"Do you think this method will work? I don't think it's very safe. "
"Don't worry. Although I haven't used it for a long time, I feel that the abilities of those guys are not particularly outstanding. At least, they are below the two of us, so it shouldn't be a problem to control them, as long as no one comes to disturb us."
"I've already set up a defensive spell around us."
Cecatly looked around and said, "In any case, it's definitely not wrong to seize the moment. If someone comes, the faster we move, the higher our chances of success will be. When the time comes, our strength will definitely increase by leaps and bounds."
Jon nodded and said, "Don't worry. Seize the time to find the flaws in these people's minds and plant a hint in them. I'll help you keep watch."
Jon had now expanded his force field to a certain extent, and nested a small force field to protect himself and Cecatly. The large force field was used by him to create the illusion that trapped the three Easterners.
However, although the illusion was created, he couldn't see the movements of those people inside.
Moreover, he had already separated the three people. Now, he just had to wait for Cecatly to defeat these people one by one. If someone came on the way, it wouldn't be a good thing.
Sometimes, things in this world were so strange. What one feared would happen.
Just as Cecatly began to enter the spiritual world of one of the people, Jon suddenly noticed that several people were walking towards them from not far away.
"Can you get them away?
I've just started to enter the spiritual world of this poet. If I retreat now, I'm afraid his spirit will be scattered by me. "
"I'll try to detour them to another place. It seems that the gunman should be good. He's in the best condition among these people, and I feel that he should be the strongest one."
"Do what you want, just don't disturb me first."
Jon nodded, probed with his energy, and then changed the path.
The people who came in later didn't realize that they had entered an illusion at all.
Speaking of which, it was normal. Jon's illusion was something that affected the spiritual world. As long as these people stepped into this building, they would be quickly dragged into his illusion.
Most importantly, the structure of this illusion was half-real and half-fake. Everything they saw about the buildings and the environment was real, but the people were different.
What the gunman saw was not a real human, but the monsters that lived here.
The images of the monsters were, of course, fabricated by Jon. In Jon's mind, there was not much else, but the appearances of these monsters were plentiful.
At this very moment, the gunman was fumbling.
There were only a few bullets left in the sniper rifle in his hand. He had prepared some when he came over, but he lost some when he entered the world. He also lost some when he entered the world. He used some when he killed people.
So in the end, there were only five bullets left. A sniper rifle could not be loaded with too many bullets, so the bullets inside were very precious.
If he was lucky enough, he should be able to find a new weapon here, but now it seemed that his luck was not particularly good.
Although this space looked like a modern city with high-rise buildings, and was even more developed than most countries in this world, the internal structure was still very ancient.
The possibility of firearms appearing here was really too small.
"This person … Could it be that he doesn't even know how to copy a spell?"
The bullets of firearms were just a kind of material in this world. The things that magic elements mimicked were much stronger than this kind of material.
Jon listened to the man's muttering and felt that he might have made a mistake.
No matter how he looked at it, this three-man team did not look particularly strong.
But if they were too strong, they would not be a good choice.
Jon's mind turned, and the force field fluctuated slightly, transmitting his magic power to the gunman not far away.
With the sniper rifle in the gunman's hand as a template, the difficulty of copying was much less. Jon used magic to quickly create many similar guns and bullets, then picked the one he was most satisfied with, kept it, and scattered the rest again, letting them revert back to magic elements.
When did the design concept of the magic gun appear in his mind?
He had forgotten.
It seemed to be something he thought of when he was talking about firearms with Helga in the Devil Fairy Castle.
As for whether it could be used, to be honest, there were no particularly good magic materials now, and he did not have the smelting skills, so he could only use the copy spell to create such a weapon. If it was outside, with alchemy materials, he might be able to copy and make a more advanced magic gun, but now the copy version could be used.
So in the next moment, when the gunman turned a corner, he saw a brand-new gun on the table, which was also engraved with very gorgeous patterns.
He quickly ran over and held the gun in his hand. The magazine was just full, ten bullets.
It was far better than the sniper rifle he had just used.
But before he could be happy, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.
There was also a sharp sound of wind breaking.
There was an enemy.
The gunman didn't even have time to raise the gun and pull the trigger, and the enemy behind him had already approached him. He subconsciously leaned on the gun and threw a punch behind him.
The power of the punch filled with magic was actually not small.
"You really think I'm a gunman and don't have any melee knowledge? I used to be a warrior. "
He muttered and walked to the man's side with the gun. He was just about to raise the muzzle and shoot the man, but hesitated.
There were only a few bullets in total, and it was really not appropriate to waste them here.
Fortunately.
The length of the sniper rifle was the same as using it as a stick.
There was a sneer on his face, he raised the gun and swung it down fiercely.
Like smashing a persimmon, bright red color mixed with white brain matter burst out and splashed on the ground.
"Disgusting."
Jon, who was disgusted by this scene, slightly adjusted the view to the back. Although the picture transmitted by the water line was not clear, such a large visual pollution was really uncomfortable to look at.
"So why do we have to go separately? These people don't have any good habits. If we go together, how can this happen? "
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