Lu Qingchen's words, coupled with his half-mysterious, half-shifty-eyed, ugly child appearance, made him look more like an instigator than a demon.
Gus stepped back subconsciously and observed the weapons that the demon had conjured up.
He had to admit that he had never seen anything so bizarre before.
It must be noted that even the mechanical and steam weapons that the Fist God Temple considered taboo had simple and clear principles.
For example, no matter how delicate the structure of a crossbow was, and no matter how complicated the gears, ratchets, and transmission structures were, as long as they were dissected and studied in detail, any normal person could understand that they were nothing more than the transformation, accumulation, and transmission of force.
But the weapons of the demons were different.
Gus did not see any gears or tubes on the weapons. He did not even see steam balls or pressurized chambers, which were the most critical parts.
It was definitely not the style of a mechanical demon or a steam demon, but a power that was more advanced, powerful, and evil than the power of machines and steam.
Then, he remembered that Lu Qingchen had said that he was not a steam demon since the beginning.
Then, which level of hell did the demon come from exactly?
Gus shuddered hard.
With everything coming to this point, there was no turning back no matter who the demon was.
Looking at his sister who was lying next to him, the young man bit the tip of his tongue hard to keep himself awake and calm down. He breathed heavily and said, "But I don't know how to use the weapons of demons."
"It doesn't matter. I've downloaded a tutorial for idiots. I'll write it into your soul right now. Come here."
Lu Qingchen beckoned the young man over with a smile. He extended a long, thin finger and suddenly stabbed it into Gus's forehead.
Having no time to dodge, Gus felt the pain between his eyebrows.
With his eyes wide open, the real world in front of his eyes suddenly collapsed. He seemed to have fallen into the abyss again. No, it was hell below the abyss. Around him were mottled fragments of light and shadow. Accompanied by bursts of ghostly howls and chilly winds, they finally reformed into a brand-new world with a series of cracking noises.
"Where … am I?"
Gus looked around in confusion.
It was a gray iron building. Deafening explosions were echoing from the empty dome that sounded like nonstop thunders.
In front of him was a long and straight passage, and at the end of the passage was a target. Due to his weak body, Gus could only use a bow and arrow, so he was very familiar with the structure and layout of the archery range. This place was like an upgraded version of a large archery range.
However, what was placed in front of him was not a bow and arrow. Instead, it was those terrifying demonic weapons.
"10345, why are you still dawdling over there? Can't you f * cking raise your gun?"
A clap of thunder rang out in Gus's ears, scaring him so much that his neck shrank back. When he turned around, he saw the instructor who looked like a raging gorilla.
Wait, what's an "instructor"? Why did he know that this muscular man in a strange camouflage uniform was an "instructor" when he saw him? Wait a minute, what was a "camouflage uniform"?
Gus discovered that as the two brand-new concepts popped up in his head, even more strange information flooded into his brain like a flood.
This was a shooting range. It was the "Thunder III" anti-material assault rifle that was standard for the orbital assault team of the Federation. It used the special 5.5mm bullets of the icefire class. Every bullet contained a rune array of the ice class and a rune array of the fire class. The moment they hit the target, the temperature around the target would drop to minus a hundred degrees in the blink of an eye. Then, it would be burnt by the heat that was as hot as magma. In such a way, the molecular structure of the target would be broken, and the effect of anti-material would be achieved. It was enough to deal with the light tanks and armored carriers of the Imperium of True Human Beings and the Alliance of the Holy Covenant. Wait, wait, wait. What is all this about?
Gus discovered that as more and more uncanny information flooded into his head, he could not help but raise the "Thunder III" anti-material assault rifle in front of him in a daze.
Then, he aimed at the target far away and opened fire.
The Icefire Assault Bullet whizzed out, and the powerful recoil caused him pain in his shoulder. However, as the pain swept through his entire body like a tide, a strange sense of familiarity also passed from his fingertips to his shoulder, and then from his shoulder to his eyes.
His hands, shoulders, and eyes were in perfect coordination. The trajectory was stable and precise, and not a single bullet was off target.
It was strange. This was clearly the first time the young man had come into contact with the Thunderbolt 3 assault rifle, but it was as if he had hugged this weapon to sleep since he was born. He was more familiar with it than with his own babbling.
Boom!
Boom boom boom boom!
Deep inside Gus' pupils, two, no, countless fireballs that were mixed with frost appeared.
Demonic weapons were truly terrifying.
The young man was excited, his blood boiling.
But in the next second, the shooting range around him shattered again, and his soul fell deeper into hell, falling into a muddy and bloody battlefield.
"Go, elites of the Empire!"
Gus heard a roar that was even more ferocious than that of the gorilla instructor. "Kill these Federation people!"
When he looked back, Gus saw a black lightning trident flag that was burning furiously in the wind.
He discovered that what he was holding was no longer the Thunderbolt 3 assault rifle of the Xing Yao Federation.
It had turned into the triple-barreled heavy Vulcan Cannon of the Black Tide Legion, an elite team of the Imperium of True Human Beings.
At the same time, the moment his finger touched the black divine weapon of slaughter, the parameters, usage methods, and even some mottled images of the weapon were all imprinted on Guss's soul.
In a trance, Gus' face gradually turned as hideous as the Immortal Cultivators around him.
Carrying the Vulcan Cannon, he aimed at an armored vehicle of the Federation that was slowly coming close. He emptied three full ammunition chains and blew the armored vehicle into the sky.
The moment the armored vehicle took to the sky, the picture changed again.
Yes. This time, Gus turned into a soldier of the Alliance of the Holy Covenant, who was fighting against the coalition army of the Federation and the Imperium with the rocket launcher on his shoulder.
This time, there were no gorilla instructors or hideous commanders.
The battles of the Holy Covenant had always been quiet.
They were like real machines. Unless something went wrong, they would harvest lives without saying anything.
While Serene was harvesting, Gus quickly grasped how to use the "God's Punishment VII" rocket launcher and became an expert in this field.
Therefore, a fireball exploded in front of his eyes brutally, blowing all the illusions apart. Surrounded by thousands of burning butterflies, Gus returned to the cliff where the wind was blowing furiously in the real world.
Huchi! Huchi! Huchi!
The young man shuddered and sweated hard, unable to control himself.
He seemed to have spent a long time in the illusions of hell, but judging from the approaching torches in the mist, only a moment had passed.
When he looked at the three weapons in front of him again, the eyes of the seemingly useless young man had changed.
He was looking at his old lover with such familiarity and eagerness.
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