Amidst the sudden chill, Huai Shi rolled abruptly in an attempt to dodge.
But he still felt pain on his back. The opponent's movements were surprisingly fast, and the jacket embedded with layers of iron wires and protection was almost penetrated by this blow.
After the first strike, another strike followed.
The sound of air being torn apart exploded again.
Huai Shi threw the hammer without looking back and turned to hide behind the shelf. Then, there was the sharp sound of metal being pierced. Then, he roared with all his strength and pushed the entire shelf behind him.
In an instant, there was a loud crash on the ground, and there was a continuous sound of shattering.
The attacker quickly retreated, his body surrounded by wisps of scarlet mist. On his pale face, his eyes shot out a bloody light. In his left hand was a slender cavalry saber. It was the weapon that had almost pierced through Huai Shi's body.
A Sublimator!
Huai Shi clicked his tongue unhappily.
The situation had entered the worst situation of the plan — he was blocked by a Renaissance Group Sublimator.
In fact, it was reasonable for such a vault to be guarded by a Sublimator, so it was not unexpected. It could only be said that his luck was terrible.
Encountering such a strong enemy skilled in swords and sabers, Huai Shi subconsciously wanted to take out his axe and jump.
He was delighted.
But in order to hide his identity, he did not dare to take out his weapon. Otherwise, he would be wanted by a Five Stars before he even left. Fortunately, Crow had already made a plan to deal with this situation.
As he pulled his hand at his waist, the liquid bag hidden under his jacket instantly shattered, and the sticky liquid instantly flowed down from the back of his hood and covered his whole body in an instant.
At that moment, Huai Shi reached out to his chest and secretly stuffed a Dust of the Liberated in. In the next moment, the darkness erupted, and flames burst out from his body, rising in an instant and enveloping him.
But this time, the flames turned into a blazing scarlet.
It was like dancing blood.
The color was changed.
Not only that, but the iron skeleton buried in his coat also protruded. It was as if his entire body was enveloped in burning rattan armor. It was a very strange sight.
Under the gas mask, his eyes were quickly covered by darkness.
Druid Pedigree, Grade Two Stigmata — Willow Man!
As if.
At best, it was just a counterfeit version that was only good on the surface.
It only looked scary, but in reality, it did not have the destructive power of the rumored willow stick men. The flames were just a mixture of volatile potions to change the color. In reality, they did not have any destructive power at all.
His current persona was that of an alchemist from Rome, and he could not afford to lose it.
"Romans?"
Clement was stunned for a moment, and his face turned gloomier, "EEBƏTƏTƏTƏTƏTƏTƏTƏTƏTƏTƏ!"
Eat shit, Latin!
Before his voice died away, the extremely skilled Russian Federation Army Knife Technique had already slashed toward Huai Shi's head.
What the f * ck are you talking about?!
How much hatred did they have for Rome?!
Not only did the Stigmata of the Druid Pedigree not force the other party to hold back, but it also had a taunting effect, which directly made the other party go berserk.
In desperation, Huai Shi did not dare to play the trick of catching the blade with his bare hands. He could only start running and dodging in the narrow and complicated terrain of the vault.
Fortunately, the layers of shelves were densely packed, or Huai Shi would have been forced into a corner and hacked to death.
In his panic, his eyes lit up, and he jumped with all his might, picked up the box on the top shelf, and threw it at Clement. Clement roared, and his cavalry knife slashed down, cutting the box and the goods inside into pieces.
"Coward! Face me! "He roared at Huai Shi in Slavic.
"I won't!"
Huai Shi spoke Latin, which he learned from the Red Gloves, and swung the bottles on both sides at him. "You, a Russian Federation Ascendant, work for the Americans, and you have the nerve to look down on others!"
Taking advantage of the moment when Clement's footsteps paused, Huai Shi finally approached his target.
It was the border relic lying in the middle of the shelf!
It was an ancient flail that looked ancient.
The handle, which was the length of an ordinary person's arm, was connected to a blood-red chain, and at the other end where the mace was originally, there was a head carved with countless sharp snake hair.
He really didn't know where this thing had been dug out from. That enchanting face still had traces of the ferocious and painful expression before death.
Seeing Huai Shi reaching for the Banshee's Skull, Clement not only did not panic, but a trace of mockery appeared on his face.
Among the border relics stored in the vault, the Banshee's Skull was indeed the highest grade, A, but this did not mean that Huai Shi could use it freely without the liberation language.
Moreover, in addition to the protection of the vault, all the border relics carried the curse and insurance measures set by the alchemists. If no manager came into contact with them before the customer used them, they would be more lethal than red-hot charcoal.
If he directly used his hands to grab it, once the protection was triggered, even if he wore gloves, he would be burned to ashes!
But in the next moment, he was dumbfounded.
