Chapter 1246 Deadly Game (XV) The Road to Survival

Chapter 124 (XV) - Road to Survival

Although they were still ‘talking and laughing’, from an objective point of view, the escape process of the two was not smooth.

It is true that Futaba used Meifu’s fertility magic to make a hole right below the twisted plant, and when it was about to be unsustainable, she sent the two to the exit of the arena through several vines, but the effect of this move was actually very limited. Although it opened up a certain distance, it was only a certain distance.

Not to mention the ‘supervisors’ who occupied the main part of the pursuers, the gray lizard hunters riding the poisonous horned gray lizards were not slow. Although they were not as fast as the standard mounts of the Diesel Iron Cavalry, the black dragon horse, they were much faster than the Wang Badan.

If nothing unexpected happened, it would only be a matter of time for them to catch up with Mo Tan and Futaba, and this period of time would definitely not be too long.

And Futaba, who was always curled up in Mo Tan’s arms and chatting with the former, was actually trying to create ‘surprises’ for the pursuers.

In theory, this is not a very difficult job. After all, whether it is an earth mage, a priest of abundance, a druid or a summoner, they are all very good at making trouble for others through various means. In addition, Futaba, who also likes to make trouble for others in terms of personality, is too much of an understatement to describe this job as "handy".

However, according to the previous assumptions of the two, Futaba's responsibilities in the subsequent plan are very important. Under this premise, she must save strength before successfully joining her companions. From the perspective of the player, it means that no matter "physical value, faith value, and magic value", they must be saved as much as possible, especially the faith value and magic value as the core of the divine art drive, at least 80% must be left.

In other words, no matter how suitable it is to make trouble for the pursuers, Futaba can only use about 20% of the basic value, which is quite constrained.

To be honest, if this girl was not a "natural caster" and could even use every bit of strength in a way similar to writing code, it would be impossible to support it until now with 20% of the magic value and faith value.

But even so, Futaba, who currently has 83% of her magic power, 85% of her faith, and 72% of her physical strength left, is almost at her limit. You know, using your brain is also a kind of physical labor, so even if she is held in Motan's arms the whole time, her physical energy consumption is still not much less.

As for Motan, he didn't consume much, after all, Haru Kutata has good physical fitness, and Meifu is a relatively slender tree elf. After running this distance, his physical energy consumption is even less than that of Futaba, who has been using her brain at a high intensity.

"Hmm..."

After scattering a handful of dark purple seeds again and watching them grow into healthy piranhas in just a few seconds, Shuangye raised her little hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and looked up at Mo Tan unhappily and asked: "Can't you run faster? I'm almost dying of exhaustion!"

Mo Tan smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "The speed can be about 20% faster, but if I sprint at full speed, I'm afraid I can't take into account your comfort level, Shuangye."

The girl raised her eyebrows slightly and said angrily: "Do I look like a delicate little fresh milk?"

"No, no."

Mo Tan hurriedly She shook her head vigorously like a rattle, and then asked cautiously: "Then I will speed up a little?"

"No."

Shuangye waved her hand with a calm and pretty face, gritting her teeth and said: "I am not afraid of bumps, but if that happens, I may not be able to concentrate on thinking, and it is easy to make mistakes."

Mo Tan, who had also considered this point a long time ago, nodded slightly, and while trying to speed up the pace carefully without affecting Shuangye's comfort, he sighed softly: "Then let's..."

"Are you afraid of pain?"

Shuangye did not wait for Mo Tan to finish, but suddenly asked this question.

"Hurt?"

Mo Tan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Although I can't guarantee it, I am still quite confident in enduring pain, uh... if it's not too much..."

"Listen, Frank, we only have three options now."

Shuangye took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "First, continue to rush at this pace, risking being chopped to pieces by those behind us while rushing and expecting someone to pick us up; second, I will no longer save consumption and do my best to stop those grandsons, so that we can ensure that we arrive at the destination smoothly, but the plan we agreed on before is likely to fail; third..."

