With it ca an almost suffocating sense of oppression.
Compared to the impact of Spiritual Shaping being cracked, it was the panic originating from instinct and the astonishnt suffered by his rationality that proved to be the last straw that broke the cal's back!
At this mont, under the protection of the Dragon Scale Armor, Lou Feng was in complete disarray!
The response strategies he had been taught since childhood, and the rich experience accumulated by the Lou Family over hundreds of years, kept surfacing in his mind like flowing water, only to disappear without leaving any trace.
He had no idea what kind of trick Ji Jue was playing!
What's going on? What happened? What the hell is this shit?!
He didn't even dare to rashly activate another clone from the Ti Sand Pearl on his wrist, given to him by his uncle—it was his last lifeline.
And just when he saw Ji Jue load a blood-red bullet into the gun, a chill went through him instinctively, and under the Dragon Scale Armor riddled with cracks, his figure suddenly blurred.
When he reappeared, he was already tens of ters away, recklessly creating distance and putting up a repulsion defense.
Gone were his ticulousness and composure.
His hair was disheveled, and his face was pale.
But he just stared at Ji Jue, and especially at his hands.
Is this Non-attack? The Matrix passed down by the Saints - could it really be so different from his own? Could there really be such an exaggerated effect of a Matrix enhancent in this world?
Even when the nature and common sense of alchemy told him it was impossible for such bizarre things to happen, he still couldn't distinguish the reality from the hint of mockery and indifference in that smile.
The mont he sensed Ji Jue pull the trigger, he swung his hand instinctively!
A sudden chill burst forth, and amidst the howling wind and swirling snow, the Ice Iron Wall rose from the ground, blocking the front of the gun barrel... but what flew out from the muzzle was just an ordinary bullet.
It couldn't even penetrate the outermost defenses of the Ice Iron Wall.
Damn it, he'd been played again!
Ji Jue's eyebrows raised, and he couldn't help but whistle.
This wave of deception was incredibly effective; almost all of his opponent's escape tricks and equipnt abilities were gone, it was just a sha that his own abilities were still lacking.
If only he could advance another rank, or if his research on Fluid Alchemy and Modern Alchemy could go a step deeper, then with this full pressure, the opponents wouldn't dare to team fight him anymore.
In the future, they'd probably have to walk around him.
"Calm down, boss!"
Slan's voice ca through the communication: "Don't get fooled by that kid; I can't figure out what trick he's pulling, but it's definitely not as effortless as it seems. This isn't a one-on-one duel; there's no need to face him alone!"
Boom!
From the front of the Returning Knights, Slan suddenly swung his hand, throwing a spear at Ji Jue. But halfway through the air, the spear was already cut by a tal slice thrown by An Ran, exploding into a crimson blood light.
The Knights' formation unfolded, once again shielding Lou Feng within, and they even abandoned their encirclent and attack on An Ran.
The Returning Knights were disciplined; Slan's mind was clear from beginning to end. Compared to victory, the boss's safety was the top priority. What was the use of winning? Everyone ca to the battlefield for money. Even if they killed these two youngsters here, if Lou Feng died, who would pay them their final amount?
In less than a few minutes, An Ran's spiritual energy was already largely depleted, the surging Sword Qi was erratic, seemingly more sharp and ferocious.
Facing a multitude of enemies, relying on the mobility afforded by Sword Sound, the Returning Knight, even when outnumbered, was miraculously still untouchable at this mont, leaving behind only a few wounds.
In contrast, almost every one of his opponents was injured, so even severely!
Unfortunately, the injuries also failed to affect their combat strength at the mont.
Blessed by the Red King, the crowd of Chosen Ones all received similar blessings: Blood Drink, Breaking, Fierce Battle... They could be said to have full endurance, and for a Great Knight Commander like Slan who had reached the Fifth Rank, the nurous blessings he had obtained were already enough to create a chain effect—[Frenzy Hunting]!
There were no vital points, no knowledge of fatigue, no fear of danger; as long as the health bar was still there, peak fighting strength could be maintained, and the less the blood, the stronger they beca. With an unyielding heart, they could fight endlessly!
Ninety years earlier, in the decisive battle, seventy-one knights from the Red Country charged, directly breaking through the Iron Guard of the White Country, thus solidifying the banner of the Returning Knights. Born to fight, return ho in death. To this day, the headless Undead Knights are still a terror and nightmare spread throughout the Central Earth Battlefield.
At this mont, the reorganized knights did not rush to charge; instead, they unanimously removed the pendant-shaped bottles from their chests, bit the bottle mouths open, spit them out, and then tipped their heads back to drink the liquid completely.
Thus, as if made of substance, blood-red flas rose from their bodies. The flas, alive, connected with each other, as though they would beco a blaze that would spread across the entire world.
Blood sacrifice, offering their blood as sacrifices to the Fungus Group, receiving blessings from the master of the fungus. They exchanged life for strength and endurance; all the knights would share the sa soul and blood source, and only the crowd of Chosen Ones with the sa Matrix could so easily unite as one.
The Returning Knights were going all out!
Protected by the Wing Formation, Lou Feng, disheveled, finally revealed a smile, his gaze coldly fixed on the remaining two enemies. Now, they had nowhere to escape, not even that broken car…
Wait—
Suddenly, Lou Feng paused, feeling an inexplicable chill that seed to erge from nowhere, followed by a delayed shock and suspicion, unable to understand: where was the car?
Where was that damned car?!
In that instant, what he heard was a faint, crisp sound.
Coming from behind all the Returning Knights...
Click!
A chain of bullets loading…
In the midst of the chaotic battle, the insignificant presence of the three-wheeled scooter, which had finally shed the dust cover hiding in the trailer bed, revealed a pile of harvests.
Even, the large and small packages on the inside, where Ji Jue had just finished welding the stand back in the camp not long before.
Atop the stand was an oddly shaped steel contraption.
Bulky, long, dark, and hard…
Along with six barrels that had begun to slowly rotate at so point, aiming far off at the backs of the Returning Knights... causing Lou Feng to rage uncontrollably!
Generously sponsored by retired veterans, it was a good thing dug out from underneath the veterans' mutual aid association's warehouse by Feng Ge with a facial recognition check, later refurbished and quenched by lting Furnace Bro.
And the two thousand one hundred bullets allocated by Sister Wen's special order took up over seventy percent of the carrying load originally ant for the little ox-horse…
—It was a six-barreled heavy machine gun!
In that instant, the little ox-horse's rear end was finally adjusted,
And just like that, under Ji Jue's signal, a hearty roar erupted.
"Beeee!!!!!"
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