Dimensional Eroders

Bai Lang wiped his face, shaken off the flesh and blood stuck on his face, then bent down, his hand knife pierced through the layers of tough boiled cowhide like a sharp knife and the ripples of the finger flowed lightning. When the flesh layer under his feet was no more than his forearm, he made his five fingers into claws, grabbed hard, and grasped the'electrotherapist' who was wrapped in flesh and blood.

The equipment that was'taken away' returned to his hands, Bailang's legs pierced into horses, the whole body's joints and strength were twisted into one, and the horizontal exercise broke out, locked the ripples, transformed into a human internal combustion engine, stood up abruptly, and pushed the'battery' outwards Unplug. And opened the defibrillator easily, one hundred thousand volts!

He pulled up like a yang, and instantly got up and exerted force, the blue electric arc violently rushed and flowed all over his body. It turns into an elemental energy that hurts both the enemy and yourself, intertwined with the ripples.

Bai Lang's eyes burst out with blazing white light, his body was entangled by thunder snakes, his hair was vertical and his muscles were distinct, and the electric arc was indefinite. Under the stimulation of the electric current, not only did his muscle strength make a small extra breakthrough, the flesh and nerves of the monster also contracted instinctively, allowing him to smoothly regain the battery and store it in storage space.

But it was followed by dozens of times of counterattack.

Bailang dodges in a small area, relying on the sturdy metal body of the nuclear bomb sheep to bear the impact. Root tentacles shot out from the ground under his feet, flexibly wrapped around his legs, quickly pierced the skin and penetrated into the blood vessels, and began to draw blood and inject foreign objects.

Just when he used the blood clan's unique talent for blood control, he was dying to struggle. And when he mounted the bronze vehicle hard and made the final sprint towards the coordinates of Salf, he vaguely heard continuous explosions?

‘There are other people here? As soon as this idea flashed through his mind, he immediately denied it!

How can it be? ! It is impossible for other people to survive here, let alone the sound of ammunition explosions that are different from True Qi martial arts. There is no cannonball in this world.

Boom boom boom boom!

The cruel face slap came again. This time he not only keenly caught the vibration and sound of the blasting, but even used the "temporary small map" to refresh three blue light points.

"???"

Bai Lang looked surprised, what the **** is this? It's really an explosion! His running movement was a pause, and more tentacles were densely wrapped around his legs and arms. My mind is in chaos, is there any other contractor here? Are they friends or foes?

"Black thorns!"

"No pack, no pack, no pack, no pack, no pack..."

The black werewolf emerged behind him, and the bright red ripples (blood version) permeated the inside of the ghost, making its "werewolf form" lines slender and smooth, no longer the pure sense of strength in the past, but now it has both streamlined and more agile and flexible , Waving his hands into a storm, cut off the tentacles that connected the white waves one by one.

In the next second, an indescribable sadness rose to my heart.

"Huh? What's wrong? How can I cry?"

The white waves who were about to run suddenly stopped. He raised his hand to touch his cheek and found that his fingertips were extremely moist.

There is a sense of sadness in my heart.

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"Contractor, I perceive that there is a contractor here! Let's kill it!" The investigator felt the ripple energy emitted by the white waves and shouted in surprise.

"The pressure is too much, I really can't hold it anymore!"

The dark wizard went deep all the way, from fishing in troubled waters to having to share the pressure, and the burden he bears was getting heavier and heavier. The dozens of precious arms (casting materials) he had stored in his space were all exhausted, and he had already given up the idea of ​​retreating and fleeing.

However, the investigator did not retreat. He used one disposable scroll after another to continuously increase the group of three people. He also constantly used pieces of consumable equipment, from magic scrolls to alchemy bombs, to help the team fight endless attacks.

Ninety steps have been taken now, and the last ten steps seem to be few, but the difficulty has increased exponentially. But he has nowhere to go. He has paid too much for this task and can't stop it. He can only fight hard and continue to invest.

"Hold on again, the rescue target is nearby! Let's meet the contractor first, and one more person will have more power!"

Lao Wang was still calm and composed, his sparse hair was wet with sweat, and the top of his head gradually reflected light. He quickly ran through the current situation in his mind, and analyzed them separately from the two perspectives of ‘keep going’ and ‘choose to retreat’. After a simple estimate of the loss, he made a decision!

The captain's eyes showed a decisive look, and he gasped in a hoarse voice: "You retreat behind me, and the last segment will route me! Remember, five minutes! I can only fight for the last five minutes for you, and retreat regardless of success or failure. .Understand?"

"Please!" The investigator looked grateful.

Behind him, the dark wizard who hides his head and shows his tail is also full of expectations for the captain's hole cards. A second-tier veteran who can be designated by Paradise as a "captain" must have some support.

