Chapter 491: Breaking down and reorganizing the "baby face"

Polunalev's experience in stand-in battles is also very rich. He was driven by the combat instinct to make the most advantageous choice at first, and rushed towards the door of the room where he was.
"There are no signs of aging ... we have been here for two days, so this is not the home field prepared by the enemy, and I am sure that I have not touched any abnormal triggers ..."
During the sprint, Polunarev flashed a few thoughts in his mind and made a preliminary judgment on the current situation.
"... Then the enemy has a high probability of interfering in a field type that interferes with a certain specified condition and range. Such an avatar often expands the interference field with itself as the center. It is unrealistic to fight against the field of weakness and aging. The speed does not allow me to slowly ponder the opponent's ability and conditions. I must first find the enemy's substitute or body to attack ... "
In any case, most of the avatars in this world have a limited range of capabilities. Trying to stay away from the attack point and observe the change in the "injury" amplitude in the position. This is important for judging the position of the center point of the enemy's field. Is very helpful.
The silver chariot shrouded in Polunarev like armor, with several swords flashing, the wooden wall not far from the side of the door of the house was cut into a square hole.
Polunarev, who crossed the entrance of the cave with a ready-to-attack attitude, glanced at the door-it is normal for people affected by the aging area to immediately escape, so the enemy may also be in the house. Ambush ...
But the door to the house was empty, and Polunarev's vigilance failed to materialize.
At this point, on a hill two kilometers away from Polunarev's farm, at a high point with good vision, a monster man with long purple hair and cutout blindfolds was passing through a fixed perspective. Telescope looks at the farm.
"Is it a near-powerful stand-in, a silver-colored knight ... it's disgusting."
The man with purple hair retracted his gaze from the telescope. Sitting on the stone, he stared down at the strange device on his legs—
The shape of this instrument is roughly similar to that of a laptop computer, but its appearance is bulky and bloated, and it does not have any of the interfaces and logos that a normal laptop computer should have.
"What the is Proshit doing? He clearly launched the assault from a very close distance, but the other party still had the energy to cut the wall and rush out ... shouldn't normal people be senile and unable to walk? Although they need to stay alive, But you have too much effort, right? The relationship between our two is really not good ... "
After licking his lips, the man with purple hair clicked quickly on the instrument with both hands, and at the same time he whispered and smiled: "I still have to rely on my meloni's stand-in 'baby face' ... anyway, I can't Let the other party escape from the influence of the heroic benevolence?
"The two of us don't have much time ... fortunately, the children produced by this 'baby face' are qualified and very obedient ..."
Lines of text and images flashed quickly on the screen of the instrument. The man named Meloni seemed to be communicating with another being through the special props that appeared on the stand-in, driving the other party to act according to their own wishes.
Mission: To show physical appearance, attract the enemy ’s attention, and to prevent the other party from leaving the house as the first priority. At the same time, try to promote the other party to strengthen physical activity and increase the body temperature. Yes.
Understand, start execution.
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Polunalev, who had left the house and noticed that the aging rate had been significantly reduced in the cool wind in the open area, turned back to Cheng Bin who was still in the house and reminded him of his guess about the enemy ’s capabilities. I don't care about the chafing guy, and continue to move while focusing on observing the surroundings.
The crops are not flourishing in this season. Polunarev's field of vision will give a clear view of the open environment. After listening to the airflow with a sword for a while, he set his eyes on the house where he was before. Up-this is the only place nearby where you can easily hide people under his observation, and it is also the geometric center of the aging field.
The enemy's substitute or body is most likely in the house, but no trace of anyone is felt at all along the way, and the speed of aging will increase sharply when you go back ...
Keeping looking towards the house with a ray of light, Polunalev was away from the house quickly-he was not abandoning his teammates to escape the battle, and the enemy would never watch him leave this area of ​​aging, so there must be Someone came to stop him, and that was when his silver chariot came into play!
Polunarev, who kept the greatest vigilance on the move, quickly waited for the enemy to attack--
As he crossed a farmland path, the low debris accumulated at his feet suddenly broke down into countless cubes, which rushed against the ground and rushed to Polunarev's feet, regrouping and changing after approaching It became a sharp claw and pulled it out.
"Damn ... decomposition and reorganization? This is another substitute, with at least two enemies!"
The ready-to-run silver sword flew close to his heels, driven by Polunarev's will, and the seemingly hard claws shattered as soon as the silver light flashed.
Good ... So fast! Meloni, his sword is too fast! I can't even see it clearly!
Seeing the text flashing on the screen ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The purple-haired man in the distance stunned and then became furious: "What a joke ?! You are an invincible remote self-control substitute! Attack, isn't it completely restrained by your special ability? Be bold! Kill me! "
The body's anger passed far away, and the cluster of blocks and ground transformed by Polunarev's feet surged and flew up, swallowed up the chopped claws, and reorganized into a lavender. Weird humanoid.
Looking at the guy with sharp spikes on his head, who was definitely not human, Polunalev snorted, "Finally came out to face me? Sneaky things."
"Stupid!" He looked like a doll with a weird childish lilac substitute, and he seemed to have his own consciousness, and he mocked, "Your sword is fast, but you can break it down with that slender sword. Reorganized me? You dreamed in the day! "
Before the words fell, the lavender substitute slammed into Polunarev.
"Dream?" Polunayev hesitated, and his silver-armed chariot raised his hand and cut out with a sword. "Let's see who is daydreaming!"