Chapter 784: Sword light

Accurate judgment, keen observation, agile skill, strong psychological quality, superb power control ability, rich combat experience... Only when these skills are melted together can they smoothly and perfectly block this series of attacks.
Freya must not be able to do it, because instead of this, she prefers to flood the enemy with flashy movies.
The veteran can't do it, because he is not a mixed race, his mobility is up to standard and his destructive power is insufficient.
Tang Lin propped on the ground with one hand, his body was still sliding backwards, the electric glow on the soles of his feet washed everything on the trajectory.
The three s-series clones did not groan or roar. They are biological weapons without pain and personality, without self, fear, slack, and betrayal, similar to biological robots.
Of course, the destruction of the scorpion will inevitably affect their mobility, causing a short-term stupor.
When Tang Lin was about to give them the final blow, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a clone not far behind. He was surprised at the death of Sange Will. Turamon, who was in a state of absent-mindedness, took out a pistol from nowhere and aimed at Elena. vest.
He frowned slightly, the electric light shot under his feet, and he turned into a shock. His left hand sucked a warhead from the ground, and his right hand flicked lightly. The light twisted into a grid in his palm.
Just as he was preparing to repeat the old tricks, and at the same time to send His Royal Highness, who was not alive or dead, on the road, the power grid in his palm was like silk yarn blown up by the wind, oscillating in a certain direction, the electric potential was disordered, and the magnetic field was unbalanced.
The sound of the gun sounded, and the bullet was unhindered. It ejected from the barrel of the gun, passed through the aisle where the red flies were flying, passed through Tang Lin's field of vision, and shot straight at the back of Elena.
Turamom hated Tang Fang, but he knew it very well. People who can't beat Mr. J are even more unlikely to win with his millet and rifle, but they need to find a target that can vent their emotions. Let Tang Fang also taste the loss of his loved ones.
He couldn't kill Tang Lin either, but he could kill Elena, who had no power to bind the chicken. She is Tang Fang's fiancée and one of the culprits responsible for the death of Sange Will, so she is a suitable target for venting hatred and anger.
He wants her to die, just like Sange Will dying in front of him, he wants her to die in front of Tang. Only in this way is fair.
Mr. J was also very angry, with flames of hatred and unwillingness burning in his chest.
He found that he couldn't kill Tang Fang either, and it was difficult to break through the line of defense composed of two giant beasts. Seeing the fighting situation in the north of the square, seeing Elena's figure, and Turamón gave birth to the same idea.
He wanted Tang Fang to taste the pain of losing his love and spend the rest of his life in regret and self-blame.
This is his revenge, to praise Will, but also for himself, and even more for God.
Tang must pay due price for what he did after coming to Turanx in the United Kingdom.
So he flicked a shot, relying on the speed advantage to deceive the northern battle group, it happened that Tang Lin solved those attacks, and wanted to kill Turlamon.
The electric energy gathered in the right arm of the Ypsilon could not harm Tang Fang. But it can interfere with Tang Lin's performance and destroy the artificially constructed magnetic field.
The gun fired and the bullet came out through the barrel. Without being blocked by any external force, it shot straight at Elena's back.
Tang Lin saw this scene, and the light in his pupils flourished.
Tang Fang also saw this scene, his face instantly turned from calm to bitterness, and the temperature of the entire square dropped a bit.
At such a distance, the system unit can never be faster than the bullet. Or the time-space fold of the core of the mothership can slow down the shooting process, but it takes some time to enter the real universe from the system space, which is definitely not faster than the warhead.
Tang Lin was once again entangled by Mr. J who was flying at low altitude. It is difficult to use one's abilities.
As if waiting for Elena, the only ending was shot and killed.
The howl of the wind has become weaker. The red cloth pieces that fell in the sun became more vivid, like coagulated blood. Not crystal clear, somewhat dull.
