Chapter 507: Silver Chariot · Requiem

Everything happened too suddenly.
At the moment when the arm of the silver chariot was slightly cut by the arrow blade, Polunarev seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer to his head, and fell into a momentary stun, until he relied on his tough will to overcome the dizzy reaction, see Here is the scene where Dongfang Zhuangshou, who was holding an arrow, was blown away by his own substitute crazy diamond.
In the sound of fragmented bones and the exclamation of the audience, Dongfang Zhanzhu's arrows spun out of the air rotated a few times in the air, and were accurately caught by a hand with a dark skin like a mirror.
That was the hand of the silver chariot-but the current silver chariot is far from the original image of a knight in silver armor.
Polunarev looked at the avatar next to him in amazement, the cowboy-like appearance, the fuzzy features that blended with the darkness ... The avatar image highly connected with the master's life spirit completely changed, what does this mean? ?
But the situation was so critical that he couldn't bear much thought.
After the arrow fell into the hands of the silver chariot, a circle of invisible power spread out in all directions like a shock wave generated by the explosion. The original Joseph who ran to this side did not snor, just in this lap After the shadowless power swept through, he fell to the ground in a coma neatly.
This irresistible force of dormancy instantly subdued everyone except Polunarev on the field. If he is now malicious, he can easily kill any sleeper.
However, looking at researchers who have fallen to the ground like dominoes, Polunarev was so anxious that he couldn't care less about this powerful force. He tried to focus his mind on the immovable Negro shadow and tried Contact and control the inscrutable avatars that restrain them.
The relationship between the avatar and the ontology is extremely close. Polunarev's efforts are still effective. Although he cannot understand the specific changes in the avatar's ability and the principle of operation, he has gradually explored with the avatar for decades. A little law, adapted to the current state of the silver chariot, and gradually suppressed the spreading speed of that mesmerizing force.
He had a hunch that if he didn't suppress the runaway substitute at this moment, that weird energy would sweep the whole world!
But also when Polunarev's spirit was highly concentrated on the substitute, more weird changes appeared—
As if an ant was climbing and gnawing in the flesh, the soreness that could break the will of ordinary people swept Polunarev's body, and an increasingly strong foreign body sensation hit his soul. He almost wanted to tear Weird desire to crack one's own skin and release the strange existence inside.
The abnormal pain of the body, Polunarev can also rely on his firm will to suppress, but with the strange thoughts that came from the bottom of the heart, he was completely unable to suppress, because it was not like an external implant Thoughts, but more like his own thoughts-
... Mr. Josda, to the end ... beyond the ritual ... what happened ... to lift the physical restrictions on the soul ...
... Damn ... Relieve the soul's restrictions on substitutes ... The spirit can't be concentrated ... Silver chariot ... Requiem ... Fate ... Singularity ...
As if there is a very different character in the soul, he is robbing the dominance of his mind, and the world in front of Polunarev is collapsing and collapsing-at this moment, he almost loses his perception of his body and his substitute, and is completely in darkness. In.
But at this moment, the people who had fallen asleep before woke up, and the spacious experimental field was suddenly filled with a burst of horrible shouts--
A middle-aged man gave a feminine scream by covering his Majesty with one hand, and heavily armed guards lay on the ground crawling like dogs on all fours ... as if the souls in the bodies of the people were dislocated, and they showed that they did not fit their appearance. Words and deeds.
But in the midst of chaos, a small boy suddenly rushed out, and it was indeed Poynco, the owner of the prophetic toto god.
However, the consciousness now living in this body is not the boy.
The substitute of Madam Diamond who attacked himself before attacked himself. The mutated silver chariot has extremely strange ability ... To avoid direct contact, try to directly interfere with its body to affect its movement ...
Quickly bypassing the direction of the silent silver chariot, the boy stretched his right hand forward and shouted, "Go back! Polunarev!"
The purple thorns burst from the boy's arm, bypassing an arc in midair, and tied Polunarev's right hand firmly, at the same time, a golden arc burst from the boy's hand, and the purple thorns The upper scintillation conducted and perfused into Polunarev's arm.
The connection and interaction between the Purple of the Substitute Hermit and the Power of the Ripple is something that Joseph has been researching these years. The ripple itself is closely related to life and spiritual power. The substitute ’s conduction of the ripple disturbs the body and soul of others, and briefly captures each other. The control of the limbs is a familiar skill.
Polunarev's hand was uncontrolled under this stimulus, and he had been standing silently in the silver chariot. The right hand holding the arrow was also implicated by the closely linked Polunarev, and was applied by purple thorns. Force twisted.
Under the attack of the outside world, Polunarev, conscious of the ambiguity in the self-contradictory conflict, was awake a little bit. The nature of the fighting allowed him to regain the dominance of perception and body. He realized immediately that the boy in front of him was Joseph. Cooperating with the power transmitted by the Hermit's Purple ~ EbookFREE.me ~, I worked hard to synchronize the control of the substitute and released my clenched hand.
The epidermis is like the silver mirrored chariot that reflects the heart slowly, and the arrows captured by it slide down from the gap between the fingers, and the unexplainable feeling of depression emanating from the body is suddenly reduced a lot.
But before Polunarev was relieved, the silver chariot with ambiguous features turned his head and stared at them quietly.
Being stared at by this "gaze" that seemed to contain an independent consciousness, and with the youthful appearance of Joseph, his heart tightened, and then he found that the hermit's purple, who did not know why the power had increased, suddenly lost control and immediately lifted the wave. Runalev's arms were tied like a long whip on a falling arrow.
As the arrows pulled by the fierce force away, the deep black of the surface of the silver chariot gradually faded back to the original silver knight.
Josef, bound by the rolled-up purple thorns, tried to turn his gaze, and saw the key arrow swirling towards the edge of the experimental field, and his head was pierced ... just came in from outside the lintel ... transparent water mass?
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