"Everything moves-people to middle age-depression!"

The terrifying and weird aura rose from the body of the leader of the old king, spreading in all directions. This confined space of flesh and blood seemed to be entering the deadly autumn, and everything was dying of vitality, unspeakable decadence, and the entire world was cast a shadow of gray and ruin.

This power not only infects the spiritual level, but even interferes with the rules that distort the real world.

Every second-tier contractor who opens the career bar must establish his own'power system', and based on the five ability bars, organically integrate the systems of different worlds, learn from each other's strengths, and create a unique'skill tree. ', and then condense the great source.

Therefore, every contractor who steps into the second-tier must have a core competence that is the bottom of the box, which is the ‘Tao’ that everyone pursues. It is also the crystallization (fruit) of different skill trees, and it is the ‘big source seed’ that surpasses Xiaoyuan.

Bailang constantly explores the ability bar, develops the bloodline potential, and created the "Gatlin Thunder Sound Secret Method" that has similar potential. However, his ‘core competence’ is far from perfect, it is just a rudimentary form.

The level of development of the team leader's "Rhythm of Everything" is also a highly sophisticated top rank among the ranks of the second-order contractors, and has involved the operation of the'rule' level.

Not to discuss whether his core competence is strong or not? The degree of completion alone is undoubtedly the second-tier high-ranking. It's only a step away from being promoted to the third rank. Therefore, he was appointed by the cemetery as the ‘leader brother’.

This ‘Rhythm of Everything-Middle-aged Crisis’ is the master of his power system, as well as the foundation and core. Combine and link multiple foundations, once activated, you can synchronize the surrounding environment with your own mentality.

Replace Tianxin with one's own heart, pull the'world' to one's level within a limited range, and use one's own negative soul origins such as depression, decadence, decay, emptiness, numbness, and despair to replace the'tianxin' to erode and infect the outside world. Drag the world into a ‘mid-life crisis’ together.

To explain it in human terms, it is the "domain enhanced version" of the fruit of the spirit-the negative ghost; or the localized "five declines of heaven and man, the tribulation of the end". All things and phenomena dragged by him into the radiation range will develop in the direction of ‘bad’ in the ‘cause-resist-bad-empty’.

The burning flame will gradually fade and extinguish, the rushing river will dry up, the noisy wind will no longer wave, and the surging volcano will begin to quietly dormant. Inspired by him, even the natural world fell into a ‘weak and decay’ with him, not to mention the creatures that were shrouded by him.

In an instant, no matter the investigator or the dark wizard, there was a feeling of ‘sorrow is greater than death’ at the same time.

The former was filled with emptiness and tranquility, and he began to examine whether he had to pay so much for a small task? Then I want to give up, review, and repent from the bottom of my heart. The latter is even more dull, why am I here? Why do I want to be so bad? Why am I so obsessed with illusory power? So that I lost my eyes.

Facing Lao Wang’s ‘Rhythm of Everything’, the only way to solve it is to use his own ‘great perseverance and passion’ to fight against the ‘Great Depression’ in his soul.

The most weird and powerful thing about the rhythm of all things is not the unlimited amplification of the ‘decay’ power, but the 100% real and original projection of the ‘decay’ in his heart.

How "mourning" the middle-aged social animal's heart is, how much "mourning" his rhythm projects to the outside world, UU reading www.uukanshu. com will never add an extra point. What this exchanges for is that no matter how many peculiar abilities possessed by all the ‘subjects’, they cannot be immune to or weaken this negative state, and they will inevitably project 100% of them in the depths of their hearts.

The only way to fight is to use your own positive energy and positive enthusiasm to obliterate the ‘Rhythm of Everything-Depression’, or be obliterated. There is no other way.

So how much loss is the captain? Not only did the investigator and the dark wizard both kneel, but even the pure-hearted God of War who launched an attack madly stagnated the attack, and the desire to attack was greatly reduced.

"The boundless fall of the woods is desolate, and the disease has been on the stage alone for more than a hundred years..."

At this moment, the captain abandoned the heavy shield, strode forward with a sullen face but firm footsteps, and groaned as he walked, the flesh and blood withered, decayed, and retreated wherever he went.

He was like Moses dividing the sea, and the wall of flesh and blood in front of him automatically split into an invisible fissure. On the opposite side of the road of flesh and blood, there was a ‘alternative locomotive’ that was stained with a lot of blood, but could be vaguely distinguished with a cool purple paint.

Under the light of the dim black and white headlights, the white waves deprived of color, knelt on the ground in tears: "Coach, I don't want to study medicine anymore, I really want to go home!"