The sharp warhead galloped all the way, penetrating the curtain made up of dust, piercing through the flesh and blood, splashing countless bright red, and forming a pillar of blood, sprinkled on the fragmented red carpet, painting a mottled.
The second bullet came one after another, followed by the third... the bright red spread on the ground, spreading across the clothes, squeezing out vitality from the body.
Click...
The sound of the firing pin hitting the cavity sounded.
Turramon emptied the bullet in the magazine.
Tang Lin finally forced Mr. J back and fell on the fragmented red carpet... It was just that it was too late, and he could not stop those bullets.
A figure fell behind him, and fell only 1 meter away from the shield. The blood was bleeding under him, winding along the gap between the broken stones.
At this moment, no one speaks, like a silent movie, with sparkling gunfire and bright pools of blood, but no one can hear the cry of the wind, the breath of people, the flying clothes, only silence.
"People are getting old... as expected... it's no use... Second brother, look... the sky is still so blue, no different from when I was a child, but there are so many people... so many things, it becomes... no... one... ...Like..."
"No, you haven't changed, you are still the same as when you were a child, so capricious."
"Really...I really... don't want to grow up."
"When I was young, I looked forward to the world of adults the most, but when I really grew up, I always miss the bright times. People are really a contradictory creature."
Henrietta and Mellor, one standing inside the circle, one lying outside, one looking at the bright pool of blood underground, and the other looking at the blue sky above their heads.
Mellor's voice was intermittent, but his eyes were serene, as if seeing something nostalgic.
Yes, he saved Elena's life, but he paid his own life for it.
If he was young, he could easily dodge those bullets, but now there is such a result. In fact, he never thought of using this kind of way to stage a heroic rescue of the beauty. Elena is Tang Fang's beauty, not his beauty. There is no need or obligation to do that. He just reacted subconsciously at the moment the gun was fired, feeling that Elena could be rescued without being injured.
Unfortunately, his body is no longer young, only his spirit is still flying.
So he died of arrogance, it can also be said that he died of misjudgment of the situation.
From his own point of view, this is neither noble. Not great, on the contrary a bit shameful and sad.
He wanted to save Elena, but he never wanted to take his own life... This was totally an accident.
of course. He didn't regret it at all, but was somewhat relieved. After all, I got what I wanted. I didn't die on the sickbed, but in the last few springs and autumns of my life, I did a worthwhile thing...like a real man.
Moreover, Captain Tang owed him a love.
It is worthwhile to trade such a favor for 5 years, so he is very calm. The calm eyes were full of relief.
Henrietta's eyes were also very calm. There was no excitement because of Mellor's death, but some sadness and nostalgia. The sadness was because he could not see him again in the future, and the memory was because of the "second brother". The call seemed to go back to the past.
Elderly people are always accustomed to spending a long time reminiscing about those passing times, and he is no exception.
He knew what Mellor was, so he was not sad.
Elena was sad, with tears in her eyes. Looking at Melor outside the shield blankly, Kylenia hugged her waist hard and said something loudly in her ear.
Maple leaves swing lightly. The water line falling from the fountain shook slightly, and fine water splashes splashed on the surface of the pool, which was very crisp and beautiful.
The sound of nature returned to this world, Turramon continued to pull the trigger, and the click of the firing pin was particularly harsh.
Tang Lin jumped to Mellor's side, picked him up from the ground, and shouted his name vigorously.
He retracted his gaze from the dome and looked at Tang Lin with a smile. Gathering the last bit of surplus energy, he moved the sword covered with his own blood to the front: "Tell Tang Fang...if you can. Please help...I...take care of...Kud..."
He failed to say the last two words.
The sword slid down from the palm of the palm and landed in front of Tang Lin.
in fact. That is not a sword, at least not a sword in the ordinary sense, because it originally has no hilt, and naturally there is no sword style.
Whether it is the hilt or the scabbard, they are all installed by later generations.
Tang Lin held the sword, put down a serene Mellor, then glanced at Henrietta inside the shield, then turned his head and looked at Turamon, who had stopped pulling the trigger and was laughing upright.
