Final Evolution Golden Branch! The Dark Side of Avatar! Chapter 5: The Illuminati Again
Chapter 5 Meeting the Illuminati Again
After the guy had finished his cigarette, he sighed happily, then turned his head and saw Sheyan. He stood up and walked towards him without putting on an oxygen mask.
When he took off the oxygen mask earlier, Sheyan saw that this guy had a sinister-looking bald head and a dark red scar from the left side of his forehead to his left lip. Although the scar has long since healed, the thick and convex shape of the rolled flesh can still be imagined as the ferociousness of the knife in the past.
It was obvious that his left eye could not be saved under such a vicious blow. The dimple inside his eyeball must have been swung by the knife, and black, white, and red globs of blood flowed out. But at this moment, his left eye was shining brightly, and it was obvious that he had passed the repair in the nightmare space. The bald man with the scar looked at Sheyan and looked him up and down, but his tone was kind, without the natural arrogance:
"Hey, brother, what can you do? The north exit has been booked by our Illuminati."
"Illuminati...!!!" These three words quickly passed through Sheyan's mind, and he immediately recalled the information that Reef had provided before:
"...That was the second time my team collided with their Illuminati!"
"Damn it, doesn't that mean that Bowen, who I killed in Pirates of the Caribbean, was one of these people."
"One of the guys even said he wanted to use my skull as a collection."
"The core of this team seems to be a woman named Zi! She is good at mastering the Force in Star Wars!"
"This team is obviously the same as the Banks gang we encountered before. It has a fairly unified organization, a very strict system, and even a joint meeting to determine the team's behavior..."
This series of information quickly flowed through Fang Sheyan's mind. You must know that this world is a free world. Although killing has a killing value, it is also possible to gain benefits. If this group of people finds out their identity as No. 1018, they will be very happy to make them evaporate.
For the current Sheyan, he is still far from reaching the level of one against dozens, so according to the current situation, it is best for him to get out of the way as soon as possible. However, Sheyan's perception was as high as 28 points at this time, and it would be quite difficult for others to suppress his perception.
In addition, the "Las pulse jammer" that comes with his helmet can also interfere with the opponent's detection, and it also has priority! Therefore, unless you encounter a reserve colonist, the chance of being discovered as Contractor No. 1018 is very small - even if you encounter a reserve colonist, considering that the world has just begun. , there should be no one who uses his ultimate move as soon as he is smart. You know, even if you play the ultimate move, you can only use it four times, so you have to challenge the limit.
Although many thoughts passed through Sheyan's mind, he was just stunned in the eyes of others. It was not a strange reaction to be in contact with strangers. Faced with the question from the bald man with a scar, he immediately smiled without being humble and said:
"I'm Sailor, hello----------I'm guessing your team needs some extra help, like a free and powerful buff?"
The bald man with the scar suddenly burst into laughter, turned around and said to a thin man holding a staff and wearing a black mage robe with a pale face:
"Aha, dear Mord, and lovely Fria, someone is coming to compete with you for business."
As a complete and powerful team, the Illuminati will of course cultivate its own auxiliary professionals. Mord the Dead Soul is one of them. He will always have this carrion scar on his right hand under the mage robe. The ability he learned is called the Curse of Rot. When released against an enemy, it reduces its physical defense and magic defense by 10%, and at the same time produces a continuous stinging damage effect.
But when he curses himself, his mental power will fluctuate explosively, absorbing the power of the dead souls in the ground and dispersing it around, so that every attack by friendly forces will be accompanied by additional damage from dark power. The damage is 6%~10% of the attack, because dark power is actually elemental damage, and often only specific creatures have resistance to dark elements, so the actual increase in damage output to friendly forces should be at least 12%~13 fluctuate between %.
Fria is a sniper, and he and Sheyan are similar. Strictly speaking, in terms of attack power, Fria is far inferior to the previous dead ghost Joel, but he also encountered the favor of the God of Luck and obtained a fourth-level talent tree skill. , has been upgraded to the third level.
This talent tree ability is called precision: For Fria herself, in combat status, for every 2 seconds of aiming time at the same target, the hit rate increases by 3%, the critical hit rate increases by 2%, and the critical hit rate increases the most when superimposed. No more than 20%.
