Chapter 1241: The End

Basil stepped on the shuttle and moved quickly in the Gobi desert, while the disc-shaped detector guided the route ahead.

This is not a tracker specifically for Mo Ye, but an instrument for detecting signs of life. In places where creatures are scarce, using this method to search for targets is also a good way.

It will sound an alarm if it finds any objects with signs of life, and scan autonomously.

It took an hour for Basil to go from being angry at the beginning to being enthusiastic, and now being impatient and impatient. During this hour, hundreds of Skeleton Bird members had their lives terminated one after another.

Like the skeletons hanging in the corridor of the underground palace, they were suspended in mid-air by towering soil thorns, showing ferocious and painful distorted faces, with fine wounds all over their bodies, bloody red all over their bodies, giving the desolate Gobi With a touch of treachery.

It's easy to see how these people's deaths would never be pleasant.

Time became extremely slow, and every minute was a spiritual test for Basil. His mood became more and more impatient, and he desperately wanted to find out Mo Ye and end this cat-and-mouse game.

Hunting has become torture instead of fun.

He didn't even notice that a simulated mechanical mosquito was following behind him hundreds of meters away, watching its every move.

But obviously, Mo Ye had no such plan.

Psychological torture can intensify the physical blow, and Mo Ye naturally remembers the teachings of the unscrupulous master and takes it seriously.

The current Bazzor is no different from having a negative buff, because of the change in mood, both insight and sense of crisis have degenerated.

In this regard, Mo Ye expressed his satisfaction.

That's great.

Bazzor watched another interruption of the life signal in the team channel, and understood that this meant that another member of the Skeleton Bird died. His face was so gloomy that black ink dripped out, and the crimson color in his eyes became more intense.

"Trash" spit out these two words without emotion, and Bazuor continued to rely on the location of the dead regiment member to analyze Mo Ye's whereabouts.

However, he stopped not long after... two alternate expressions of anger and comprehension appeared on his face in an instant, and the fierce and fierce face appeared even more terrifying.

"Space Saint,

It's such an exciting and troublesome character." Basil finally stopped in his tracks, no longer scurrying around like a headless chicken.

Mo Ye noticed Bazuor's behavior in the dimension space, and subconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth. Finally understand?

That was teased. Who is the person who becomes a headless chicken?

Now that the other party has understood, then this hunt can enter the final stage, and it is time to end.

The psychological damage has achieved its intended goal. Now it's time to get a little more practical.

Mo Ye always had black and cold swirls in his sleepy and lazy eyes, as if they were going to swallow and destroy everything she focused on. If someone looked into her eyes at this time, they would be extremely surprised.

Basil stopped his pursuit. Deliberately exposing himself completely, he was sure that Mo Ye would definitely appear.

His deduction was indeed more than half correct. Mo Ye had actually been paying attention to him.

The hunter hiding in the dark, since Mo Ye came to this planet, is no longer the skeleton bird pirate group.

"rustle"

"rustle"

The gravel on the ground trembled slightly, slowly flowing in one direction.

The already cold temperature seemed to drop a few degrees in an instant, and even just breathing was enough to freeze the nose.

The sudden drop in temperature was accompanied by a large area of ​​ice on the ground. Snowflakes fell one by one in the sky, and the ice grew crazily upwards to form a cage of icicles that surrounded Basil, and quickly shrank inward from all sides.

"Do you think this little trick can deal with me?"

Basil stepped on the shuttle and stood in the air. With his backhand, he drew the weapon behind his back, something like a bazooka. It slammed into the ground violently.

"boom"

The powerful force penetrated almost the entire ice surface.

With the sound of clicking, the cracks in the spider web spread around.

Bazuor is a saint-level powerhouse with a physical breakthrough. He has awakened the energy of the fire attribute. His attack is enough to destroy and burn everything he wants to destroy.

Dark red streaks appear faintly on the black weapon. The hot temperature burst out, and the icy ground was like a hot iron, emitting a red light.

Bazuor jumped up and threw away the shuttle, and the heat wave rolled.