Mellor died, finally died, dying in his hands, like a scene that had been staged countless times in a dream.
This old thing that never gave him the slightest face, fart at him in the joint council, and made him eat in the airspace of the Bavaria space station. He finally died in his hands, even though it was different from what he had imagined, it was finally revenge for the past.
Elena escaped, although some regrets, Mellor's death suddenly vented the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, from the original sadness to a big laugh.
That was his uncle, but only in name. He never regarded Henrietta, Gilcott, and Mellor as relatives, but a life-and-death enemy who can only survive by one side.
Now, the old thing with a similar identity to him and in charge of the 23rd Ranger Regiment is dead, of course it is a very cola thing.
His laughter was unquenchable for a long time, perhaps because he was suppressed for a long time, or he was deliberately using it to downplay the sadness caused by Will's death.
When Mr. J slew in the air, when he faced the battlefield again, Tang Lin held the sword and rushed towards Turramon.
He wanted to avenge Mellor.
The surging electric light bloomed from the soles of the feet, and the body turned into an afterimage. Holding the broad sword in both hands, it pierced straight towards Turramon.
An s series clone stepped forward to block, the sharp iron claws drew down, and brought a scream in the air, and the evil wind rushed towards his face.
Tang Lin didn't hide, let alone stop, he raised his broad sword slightly, one step upward.
The clone did not intend to kill him, but hoped to hold him back and create favorable conditions for Mr. J.
That claw is sharper than the sharpest knives and tougher than stainless steel. It can easily crush human skulls and cut through combat power armor.
It's a pity that it can't crush the "Hecate".
The moment when the 5 sharp claws intersected the blade, the crimson texture radiating from the ridge of the sword to the two wings suddenly lit up, and the 5 long and narrow shadows flew into the sky and fell heavily on the ground, breaking the granite stone bricks into pieces.
Tang Lin finally knew why Mellor cherished this sword so much, and solemnly handed it in his palm at the moment of dying.
This is the glory of the old man, as well as his indestructible will and courage.
"Hecate" ------ in the name of god.
Tang Lin continued to move forward, a black warrior attacked from the side, and the grenade lifted off from the knees of Saint George's armor, drawing a parabola. Falling on his left and right.
With a bang, the flames flashed, and shrapnel flew outward. The rain-like stone chips soared into the air, and fell rustlingly. The heat waves dry the surrounding flowers and meadows, and the edges of the leaves and petals are slightly yellowed and rolled inwards.
The fire light like a swell covered the sight, dust and stone chips covered the sky.
A figure ignoring the surrounding light and fire, tearing everything on the road, engulfed in billowing gun smoke, straddling dozens of meters, appeared in front of Turlamon.
The military uniform on him is no longer upright. The clean shirt was also darkened by gunpowder smoke, but his eyes were bright, and the sword in his hand was also bright.
Turamom no longer laughed, and the brightness that belonged to Tang Lin became brighter and brighter in his eyes.
The same is bright, but his brightness belongs to others, not himself.
"Hecarty" failed to penetrate Turamon's chest like cutting off the clone's claws, because a figure fell and withstood its stabbing.
It's Mr. J.
The fleshy wing that was originally used to soar in the sky turned a corner from the back to the chest. It turned into a black shield, protecting Turamon behind.
That single wing is not just for flying, it can also be used as a solid barrier. Even armor-piercing bullets fired by large-caliber weapons cannot pierce them.
It is his pride.
However, "Hecarti" is a magic weapon after all, even if it can't completely pierce the barrier, the sword's edge is nearly half a foot deep into it.
The texture of the sword ridge overflowed with bright red light, illuminating the dark shield, and illuminating Tang Lin's eyes.
He couldn't understand why the barriers made of flesh and blood were so strong that even "Hecarti", a magical soldier like iron, could stand it up.
