Lu Qingchen's words, coupled with his half mysterious, half evil-eyed ugly child, is more like an instigator than a devil.
Gus subconsciously stepped back half a step, carefully observing the weapon transformed by the demon.
It had to be said that he had never seen such a strange thing.
You must know that even mechanical and steam weapons, which are regarded as taboo by the Fist Temple, their principles are quite simple and clear, and you can see it at a glance.
For example, crossbow arrows or even chain crossbow arrows, no matter how delicate the structure is, how complicated the gears, ratchets and transmission structures are, as long as they are disassembled and studied in detail, normal people can understand that it is nothing more than deformation, accumulation and transmission of force.
But the weapons of these demons are different.
Gus didn't see half a gear or half a pipeline on these weapons, not even the most critical steam balls and pressurized chambers.
This is definitely not the style of "Mechanical Demon" and "Steam Demon", but some kind of force that is more advanced, stronger, and more evil than the power of machinery and steam.
Reminisce that from the very beginning, Lu Qingchen said that he was not a steam demon.
So, which level of hell does it come from
Gus shuddered deeply.
The matter has come to this point, no matter who the opponent is, it is impossible to turn back.
Glancing at his sister lying next to him whose life or death was uncertain, the boy bit the tip of his tongue hard to wake himself up and calm down, panting heavily, "But, I don't know how to use demonic weapons."
"It's okay, I've downloaded a tutorial for dummies, write it into your soul now, come on."
Lu Qingchen greeted the young man with a smile, stretched out a thin and long finger, and suddenly poked it between Gus' eyebrows.
Gus felt a pain between his eyebrows before he could dodge in time.
His eyes widened, and the real world in front of him suddenly collapsed. He seemed to have fallen into the abyss again, no, it was the hell under the abyss, surrounded by mottled light and shadow fragments, accompanied by bursts of howling ghosts and wolves and howling winds, and finally "chirp kaka" "The reorganization into a whole new world.
"This is where?"
Gus looked around in confusion.
This is a gray steel building, and the empty dome echoes with deafening explosions, like uninterrupted thunder.
In front of him is a narrow and straight passage, and at the end of the passage is a pair of targets—Gus can only use bows and arrows due to his frail body, and he is very familiar with the structure and layout of the archery range. This place is like an upgraded version of a large archery range.
However, what was in front of him was not bows and arrows, but those chilling, demonic weapons.
"10345, why are you still dawdling there, can't you fucking raise a gun?"
There was a thunder explosion in Gus' ear, which made his neck shrink suddenly in fright. When he looked back, he saw the instructor who was also furious with the gorilla.
Wait, what is "instructor"? Why did I know this strong man wearing a strange camouflage uniform as an "instructor" as soon as I saw him, and wait a minute, what is a "camouflage uniform"
Gus found that as these two brand new concepts emerged in his mind, more unfamiliar information flooded into his brain like a flood.
This is a shooting range. This is the standard "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle of the Federal Orbital Commando. It uses a special 5.5mm caliber ice-fire compression bullet. The moment when the symbol array hits the target, the temperature around the target is dropped to 100 degrees below zero in an instant, and then it is burned with magma-like heat. This method breaks the target's molecular structure and achieves the effect of anti-equipment, which is enough to deal with real weapons. Light tanks and armored personnel carriers from the Empire of Man and the Covenant, blah, blah, blah, what the hell is all this!
Gus found that as more and more inexplicable information poured into his mind, he was uncontrollable and raised the "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle in front of him in a daze.
Then, "da da da da," he fired at a distant target.
The ice-fire assault bullet roared out, and the strong recoil caused him a pain in the shoulder, but as the pain swept across his body like a tide, a strange sense of familiarity also spread from his fingertips to his shoulder, and then from his shoulder to his eyes.
Hands, shoulders, and eyes all coordinated seamlessly, and the ballistic trajectory was stable and precise, with no half of the bullets missing the target.
It's so strange, it's the first time for the young man to come into contact with the "Thunder-3" assault rifle, but he seems to have been sleeping with this weapon since he was born, and he is more familiar with it than his own chiba.
boom!
Boom boom boom!
In the depths of Gus' pupils, two balls appeared, no, they were countless balls of fire mixed with frost.
A demonic weapon, so terrifying.
The teenager was excited and his blood boiled.
But in the next second, the surrounding shooting range shattered again, and his soul sank deeper into hell, falling onto a muddy and bloody battlefield.
"Come on, elites of the empire—"
Gus heard a more ferocious roar than the gorilla instructor just now, "Kill these federal people!"
Looking back, Gus saw a black three-star Blitz banner blazing in the gale.
He found that what he was holding in his hand was no longer the "Thunder-3" assault rifle of Star Federation.
But it turned into a triple-mounted heavy-duty Vulcan cannon of the elite special forces "Kuroshio Legion" of the Real Human Empire.
Similarly, the moment his fingers touched the black killing artifact, the weapon's parameters, usage method, and even some mottled usage images were all imprinted on Gus's soul.
Gus was in a trance, and his expression gradually became as ferocious as the immortal cultivators around him.
Carrying the Vulcan cannon, he aimed at a slowly approaching federal armored vehicle, and fired three bullet belts, directly blasting the armored vehicle into the sky.
The moment the armored vehicle went up to the sky, the picture changed again.
That's right, this time Gus became a soldier of the Covenant Alliance, carrying the "God's Punishment-7" rocket launcher on his shoulders, against the coalition forces of the Federation and the Empire.
This time, there were no gorilla instructors or grim-faced commanders.
The battle of the Holy League has always been quiet.
Just like a real machine, unless there is a malfunction, it will harvest life without saying a word.
In the quiet harvest, Gus also quickly mastered the use of the "God's Punishment-7" rocket launcher and became a master of it.
As a result, a ball of fire exploded violently in front of his eyes, blowing all the illusions to pieces. Surrounded by thousands of burning butterflies, Gus returned to the real world, on the cliff where the mountain wind was howling.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The boy was trembling, sweating all over, unable to help himself.
He seemed to have spent a long, long time in the illusion of hell, but judging from the slowly approaching torches in the mist, the time had only passed for a moment.
When he looked at the three weapons in front of him again, the eyes of the trash-looking boy had changed.
It's like looking at the former lover so familiar and eager.