For the friendly forces around Fria, every attack by Fria that successfully hits the enemy will form a range shock wave. The hit rate of the affected friendly forces will increase by 1%, and the critical hit rate will increase by 1%. It is currently not possible to superimpose.
These two contractors can be regarded as typical examples of being able to both fight and support part-time, and they will also be quite good when they grow up. For now, the Symbiotic Society is quite satisfactory to them.
And why did the bald man with a scar suddenly say "stealing business"? That's because the rules of the space are like this: Sheyan is not a member of their team, so if someone from the Symbiosis Association accepts the beneficial status given by Sheyan, then the space will automatically allocate the additional battlefield contribution value to him first. , and naturally there is no separation between Morde and Fria within the team.
To put it bluntly, beneficial states can coexist, but the benefits can only be reaped by one party.
This is actually a protective behavior of space setting. Compared with a single individual, the team must be a stronger party. The purpose of this is to protect the interests of vulnerable individuals, and to encourage the team to actively recruit auxiliary talents.
Merede and Fria were both people who had high self-esteem. After hearing what the bald man with scars said, they didn't even answer. Neither of them took their eyes off the scope. They seemed to completely ignore Sheyan's existence. They looked at each other with a gloomy face. He looked at his staff indifferently, as if it was not a staff but a beautiful woman who had taken off her clothes. Fang Senyan's disdain was clearly visible.
On the other hand, a burly man with disheveled hair and unusually long hands next to him snorted from his nostrils, waved his hand and said:
"Akafiel, you are so wordy. It's time to let him go. Last time in the world, I met a fool who boasted about his auxiliary abilities. But in the end, he still had a shabby gadget with +3% health recovery speed. It's embarrassing to take it out! Our team has cultivated very strong auxiliary main players, and it's not your fault."
Fang Senyan raised his eyelids, but something moved in his heart. This guy's voice was somewhat familiar. It sounded like he was the guy who vowed to use his skull as a collection. At this time, this big man was sitting casually on the grass slope. There is a giant knife surrounded by black light next to him. The surface of the giant knife is dull, but like a boiling pot, a few wisps of black gas will come out from time to time.
"Sable, I really should have let that viper wolf tear your damn mouth apart just now!" The bald scarred man Akafiel laughed and cursed. Then he turned around and shrugged towards Sheyan:
"I'm so sorry, bro, it looks like you'll have to find a job somewhere else."
Fang Senyan noticed that Akafiel looked like he was a member of the Symbiosis Society. He had not put on an oxygen mask since he started smoking, and it had been at least two minutes now. He was still in high spirits and had no problem. Not only that, The others were not surprised at all.
This is enough to show that this guy's resistance to abnormal conditions has reached a rather terrifying level. Either he has his own perverted thing like "the fighting spirit of a troll", or he has a very powerful talent! If a contractor who is good at spell attacks confronts him, it will be quite a headache!
And when he heard that Akafiel had given the order to expel guests, Sheyan had been wishing for this for a long time. He was a man with evil intentions in his heart, so he immediately turned around and left. But at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a powerful threat suddenly passed from the sky. Far beyond the perception of the rest of the people, the warning has started a few tenths of a second in advance!
As soon as Fang Senyanpu raised his head, he saw seven or eight small dots suddenly rushing out of the funnel-shaped white clouds in the sky, and even a few wisps of clouds that looked like cotton wool dispersed. In just five or six seconds, they were already attacking the ground with strong winds and indescribable screams!
At first glance, these uninvited guests look somewhat similar to pterosaurs on Earth, but their skin is patterned like a lizard. Their wide flat wings have translucent membranes, and they fly by the wing membrane covering the bones. They look like a kind of fat bat, but also a kind of leisurely stingray wandering in the ocean. The most eye-catching thing is their mouth. The lower jaw protrudes forward at least seven or eight centimeters, and the mouth is full of sharp teeth. .
These flying monsters vary in size, and you can see them if you fly close at this time. The wingspan of an adult can be up to 12 meters long! Even a small wingspan is seven or eight meters. This thing is the manta ray pterosaur (also known as the Banxi pterosaur) from the planet Pandora. The origin of their name comes from their iconic roar, like a banshee - an Irish legend. The succubus who foretells death, mournfully wails.