Although I don't know the origin of this sword. To be sure, it is definitely not a human creation.
Only Mr. J knew it. How powerful the hybrid gene of this fleshy wing behind him is, it is completely different from his left arm. And acupuncture on the crown.
It is not a general hybrid gene constructed from human genes and extraterrestrial biological genes, but a special hybrid gene constructed from human genes and epic biological genes. It is extremely burdensome to the human body. Even Lord Noah, it is only on him. Once a piece of fleshy wing is cultivated, a second piece can no longer be cultivated.
"Hekatie" and Flesh Wing were still at a stalemate, Tang Lin's face was lit by the sword light, and the surging electric glow poured out from the hand holding the hilt and poured into the broadsword.
He was unwilling to give up.
The red texture on the sword of "Hecarti" bloomed with a more brilliant brilliance, the texture turned into cracks, countless high-energy particles overflowed, and a fire tree snaked out around the sword.
The man-made sword hilt could not withstand the erosion of the high-voltage current, and it exploded into a mass of debris, but Tang Lin did not lose "Hecarti". On the contrary, it seemed to become a part of his arm.
Those red textures radiating from the ridge of the sword to the front of the sword cracked and turned into a sheet-like structure. As the spine stretched and moved outward, the gap between the blade and the blade became wider and wider. , Turned into a special sword composed of stacked blades.
After the man-made sword hilt was broken, the sword grid partly sank down, and a ring of flexible material contracting inward popped out from the bottom, which tightly wrapped the wrist and swallowed the front palm.
Mr. J was dumbfounded for a while, but never thought that Mellor's "Hecate" would fall into Tang Lin's hands and this change would occur, as if he was stimulated and suddenly liberated the second form.
Tang Lin was also surprised, but he quickly recovered, accepting the fact that the broad sword has become a big sword, and once again injected more power into his right hand.
The wind that filled the atrium seemed to be cut off, and the sunlight was forced back. The red light swept through the tens of meters around the two people. The original red-textured structure formed by the edge of each blade sprayed out a wave of particles containing extremely strong energy, forming a The vortex expanding outward eventually spread into a blazing storm.
The dazzling red light engulfed the bodies of the two of them, and even Turamon beside Mr. J was also enveloped. The violent energy fluctuations ravaged the small half of the atrium, and the clones and the black warriors in St. George-class power armor took a step back.
In the end, a miserable hum broke through the world shrouded in red light and shuttled into the clouds.
The turbulent energy field finally broke through the shackles of Flesh Wings and exploded to the left and right of "Hecarty", with shock waves sweeping everything around.
Fragments of the red carpet, broken scorpion tails, stone chips on the ground, crooked seats, broken wine glasses, and even the high heels lost by the women on the scene... all were shaken by the shock wave and shot towards distance.
The natural wind was scattered, the green leaves and flowers of the flower pond were scattered, and the maple trees outside bowed their heads...
As if a typhoon was crossing the border.
The stream of red particles converged in a flash, and returned to the body of the "Hecate", and did not go away with the shock waves, avoiding causing more extensive damage.
The storm dissipated, the dust gradually thinned, and the sight slowly recovered.
"Hekatie" returned to the edge and resumed the broadsword posture, but the sword grid still wrapped Tang Lin's right hand.
Mr. J looked embarrassed, to be precise, miserable. The fleshy wings in front of you are no longer in the past, torn into countless fragments by the raging wave of red particles, leaving only a few bone spurs on the shoulder blades and a piece of fleshy wings, still dripping with purple blood~www.mtlnovel. com~ His left arm, which he used to resist the aftermath of the particle tide, was also scarred. The surface of the dragon's head was washed out with deep bone wounds. Like the broken flesh wings, purple blood poured out, staining the ground with a different color. .
There was a strong pungent smell in the air, like old vinegar.
Tang Lin stared at "Hecate" on the front of his arm blankly, his brows twisted into a rope, his eyes filled with doubts and excitement. (To be continued.)
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