"It will make me more painful, but it will be enough to get us out of this dilemma. Method?"

Mo Tan smiled and answered before Shuangye finished speaking, and then nodded vigorously: "Then use the last method."

Fangye raised her eyebrows and reminded: "I told you in advance, it will probably be very painful."

"But if that is the method you most approve of, I am willing to believe you."

Mo Tan smiled and lowered his head to Shuangye and blinked, and smiled: "And I also believe that you will try not to make me too uncomfortable."

Fangye pulled the corner of her mouth: "Hehe..."

"Come on."

Mo Tan took a deep breath on the spot, and didn't even ask about the other party's third proposal. He slightly tightened the girl in his arms and said in a deep voice: "I'm ready."

[This person...]

Futaba scratched his cheek helplessly, then put down his hands that had been hooked on Mo Tan's neck, and put his palms against Mo Tan's chest, saying softly: "It will be very painful at first... …”

"Well, I understand."

"But once you get used to it, it shouldn't hurt too much."

"That's great..."

"If you get used to it, you might feel pleasure."

"Well?"

"You won't be addicted..."

"To be honest, I'm starting to hesitate."

"Don't worry, I will be very gentle~"

"Futaba, what on earth do you want to do... ugh!"

Mo Tan was not able to finish what he said, because just when he was halfway through, the girl's little hand that was close to his chest suddenly pierced through the breastplate and clasped it firmly on Haru Kutata's chest. On the chest.

At the same time, those fingers that had been chewed to pieces quietly turned into needles, easily piercing Haru's skin and breaking into the latter's body.

A pain that was similar to "having been driven into the body by five small push-pins" quickly spread across the chest.

"Uh... uh..."

Mo Tan let out a roar of pain. He lost his balance in an instant and fell to the ground in embarrassment. However, just a second before he fell completely, Mo Tan, who seemed to be suffering from immense pain, still tried to turn around. His figure protected Futaba in his arms, and he never tried to pull away the latter's small hand that had penetrated his chest.

"Well, wait a minute, this seems more difficult to control than I thought..."

Futaba, who was lying on Mo Tan's chest, slowly sat up and lowered his eyes to look at the former's chest where his right hand had been deeply penetrated but no blood flowed out. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "But is it really that painful? ?”

[If you include the system’s sensory interference on the player, it should still be within an acceptable level...]

While sighing in his heart, Mo Tan, whose body seemed to be twitching instinctively, nodded with great difficulty: "Indeed... it may be a little beyond what I can bear..."

"Okay, okay, that's to be expected."

Futaba nodded lazily, then opened his status bar and glanced at it, the corners of his mouth curled up in a happy arc: "But it's been successful for the time being. Now I will be a little gentler and try my best to restore you to normal actions. level, but..."

"Hoo~"

While sighing in relief because the pain in his chest suddenly subsided, Mo Tan carefully stood up, picked up the girl who was standing on her tiptoes again, and asked in a dry voice: "But what?"

"But as long as the pain you are suffering is reduced to a level that does not affect your actions, well, that is, to a level that allows you to hold me and run like you did just now, you have to stop immediately, do you understand?"

Futaba raised her little face and expressed seriously, and after Mo Tan nodded, she ordered with a smile: "Okay! Keep running!"

"I know...oh...I know."

As a result, Mo Tan continued to take steps, and the pain in his chest that was almost negligible continued to decrease under Futaba's control, and even made him feel a kind of...comfort.

"whee."

Futaba grinned and said keenly: "Look, how are you? I didn't lie to you, did I? Are you slowly starting to feel comfortable and a little addicted?"

Mo Tan gave a bitter smile and said a little tiredly: "Although it is understandable, this is probably just an illusion caused by the huge amount of pain I just endured, right?"

Futaba stuck out her tongue and said playfully: "Hmm, I hope your illusion can last longer, otherwise we will..."