Because Huai Shi actually took out a tube of potion from his pocket and smashed it on the flail. The dark green liquid instantly seeped into the flail. Then, he placed his hand on the handle and easily took the weapon from the shelf.
There was no backlash.
— Mistletoe.
Huai Shi grinned proudly. This was one of the insurance left by Crow. If he entered a dangerous situation, he might have to use the materials on the spot.
In order to bypass the restrictions and restrictions on the border relics, she used up the few precious resources and a large amount of Origin Substance to extract 30 grams of the finished product from a large barrel of potion.
The reason why it was named mistletoe was because it could bypass all restrictions and directly parasitize the target's root system, becoming a part of it.
This was a rare fusion agent. Its main purpose was to completely fuse two precious alloys that were incompatible with each other. However, after being modified by Crow and Huai Shi's' Confining Hand ', this strange effect was created.
Huai Shi would place his Origin Substance on his palm and melt it into a metallic shape, while the mistletoe was responsible for fusing the two metals into one.
The final result was that Huai Shi was determined to be a part of the Banshee's Skull by the anti-theft restriction.
The combination of man and hammer sounded extremely awe-inspiring.
Even if he didn't use the release language to let the Banshee's Skull release its original 'Petrification Strike', it was enough to make this bastard who was chasing him suffer.
Without waiting for Clement to react, Huai Shi took a step forward and swung the handle in his hand, smashing the Banshee's Skull towards Clement's head.
As the flail flew through the air, the two of them couldn't help but feel their legs go weak, their faces red and their hearts beating fast.
The reason was that this thing didn't let out a sharp whistle, but a gentle moan that made people's hearts itch.
The sound would even change according to Huai Shi's strength. It was like suddenly opening a porn film and then pulling it to the end. It was a complete mental pollution.
Clement, the security guard, had never heard of this effect. He didn't know what to do and was almost smashed in the face.
However, Huai Shi wasn't embarrassed. At first, he was a little scared, but after accepting this setting, how should he put it … … his heart itched and he wanted to listen for a while longer.
"Stop, don't go!" Huai Shi pressed on. "Let this grandpa hit you eight hundred times!"
As he spoke, he suddenly swung his arm down, and the Banshee's Skull swept towards him. Clement was furious. He didn't care about the difference in quality and used the cavalry sword in his hand to block the hammer of the flail. In an instant, sparks flew and a hole appeared on the military sword.
The fact that it didn't break on the spot meant that it was hard enough.
Immediately after, within three steps, Clement suddenly raised his eyes and roared.
He looked at Huai Shi.
A dazzling flash burst out from his eyes and shot straight into Huai Shi's pupils.
At that moment, a pair of wings spread out from his back, revealing the original appearance of his Stigmata.
American Genealogy, Level Two Stigmata — Gargoyle!
The American Genealogy was also known as the Heterogeneous Genealogy. The biggest reason was that most of the ascendants who formed the American Genealogy were borderline heterogeneous stigmatas, such as vampires, werewolves, ghouls, and other demi-humans who were regarded as dark races in the Middle Ages.
Therefore, the American Genealogy was regarded as a heterogeneous group.
Clement, who was hired by Renaissance, had evolved into the most famous' Gargoyle '. It not only had amazing defensive power, but also had the talent skill — Eyes of Hatred.
As an evil beast and guardian spirit, the Gargoyle had existed for a long time. In the legends, it was rumored that the Gargoyle punished evil. With this as the source, the Eyes of Hatred developed from the Gargoyle was a judgment against the enemy.
In the legends, it could summon the people who had been killed by the enemy to avenge the enemy, but in reality, the effect was not so mysterious. Perhaps after evolving into a Level Five 'Fallen Morning Star', a casual glance could make people fall into hell. However, a Level Two Gargoyle was at best a low-level slum.
Its purpose was to use its gaze as a medium to attack the enemy's consciousness. It would sift out the most profound strand of resentment from the enemy's body and bestow it with its own Origin Substance, causing the deceased to temporarily take on a ghost-like form to retaliate against the enemy.
In a short period of time, it would form an effect of two against one, and it could be used to suppress and win in battle.
The moment he was seen, Huai Shi's mind was filled with the effects of the Stigmata that the Crow had forced him to memorize. When he felt the source substance in his body going berserk, he naturally knew what this thing was. He was immediately alarmed and scared out of his wits.
The most hated person among the people who had died by his hand would turn into a vengeful spirit to claim his life … Forget about the Red Gloves, if it was a Heluo, he would not be able to do it at all.
He was already unable to deal with one, how could he fight another?
But then, he saw a resentful scream coming from the thick fog that rose up.
An old face emerged from the fog. Qi Wen, with a distorted face, used the resentment he had left behind to return to the world once again, and launched his revenge on Huai Shi.
Then?
Then there was no then.
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