Chapter 977 Careless Bullet, Dead Alchemy

Boom!

When the Canaan roared through the station, the thick side panels of the carriage suddenly broke off from the high-speed train at a speed of 350 kilometers per hour. The staff who were observing on the platform fell forward and felt the suffocating strong wind blowing through his chest. Above his head, and then behind him, there was a harsh explosion that made his bones go soft.

The side panel of the carriage, which was at least six meters wide, flew out like a scythe of death. It rolled along the platform with its inertia, causing sparks to fly. It flattened the signboard and smashed the load-bearing columns, and finally slid all the way to the other side of the track. If he had slowed down just a moment, he would have turned into a puddle of red mud smeared on the platform.

Huge mass and huge speed are the most tyrannical violence. However, the horrified staff took a look at the broken side panels of the carriage and found some more frightening traces.

He also thought that the gangsters had forcibly cut off the side panel of the carriage with an electric saw or something like that. However, the fracture of the side panel of the carriage was not smooth. Instead, there was a deformation and distortion caused by excessive kinetic energy.

How can it be? !

The staff knew very well that the Canaan had been traveling at high speed and had not been attacked by the outside at all. Therefore, the source of the damage could only be from inside the carriage, which meant that someone had torn the carriage apart inside!

But this is a high-speed train, not to mention bulletproof and explosion-proof. The quality requirement of the train is that it must remain intact even if it rolls over at the highest speed. In this way, the passengers still have a chance of survival, but if the carriage breaks, people will be thrown out. , then they will all be smashed to pieces!

The gangsters packed the dump truck into the motor vehicle! ?

and……

The staff member looked in the direction where the Canaan disappeared and rubbed his eyes.

Did he just see a few people fighting on the roof of a high-speed train traveling at 350 kilometers per hour?

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The ceiling was lifted, the side panels on both sides of the carriage broke and flew apart, and the passenger seats were only left with debris and tatters on the ground. Carriage No. 2 turned into a battlefield with almost only the bottom part left. Steel, alloys, and high-tech materials were surrounded by a group of people who were infinitely approaching. In front of the flesh and blood body in the realm of God, no matter how hard the material is, it is difficult to stop the sharpest skills.

For a group of legendary magicians, even a group of legendary magicians with broken wings, the most advanced means of transportation that the Star Kingdom is proud of is still too fragile.

Igula stood next to the partition door of Car No. 1 and took a deep breath of cold air. On the Canaan traveling at a speed of 350 kilometers per hour, the strong wind was not blowing them, but they were tearing apart the wind current. The unfamiliar city was flying by quickly, and the unfamiliar sky was accelerating in reverse.

Just like this unstoppable train, they are rushing towards the end of the journey in an unstoppable manner.

Click, click, click, click, click, click. Igura uses a revolver gun, which has a golden extended barrel, silver magazine, white wood handle, and blue iron shadow wolf carvings, which makes it an exquisite work of art. It should appear in a ball with ambiguous lighting, and let the lonely and gorgeous lady touch it to hint whether Igurah needs to clean his gun.

This is Igura's weapon, the evil wolf.

After all, even in the kingdom of stars, revolvers are more of a toy. In front of an automatic rifle gun that can spit out thirty rounds of ammunition in one second, there is also a revolver gun that needs to be loaded one by one and fired one by one. The life and death fight is full of an inappropriate sense of ritual.

However, when Igura closed the magazine, everyone had to pay some attention to him. The shadow wolf carving of the gun sounds as if it is coming to life. It is no longer an elegant work of art, but a ferocious and cunning evil beast that is eager to let out a hunting roar!

boom!

With a shake of his hand, Igurra actually aimed the wolf's gun at the back of Harvey's head and shot him!

However, nothing happened to Harvey. Instead, the Cursed Elf who was fighting Niya on the other side of the battlefield jerked her head back, but the bullet still passed through her cheek and penetrated her mouth!

"Hiss." The cursed elf gasped in pain and quickly retreated to avoid Niya's blade.

This is the latest achievement of Igula, the unintentional bullet!

Will automatically search for enemy bullets!

Even Igula himself was not sure where the bullet would be shot, and how could the enemy avoid it?

If you really want to look into it carefully, it is not actually a gun art. Gun art is to build a mausoleum of death through the understanding of the environment, prediction of the target, and accurate barrage. It is the law of the jungle between the hunter and the prey.

But Igulla is not a hunter. He has never liked to do that kind of bloody dirty work. He regards himself as a superior person who has control of the overall situation, a commander and a strategist, but he is not a dead soldier who charges into battle. As a magician, he has his own artistic pursuits. Even if he chooses the simplest and crudest guns in order to enhance his combat power, he has no intention of 'mastering' the cold steel.

The trickster in charge of a weapon is an admission of incompetence.

What Igura needs is loyalty.

A loyal gun will seek out the Trickster's enemies on its own. Igulla wasn't shooting, he was just giving orders.

This is the terrifying thing about unintentional bullets. It crosses the magician's biggest defense barrier-intuition! When you try to snipe a magician, whether you aim directly or indirectly, the threat of your killing intent will arouse the magician's intuitive perception. Therefore, powerful gun magicians often shoot blindly, zero aim, or instantaneously, striving to make the target Suppress time to zero to avoid intuitive induction.

