Chapter 205: Gao Weier's Fall (VIII)

Bang, bang, bang——

Istvan pulled the trigger continuously, and the red bullets containing the heat of casting whizzed out of the gun barrel.

He originally aimed at the opponent's heart, but under the influence of the buzzing in his head, his arms could not help but tremble and missed the target.

The first shot was already deviated and only hit the opponent's abdomen.

The second shot was also deviated to the shoulder, and the third shot flew to an unknown place.

The moment the hot red bullet penetrated the hotel housekeeper's flesh, the metal that was deflated by the force exploded with a bang, as if it contained a tiny amount of explosives.

The broken metal residues burst and splashed under the action of the heat of casting, rolling in Faris's flesh and blood, like a naughty child diving into a crop field, trampling everywhere and leaving a series of dents.

But although the broken metal was sharp, the force was dispersed a lot, and before it could go deeper, it was stuck by the tough muscles.

Then, under the power of the moth's abandonment, these metal fragments, which were only slightly larger than broken gravel, gradually returned along the way they came under the strange wriggling of muscle fibers, and were all excreted from the body - the slowly flowing blood was also stained with a golden glow.

Facing the shooting of the casting boy, Faris didn't take it seriously at all. As long as the other party didn't take out the hot and violent explosive tube, he could completely ignore those minor injuries with his strong physique.

The flesh and blood of the two bullet holes and scars that had just been sustained were already dancing wildly, extending pink buds to entangle together and close the open wounds again, condensing into pink patch-like skin.

Faris looked at the casting boy in front of him with a slightly playful look, slowly stretched out his skinny arm, which was constantly shedding burnt scars and revealing pink wrinkled skin, and grabbed the other's head.

His movements were slightly gentle and slow, as if he wanted to see what new things the other party could do, so that he could appreciate the development of the outside world in the past twenty years.

And Istvan was unable to dodge or avoid such a slow attack! He was like a dull scarecrow, standing there motionless!

The surface of his eyes was already stained with a trace of gray, and his head was buzzing loudly enough to shock his soul. His thoughts seemed to rise and fall, and in short, he had lost contact with his body... It was like the body had abandoned the mind, and it was like the material had abandoned the spirit.

Some more powerful resonance usurped Istvan's control over his life body. He could only curl up in despair in the bright house deep in his consciousness, watching the sharp dagger gradually approaching his forehead... He could already feel the coldness of the dagger tip piercing his skin!

Just as Istvan's soul was wailing miserably, a sharp whistling sound that cut through the air suddenly came through the wind and snow.

And even faster and more violent than this strange whistling sound was the strange hexagonal bullet!

The bullet was wrapped in a sharp force that ordinary weapons should not have, and it came across a distance of hundreds of yards. Although it was disturbed by the blizzard and the trajectory was slightly shaken left and right, it still hit Faris's chest accurately!

A blood flower bloomed on the chest of the hotel housekeeper, but unfortunately it was stuck between the ribs. Even though the bullet contained the sharp power of the blade phase, this power was too weak and too inferior. It was difficult to pierce the target's hard bones even if he tried his best.

But Faris still took a half step back under the effect of this shot, and the moth effect he was continuously outputting also stagnated slightly.

It seemed that Istvan could also take this opportunity to break through the humming that made his soul vibrate violently. However, when he knelt in the deep room of his consciousness, he meditated on the hot flame and silently recited the words that could give the transformation divinity.

He tried to drive the soul-body casting phase to burst out the rising heat with fervent prayers and break through the influence of the terrible moth.

The humming in his head seemed to really calm down slowly for this, and Istvan's soul also seemed to gradually stabilize. The frequency of the soul-body and the life-body gradually tended to be consistent. He seemed to be able to regain control of his body.

However, the next moment, the terrifying hotel housekeeper just glared. Istvan, who was unable to control himself due to the stiffness of his body, inevitably looked directly into the other's deep eyes.

His mind once again saw the chaotic and dangerous deformed moth hidden in the dark depths of the other's eyes. The other was slowly flapping its wings, and when the scales of the wings stretched out, they sprinkled out star-like scales.

Under the wings of the Dark Moth, the star-like scales seemed to have life and activity, swarming towards Istvan, pouring directly into his mind and completely drowning his consciousness.

This man, as strong as a brown bear, could no longer bear the whispering and buzzing in his head. He clenched his fists and hit his head again and again. The collision between his fists and skull made a sound like metal knocking.

Istvan could no longer suppress the heterogeneous desires that were overflowing in his heart. He cried, wailed, laughed wildly, and muttered. Clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, mixed with turbid saliva, dripped along his wide chin onto the snow, and quickly condensed into ice beads.

Strands of hair covered with blood and scalp fell onto the snow, followed by layers of thick, dark skin, and then—

Another whoosh, another strange hexagonal bullet broke through the layers of snow and attacked.

But this time Faris was already on guard. He swayed slightly and the bullet just passed by his shoulder. There was only a trace of blood on his shoulder that was deep enough to see the bones, but the flesh and blood on both sides was already squirming and intertwined at a rapid speed.

Farris looked up at the sniper's position, but even with the keen vision given by moths that surpassed ordinary people, he could only see a large expanse of white snowflakes, and could not find any trace of the enemy at all.

When he learned this result, he frowned in confusion. To be able to snipe at him across such a long distance, this enemy must have a secret aspect that can greatly enhance the five senses, and the blade attached to the bullet From a closer look, this sniper is obviously a blade man.

But why does he only attach such a low-quality blade to the bullet even though he has such excellent ultra-long-range vision? The quality is as low as that of a first-level Xiaobianren, but it is obvious that a first-level Xiaobianren cannot have such visual ability.

"Unless he is also a lighting artist, or has an amazing visual talent..."

At this moment, Faris has discovered that the power of this ultra-long-range strange bullet is limited. Unless he can hit his heart or eyes several times in a row, it will only be a minor injury more serious than a mosquito bite.

So he simply ignored the long-range sniper's attack and waved his dagger in front of the opponent to cut fresh blood.

He peeled off the caster's head and savored the fat white lipids that contained a metallic taste.

He opened the Forger's chest, chewing on the tough, chewy flesh and connective tissue.