Chapter 1933: Chapter 645: Sir Murphy’s Energetic Actions in the Silver Trial
“Bang”
Murphy mimicked the explosion of a bullet with his mouth and casually pulled the trigger.
The loaded burning gold tipped bullet was handmade by Old Flywheel. Additionally, Dark Night Luck extracted from Murphy’s spiritual energy pool to imbue it with corrosive night energy, accelerating the bullet to the speed of a black light as it left the chamber.
The Hunting Priest in the nine-man squad sensed the danger, but just as the long-range ineffective totem was taken out, its wolf head exploded completely.
This guy was unlucky, while Murphy’s luck was excellent.
This bullet was endowed with the special effect of “Piercing Heavy Strike,” killing in one shot!
The headless corpse fell to the ground amidst the mournful cries of the throne wolf, while the other jackaln didn’t stop running but spread out on the spot. Under the roar of the Silver Overlord, they transford into a hunting formation and charged towards the direction from which the bullet ca.
This kind of reaction, this kind of response, fully proves the high-level quality and strong ntality of the Black Disaster Jackalman.
Compared to them, the jackaln of Transylvania seed so weak that they didn’t even seem like the sa species.
The distance between the two sides was less than 700 ters, and at the full sprinting speed of the Elite Throne Wolf, it would only take a few minutes to cross. This was still a high-speed moving target, and for Murphy, not having the Hunter profession and weakened during the day, it was extrely difficult to achieve further results.
But the issue is, Murphy never concealed the fact that he was a “cheater.”
Heavenly Acceleration, on!
Star Realm Slowdown, on!
The fast and slow states were activated simultaneously, and as Murphy entered ultra-speed movent, the fastest three Barbarian Soldiers, along with their throne wolves, were forcibly dragged into the “high ping delay” doom.
The Vampire Governor even had ti to adjust to a standing shooting position on a tree branch, then fired three bullets in the sa second, forcibly treating the moving target as a fixed one, and the results were naturally gratifying.
Even if an ordinary pointed bullet hit the skull of a jackalman, death was hard to achieve, but if aid at the eyes, it was definitely effective.
No matter how tough the head of a ferocious jackalman is, its eyeballs must be soft.
Speaking of which, why didn’t those Creator’s Servants modify the eye weakness when they were biologically modifying the jackaln back in the day? For example, allowing jackaln to shoot lasers from their eyes, wouldn’t that be cool?
This nonsensical idea floated in Murphy’s mind, and the next second, the six-second acceleration and deceleration were actively canceled, with the bodies of the three Barbarian Soldiers flying off the throne wolves that suddenly regained speed.
There were still five jackaln and nine throne wolves left, the enemy still had a nurical advantage.
“Whoosh”
With a sharp whistle, the alpha wolf George and Spirit Vulture Reveno jumped out from the star whirlpool opened behind Murphy, George violently crashing into the throne wolf in front of him, causing a shriek from the collision of the two giants.
George is a Star Realm Creature, naturally resistant to physical attacks, and as a fully aggressive lone wolf, handling a few dogs raised by jackaln was nothing, and Reveno, directly inheriting one-third of Murphy’s attributes, was even more remarkable.
This Spirit Vulture rarely had chances to strike, but its ferocity certainly hadn’t disappeared.
In the mont of the standard deadly swoop, an eyeball of a throne wolf was forcefully plucked out, its attack brutally excessive.
With George and Reveno on the scene, how could necessary evil, which loves using numbers to its advantage, be absent?
The Demon Sword whistled as it transford into black light, shuttling back and forth in the forest. As Murphy’s power increased and it consud more blood essence, this fierce sword regained traces of its forr might, its triple acceleration drawing out black sword light as it whizzed through, piercing the bodies of the jackaln hunters with drawn bows aiming.
It’s not that necessary evil couldn’t kill, but the Demon Sword clearly understood that its wielder needed these wounds to practice the Ancestor’s Power of Crimson Ability.
Murphy, now concealed within the Shadow Cloak, had entered the battlefield, the Chainsaw Sword in his hand rotating at high speed, hacking and slashing back and forth with the dual-wielding weapon techniques from Midnight Assassin Swordsmanship. As the Crimson Ability intensified with the massacre, he no longer needed to use his hands as casting tools.
Like an aura effect, all the blood within thirty feet of Murphy was being manipulated by him.
The crimson matter seed to betray its owner, driven to gush from the wounds, gathering like a Crimson Storm around Murphy, one-fifth of it consud to condense blood energy, the rest all shaped into high-speed rotating crimson blades.
As Murphy chopped off a throne wolf’s head with his Chainsaw Sword, the flying blades pierced and turned the nearest jackaln hunter into a pool of mud.
This was Adel’s way of using the Ancestor’s Power·Crimson Storm.
Murphy didn’t know this but he could mimic and learn.
The Ancestor’s Power must be most suited to one’s own combat style, but Murphy couldn’t afford to be picky now. He couldn’t remain an Unyielding Black Iron while his players had already completed the Silver Trials.
Although no player would look down on him for this, Governor Murphy also had his pride.
“Bang”
The jackalman’s battle axe struck fiercely on Murphy’s back, but the deadly ambush hit nothing.
With the ghostly steps compounded by the Night Bat’s smooth combo, the Jackalman General realized sothing was amiss as he watched Murphy in front of him dissipate into flying bats. By the ti he turned around, his last guard was beheaded by Murphy, erging from behind in the Midnight Grip’s forced restraint.
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