"That's it."

At this moment, Mo Tan suddenly interrupted her, and at the same time gradually accelerated his pace, and said in a deep voice: "At this level, I should be able to bear it."

"no problem."

Upon hearing this, Futaba immediately lowered the intensity of the 'extraction', and then licked the corner of her mouth charmingly: "But having said that, Frank, your 'taste' is really good, it has a very mellow feeling!"

Mo Tan ignored the ambiguity in the other person's tone and chuckled: "So, are you really sucking my blood right now?"

"To be precise, it's nutrition, but you're right. After all, most of nutrition is in the blood."

Futaba chuckled, and then blinked in confusion: "Oh, by the way, the one who tastes good is not 'Frank Hughes', but the 'Haru Kutata' you are playing now. That’s right, sir, tsk tsk, really, I almost want to find a lizard man to fall in love with.”

Mo Tan, whose face was getting paler, his health and stamina continuing to decrease at a rate of 1% every five seconds, and his scales gradually losing their luster, smiled reluctantly, and did not answer Futaba's words, but said lightly: " Is this also a type of fertility magic?"

"yes."

Futaba nodded vigorously and leaned lazily on Mo Tan's shoulder: "Is there any problem?"

"Although I rarely have the opportunity to interact with the clergy of the Holy Religion Union, as far as I know...huh..."

Mo Tan's steps suddenly staggered, and he regained his breath before continuing: "As far as I know, the image of the Abundance Sect seems to be very different from the 'Meifu Xiangluan' played by you Futaba."

The latter smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "I'm not from the Abundance Sect. You don't need to be too tactful. Well, let me think about it. In fact, what you want to express should be that the magic used by Mei Fu should be more subtle. Much weirder, crueler, twisted, and colder, right?”

Mo Tan pondered for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "Even if it's not as exaggerated as what you said, it shouldn't be too different. After all, when I traveled, I encountered some rich people who would often lend a helping hand to ordinary people. Priests and priests, their magical arts seem to be...well..."

"positive energy?"

Futaba chuckled and continued.

"positive energy?"

Mo Tan frowned at first, then nodded vigorously and said, "Well, it can be said that it is indeed very 'positive energy'."

"I don't think there's anything unusual about this."

Futaba yawned, and began to use the various values ​​​​that he was recovering at a high speed to lay out a large number of large-scale 'obstacles'. He said nonchalantly: "They are also earth element puppets, and the ones created by different mages are also different in height. She is fat and thin, so things like magic should be similar. Even if Meifu's previous style was "great and upright", she has already changed to another persona when she is already crazy. "

Mo Tan frowned: "So?"

"So her skills also changed to a different style."

Futaba grinned and said seriously: "Think about it, a crazy beauty who is hysterical every day raises her little hand and gives you a few pieces of holy light and so on. Wouldn't it look awkward to you? Don't you think so? Will you be disappointed?"

[If you had seen Xia Lian’s thirty-six-way magic wand technique, I’m afraid you wouldn’t fart like this. 】

Mo Tan sneered in his heart, but nodded stiffly on his face, and reluctantly replied: "Well, maybe."

"Okay, okay, don't worry about whether these things are available or not. In the final analysis, magic and magic are just tools. Why are you studying these things blindly, a useless person who can't do anything?"

Futaba closed his eyes lazily and said calmly: "Keep running. I can guarantee that those guys will never catch up with us before we get close to the coast."

"good."

Mo Tan nodded vigorously, then stopped talking and started running.

But the doubts in his heart were not reduced by Futaba's nonchalant explanation.

Although he didn't think that the deadbeat in his arms was fooling him, in the final analysis, Futaba, a person who also had the talent of "Unbeliever", had nothing to do with divine arts.

But Motan is different...

After all, ‘Tan Mo’ is a [disbeliever] and has nothing to do with the Dawn Sect’s new treasure, ‘Black Brahma’.

Chapter 1,239: End