Igura's gun skills talent is very average, so average that even after practicing for several months, he is barely able to reach the silver level. But he never thought about becoming proficient in the gun art. If the gun magician pursues taming the gun weapon, then what he pursues is to make the gun weapon understand his words, and then he can trick the gun weapon into working for him.

He hasn't really done this until now, Gundam can't understand him, so Igurra cooperates with Harvey a little bit. The miracle in the magician's body will not trigger the mysterious chain. For example, Ash's Le Sword can be used without any hindrance. Therefore, Igura used the miracle on himself, and then asked Harvey to take out his bone marrow and inject bullets into it, so that the fraudster could obtain An ignorant cannonball fused with an intelligent soul.

The next step is much simpler. Under the guidance of the deceiver, the blunderbuss quickly matures and knows how to look for the enemy and explode to form a cavity in the enemy's body. As long as you give him enough time, he can even make the bombs cook Lala Fat.

Igula has no psychological burden on this. The first person the deceiver deceives is himself, let alone a bullet that is only tainted with some of his spirituality? Instead, he believed that he had opened up a new track. After all, deceiving others is always separated by a communication barrier. It is difficult for people to understand each other, and the other party may not really act as he wants, but deceiving himself does not exist. Communication loss, one can understand each other with oneself, and naturally one can also deceive perfectly.

It was also by relying on unintentional bullets that Igulla truly stepped into the threshold of legend.

Before this, he had always believed that spiritual factions were the secret to controlling society and the universal law in the age of order. But after successfully deceiving dead objects, he had a new understanding - the so-called fraud is not only to let the money flow into the hands of people who are more qualified to own it, but also to return everything in the world to its rightful place.

Greenhouses are actually cheating the land; water conservancy projects are also cheating the rivers. When a magician interferes with nature, isn't he deceiving nature?

Harvey believes that everything in the world goes through cycles of life and death, and that everyone lives on a corpse and will eventually turn into a corpse to give birth to new life. Igulla believes that deception runs through civilization. Deception is needed between people and between people and nature.

In the past, he had been wandering around in social circles. It was not until this time that he was thrown into the kingdom of stars that Igura finally discovered this broader market.

Deceiving the bullet is his first step in deceiving the world.

The prerequisite for magicians to avoid bullets is that they must at least react before the bullets go off. After all, no matter how fast the human body is, it is impossible to be faster than the bullets. However, Igura's unintentional bullet will not decide which direction it will shoot until it leaves the muzzle, suppressing the magician's reaction time to the limit.

He is not a gunsmith, but he is more accurate than a gunsmith. The only drawback is that centerless bullets require a sense of ritual, so the revolver gun and pressing the ammunition into the magazine one by one are essential procedures.

With the cooperation of Igura, Niya was finally able to resist the offensive of the cursed elves. Although the Cursed Elf is a pyromancer, she is also good at swordsmanship and blunderbuss. She has a stabbing sword in one hand and a short blunderbuss in one hand. She is flexible and versatile. More importantly, her combat experience is much better than that of Niya. If it weren't for her With the help of other teammates, Niya was defeated by her long ago.

Niya was just about to take down the Cursed Elf in one go, but at this moment a black shadow struck from above, like a pool of unconcealed malice.

The air was a dead end that could not be avoided. Niya decisively swung her sword to attack, but the black shadow was able to twist its body in the air to a weird degree like a stick insect, cleverly evading her attack, and then rolled on the ground through Vichy and Vichy. The parasitic sorcerer's battlefield finally returned to its master's side, barely able to block Harvey's charge.

At this time, all the exposed skin of Harvey's body was gray-white, his shirt had been torn to pieces, and his upper body was covered with scars, but not a drop of blood was shed, like a weather-beaten tombstone.

Behind Harvey's back, there was a band wrapped around his spine. There were thirteen tubes of medicine in the band, five of which were empty.

In order to enhance the team's combat effectiveness, Igula began to study gun skills, while Harvey also studied the alchemy faction, a special technique that he had already been involved in a little bit.

Although it is said to be alchemy, the focus is actually on the corpse. Harvey has spent the past few months researching how far he can modify the corpse to cause interference with the mysterious chain, which has cost dozens of family members.

Transforming the corpse is only the first step, the second step is the key - he has to become a corpse.

The final result was pretty good. The thirteen tubes of medicine behind him were the essence of thirteen family members. After the injection, Harvey's pain would be reduced to a minimum, his skin's ability to resist blows would be greatly enhanced, and his body mass and movement speed would also be greatly improved. He only needed Rampage is enough to create a threat, which is very suitable for academic geniuses like Black Curly.

The only side effect is that the changes are irreversible.

Injecting a tube of medicine will turn you into a corpse in about 30 days. Two tubes last 20 days, three tubes 10 days, four tubes 5 days, five tubes 3 days, six tubes 2 days, seven tubes 1 day, eight tubes 12 hours, nine tubes 6 hours, ten tubes 3 hours, eleven tubes 2 hours , twelve tubes for 1 hour.

When Harvey noticed that the hardness of his body was beginning to decrease, he did not hesitate to inject the sixth tube of medicine. Although the life of this body was shortened to only two days, he didn't care at all. He pushed hard and slammed forward like a hearse!

Snapped!

The two people who reached out to suppress Harvey's charge were the Coffin Bearer Tiramisu and her 'family'.

"Yami likes you very much." Tiramisu suddenly said: "I also like you very much, but you can't beat me."