Chapter 1747 Bitter Fruit (Thirty-Six)

A very good idea, but this night hunter, let's call him a white-faced man, is still too weak.

Although his momentum is amazing and his swordsmanship is fierce, he is at most at the same level as Mr. Li He who upgraded on the battlefield in the Um Palace.

Compared with the gifts of other natives, he still lacks the taste of a superior.

Specifically, the current situation is simply the lack of high-level means of destruction.

Even if I stand here and let him chop, the other party will have to spend some effort to completely destroy my vitality.

And Fu Qian is definitely not going to do such a boring thing.

As for why the previous knife didn't just grab it?

Simple, considering the posture of the two Hillarys crawling on him, the second Hillary who was lying on his chest was successfully affected by that blow, and his soul was cut off with one knife.

The direct effect is that without her combination, the intensity of the intoxicating "liberation" is instantly no longer as strong as before, and it goes downhill like the crying sound.

With a sharper mind, the opponent will be less prone to surprise attacks, so it is naturally easier to deal with.

In short, if Dr. Dorian is going to use this as a trump card, he needs to work harder.

Especially the white-faced man doesn't seem to listen to orders very much. He kills a tool man with the first knife.

But it doesn't matter. Fu Qian chose to believe in the doctor. He must have a way.

Speaking of this, I don't know if the "treatment" can be completed if both Hilarias die, and how to complete it?

Do you need to go back to the church to comprehend it yourself? Or will people be resurrected after a while?

"I think your dress is decent. It's not polite to interrupt others casually."

The amazing force came from his hand, but it was a pity that while thinking about the technical problem, Fu Qian didn't delay the strength of his hand and held the long knife tightly there.

"Now let's continue. Its name is mercy, which is dedicated to giving people liberation."

It can be seen that the other party attaches great importance to "cutting" and is unwilling to give up easily. The situation is in a stalemate for a while.

At this time, the disadvantage of the long knife was reflected, because the distance was really far, unless there was a long-range attack method or the arm could be extended, it would be impossible to reach it with a punch.

But it doesn't matter, the opponent has no long-range means, but I do.

While introducing, Fu Qian's left hand of mercy was aimed at the opponent again.

Bang——

The next moment he pulled the trigger directly, and the golden fire that spurted out was exactly the same as before.

Doctor, it's time to cheer up.

...

Puff!

For a moment, Fu Qian was even curious whether white ashes would splash out.

The white-faced man's persistence in his own weapon was indeed extraordinary. Even though his means of combat were so disadvantageous, he still didn't give up, but just tried to dodge at that moment.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian didn't aim at its head, but the hand holding the weapon.

Be good at making the opponent make choices.

Between throwing the knife and being hit, there is no doubt that the white-faced man made a difficult choice, resulting in a solid shot on the shoulder.

Bang, bang, bang——

Fu Qian was not polite about this and continued to use up all the bullets in his gun, forcing the opponent to answer three multiple-choice questions in a row.

The only pity was that even though it was specially made by the Night Keepers, its physical power was limited. In the end, it only tore the opponent's unique outer clothes, revealing the equally pale body underneath.

Ah, uh, ah——

Fortunately, as a magic bullet, physical power is not everything.

The blooming golden flame did not ignite any clothes, but almost at the same time when Fu Qian put away the empty gun, something seemed to be ignited in those extremely wild eyes.

Accompanied by an irrational roar from the white-faced man's throat.

Although it was known from the sound that language communication could not be carried out, it was gratifying that with this sound, changes finally appeared.

Under the clothes torn by the bullet, a thin and long bulge quickly appeared on the pale skin.

Section by section, at first glance it looked a bit like a snake.

However, Fu Qian immediately rejected this view and thought of another thing - the spine.

Although the size is a little smaller, the shape is obviously closer.

The following changes also confirmed his idea. Soon, more dense traces rose up, and it was easy to distinguish that more than one of them had a similar skull outline.

Chaotic, crowded, and of course the size was also pocket-sized, like a mass grave piled on a giant.

And in the rapid surge, they even rushed all the way to the long sword, turning it into a real butcher knife in an instant.

...

It is said that motivation is useful, and the combat effectiveness is indeed rising.

Fu Qian, who was holding the blade, was undoubtedly the first to bear the brunt.

Given the sudden increase in the former's body size, it was difficult for the palm to exert force for a while.

Of course, Fu Qian knew that this was only a superficial phenomenon. The white-faced man's move was not just a change of shape for the weapon.

At that moment, he could fully feel that something that had not been there before was emerging.

Not only has the White-Faced Man's rank risen, but if he is cut by a knife now, the effect will probably not be so simple.

And this change is obviously related to Dorian.

The golden fire attached to the bullet just now still had a little effect on the White-Faced Man.

And that little instability was obviously something Dorian, who had high hopes for him, did not want to see, and used some currently uncertain means to strengthen it.

Very good, but - click!

The strength increased rapidly, and the butcher knife that was pulled out of his hand bit by bit seemed to tremble at a certain moment.

Unfortunately, this did not change its fate at all. With a sound that seemed to be filled with endless wailing, the knife was broken from one-third of the way.

The punishment from the sage is not only for people, but also effective in breaking things.

Clang!

As the gray powder in his hand flew, Fu Qian threw the broken blade, which was unrecognizable in an instant, at the other party's feet.

Not enough.

At this moment, the white-faced man may have become a character that he had to deal with seriously with every knife, but he still did not show any amazing specialness.

It is still just an illusion belonging to this dream, and the degree of transcendence in it is not even comparable to Sarah and the others.

Dorian still needs to continue to work hard, and there is not much time left for him.

Because he has been in the dark for a while, and if he delays any longer, he will have to go out again.

It seems that he is really trying hard. The white-faced man holding the broken blade only fell into a moment of stagnation, and then turned around and stabbed the weapon into his stomach.

And with this self-harming behavior, I could clearly feel that there was another special change happening, something more——ah?

Fu Qian was looking forward to it, but he saw that the pale face began to have gray powder falling, and then spread all over the body in an instant.

In less than a breath, there was no trace of both the person and the knife.