canines; humans with pigeons as soul relatives may inherit the ability to recognize the direction of magnetic fields.These are not necessarily changes in organs, but more of a kind of "spiritual connection" that is almost superpower.

For example, Bad Day, his nose structure is the same as Russell's, but his sense of smell is probably stronger than that of ordinary people - as for how strong it can be, it depends on luck.

It's like Russell's mother - her digestive system is not weak, just like ordinary people.Even other foods and medicines are not contraindicated and can be eaten normally.

But she just can't eat chocolate...just because "neither can desert cats".There is no other reason.

This unreasonable connection that transcends causality is the "spiritual relative" passed down through blood.

In order to prevent your child from belching due to some taboos suddenly, when young children begin to gradually become spiritualized, they need to undergo a physical examination to identify individual peculiarities and clarify personal taboos and strengths.

The bad day must have been when I got my medical report from my parents when I was young.That's why he knew that he could remain relatively safe in battle.

However, with Russell's strength, facing an enemy of this level, it is difficult to defeat even one-on-one.

Not to mention one against four.

——So, Bad Day is intentionally waiting to get hurt.

At least the injury must be to the extent that it will obviously affect the combat effectiveness.For example, obvious damage to internal organs, muscles and bones.

Only in this way, after Russell became famous, it would not bring him troubles that he could not solve because his fame was much higher than the real level.

Russell had an excuse of "not as strong as in the news".

That said, bad days have been borderline OB.At the moment when the other party caused enough obvious injuries to himself, Bad Sun immediately beheaded the man out of thin air at a distance of [-] meters, without letting him inflict a truly fatal injury on himself.

...You should tell me in advance.

Russell muttered in his heart, and slowly let go of his heart.

Of course, Russell also knew it in his heart—if he already knew that he was going to be injured intentionally, the injury might be even worse.For example, he may not be able to explode the projectile that explodes.And without enough determination, I am afraid that it is impossible to stimulate the real power of this psionic arm.

But this feeling of surviving after a catastrophe still made him feel exhausted.

"--Your Mightiness?"

The old man called out again, and Russell finally realized it.

"I am fine."

Although he was still very tired and complained in his heart, Russell immediately put on a very pure business smile: "Don't worry, old sir. The remaining three have also been knocked down by me. We are safe .”

It's "we" not "you".

Russell emphasized this point emphatically.

"Great, sir! You saved our lives!"

Tied to the captain's chair, the captain who could only operate the empty boat in front of him and couldn't turn his head could not see Russell's appearance at all, so he could only shout loudly without turning his head: "After you recover some physical strength, can you Do you want to untie me as soon as possible? I can’t reach the control lever that makes the airship start to slow down and descend, so I can only control the airship to hover above the island of happiness.”

"no problem……"

Russell replied gently.

He didn't bear the pain, but made no secret of his weakness, staggered, and walked to the captain.

After he lost his "determination", the light blade on the psionic weapon also disappeared.It changed back to the ordinary short sword before.

Russell panted heavily, and vigorously picked up the rope on the captain's body.And carefully removed a device with needles hanging around his neck.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and untied the old man in the corner.

Even though his jacket was removed, he was tied to a corner, unable to move, and handcuffed, he was still hale and hearty, with calm and calm eyes.It was as if he had already seen a scene many times bigger than this, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Yes, this was an extremely rare old elf—the clock in the corner of Russell's field of vision told him that the year was 1202.

The word "elf" is the transliteration of "longevity species" in human language.The pronunciation of the word "human" also comes from the "short-lived species" in the elf language.

The biggest difference from humans is that elves do not have the phenomenon of "spiritual relatives".They don't develop any bestial features, just pointy ears.

In Russell's view, these elves are more like "human beings" in his impression than "human beings".

In fact... Among the knowledge Russell has learned, some elf scholars believe that the phenomenon of "spiritual relatives" is a kind of "deterioration".

If all the animal features are removed through the computer model, the last thing left is the appearance of an elf.They believe that it is precisely because of the phenomenon of spiritual relatives that "short-lived species" cannot obtain a long life span.

Russell thought so too back then, but now Russell knows—this is nonsense.The knowledge of another world told him that even without furry cat ears and dog ears, he would still not be able to live for a hundred years.

But all elves have a lifespan of more than a thousand years.

But the one in front of Russell was already very old.

This means that this old man was probably born before the "zero year".

"Please don't move around, or I may cut you."

Russell softly whispered, untying the old man.

The old man nodded slightly.

As for status...

No need to worry.

It can almost be said that all elves - one hundred percent, are big men.