This punch has the hottest temperature, and the strong impact makes the surrounding energy fluctuations extremely change, such instability even affects the stability of the dimensional space.

The unstable dimensional space is prone to collapse due to energy fluctuations and images.

Bazuor's murderous intent is very heavy, from the teasing at the beginning to the hatred now, the killing intent is so strong that one can easily smell it.

This guy didn't have the bad habit of procrastinating before the war.

The power of the domain burst out immediately.

In Bazuor's view, Mo Ye is no different from a nouveau riche. There are too many things that I don't know about the level of the holy level when I just advanced to the holy level. The combat experience cannot be compared with him. There are advantages to speak of.

It has to be said that he is completely correct in thinking this way and adopting such a fighting strategy.

Even with the more than a hundred years in Logar, Mo Ye's current age is only about the same as the time when Bazuor was sanctified.

Naturally, without the opponent's rich combat experience, the grasp of the energy of the holy stage is even more incomparable.

Baazor has been sanctified for more than a hundred years.

He has a deep understanding of the power control of the holy level and the display of combat skills.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is easy to handle. Even though Basil is a brutal pervert who commits all kinds of crimes, his fighting style is extremely restrained and technical.

It's just that Basil's rational thinking at this moment is gradually collapsing.

The Skeleton Bird didn't mean to underestimate Mo Ye at all. Although Markas didn't come in person, the location they chose, the team they sent and the two senior saints were definitely the top combat power in the Skeleton Bird. Any saint who knows has more than 80% certainty of winning.

But everything has accidents.

Mo Ye was that accident.

There is no gap between the two-star magister and the experienced but not high-level supernatural powers in terms of combat power, not to mention that Mo Ye is still a space magister.

Bazuor's strong coercion, if it was a few months ago, Mo Ye might have been shocked for a while, but after fighting the mummy bandaged man. Mo Ye felt that after seeing the lightness of a real bull's-hand master, it would be impossible for him to be intimidated by coercion again when he saw any saint.

Although that kind of level oppression is simple and crude, it is the most direct and brutal.

But Bazuol is far behind. It’s like eating shark’s fin, and then someone brings over a bowl of vermicelli. It looks similar, but the difference is huge.

Bazuor's attacks continued continuously, and the power of the domain seemed to overwhelm the sea. This is another physicist who melted the domain into himself.

The body is the domain. Every time a combat technique is used, the natural power is intensified.

The burning sensation of the flames caused the temperature around Mo Ye to rise rapidly.

Mo Ye felt that the magic defense cover was almost on fire. Totally powerful scorching impact.

According to Basil's usual fighting habits, he will not blindly attack continuously, especially when facing a saint who is not clear about the details. But facing Mo Ye, he had long since lost his patience, and only wanted to win quickly.

This is the biggest flaw.

When dealing with enemies of the same level, you can't take it lightly, let alone lose your rhythm anxiously.

If there were spectators here, what they saw must be Basil's strong attack and complete advantage. And Mo Ye was forced to resist and struggled.

It looks like this is a tough battle that has been abused on one side.

Basil thought so too. Mo Ye's counterattack from time to time seemed to him to be a futile struggle. Although there was an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart, the excited brain quickly ignored the sense of disobedience and uneasiness.

Basil felt more excited than usual, but he didn't realize it himself. I just thought it was because of different opponents.

Isn't it something to be excited and bragging about being able to kill a saint who is in the limelight?

Heat waves and ice overlapped and impacted in the air.

While dodging Basil's attack, Mo Ye carefully observed the opponent, and was very satisfied with Basil's increasingly wild style of play.

'Devil's Kiss' is a somewhat vulgar magic name. But it has an extraordinary effect.

Eighth-level dark magic, auxiliary magic. It can bring a negative state to the caster, which is equivalent to the effect of a hallucinogen, making it full of confidence. The effect of this magic has little effect on high-level powerhouses, and it needs to be effective in some specific occasions and situations. effect.

It is also a relatively useless magic in the Logar continent. Low-level magic cannot be learned, and high-level magic is unnecessary.

Mo Ye believes that there is no rubbish magic, only magicians who can't use magic.

For example now.

Basil's mood was unknowingly affected.

The advantage he thought was just that Mo Ye wanted him to think so.

'Severe cold and ice'

Nine-level mixed ice and fire magic.

Because he was too confident in his superior position, when the ice-blue flame appeared, Basil couldn't react at the first moment. He had a fighting instinct and confidence in himself and planned to respond with an attack. .

Use offense instead of defense.

He wants to smash Mo Ye, smash Mo Ye completely, and make this rising star of the Star Alliance carry the negativity of 'cowardice', 'hypocrisy', 'cowardice', 'cunning' and so on that can never be washed away. Tabs die at this place.

No one even knew that she was dead, just thinking about it gave me an irresistible pleasure, a stern smile overflowed from Basil's lips, and there was crazy joy in his eyes.

I have to say that the members of the Skeleton Bird Pirates have one thing in common, that is...

Psychopath.

For most pirates or mercenaries, killing is just a way to get rich. When the two do not conflict, they are happy to save trouble, but it is completely different for the Skeleton Bird Pirates. The killing comes from the greed in their hearts, but It is also for fun, to be able to obtain great pleasure and satisfaction in killing.

The biggest disadvantage of this is that most of the Skeleton Bird members in the battle cannot maintain real sanity, and they always kill more and more crazy.

Mo Ye just watched calmly as Basil's waving fists touched the icy flames, and the fire attribute energy quickly dissipated. The contrast between the strength of the two forces was too obvious.

Bazuor almost waited in a daze for the ice flames that suddenly appeared to engulf his entire arm.

Icing, burning from the inside out, the energy of the fire attribute can't resist this unique ice flame, just watching my arm being swallowed, and the ice flame is still spreading, already Reach the right arm.

Because the speed was so fast, Basil didn't even feel the pain.

He was just shocked.

The attack power effect of this ninth-level mixed magic was beyond Mo Ye's expectations, it was great.

Bazuor almost gritted his teeth and stared at Mo Ye, "You..."

You couldn't answer the next sentence after a while, and Mo Ye didn't give him this time at all.

The number of ice flames kept increasing, flying from all directions, and Basil wanted to hide, but he had no chance.

The space confinement prepared by Mo Ye worked.

Although it can only trap Basil for a moment, it is completely enough.

At the same time, the blood-colored thorns also began to grow, seizing the opportunity to wrap around Basil's ankle.

"Ah..uh"

This was Basil's first cry of pain.

He tried his best to stop the ice flame from spreading on his body, but with little success, the energy of the fire attribute had almost no resistance when encountering the ice flame.

This is a complete suppression of attributes.

Basil's whole body was in boiling and burning temperature, but his body surface felt extremely cold. This was the most painful double sky of ice and fire he had ever experienced in his life.

What's even more frightening is the tingling from the soul. His past killing behaviors are constantly playing back in his mind like a movie, but this time not only is there no pleasure, but it also brings unspeakable pain. His perspective has changed to that of the victim. , Those cruel killing techniques were repeated on his body, and the feedback was doubled in pain.

Basil didn't understand why this happened, he was obviously the one who dominated the battle, and he was the one who had always had the advantage, but Mo Ye easily reversed the outcome in just a split second.

He is not reconciled, but there is nothing he can do, because the body is a domain, and when his body is contributed, it also means that the power of this domain can no longer be exerted.

it's over...

I want to die but I can't make my own decisions.

If Mo Ye had used this trick from the beginning, Bazzor wouldn't have been so passive, but now, it's too late to regret it.

Mo Ye just stood quietly watching Bazuor struggling, watching his life go by little by little, cursing and begging frantically, then she took out a bottle of spiritual potion and inserted it into the straw under the blushing eyes of the other party He took a slow breath and sighed lightly.

It is really not easy to kill a saint.

Thanks to the fact that the other party is an out-and-out pervert.

Mo Ye bit the straw and silently thought that there was one last one. (to be continued)