"Although I understand that you tend to chase women more than men..." Ada shot U3's human upper body with a submachine gun while backing away to dodge the attack, "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in men without hair. ~”
(Bang!) The blade at the end slammed into the soil, and U3's attack failed again.
Well, how many men's inferiority is left in the U3 made of men, parasites and reptiles is still unknown, but it is enough to keep dangling in front of its eyes and attacking its own head. Leon chases Ada frantically. Alas... Unfortunately, now that it is riddled with holes, it still seems to have failed to hit a single blow.
"Remnant blood, dew chrysanthemum, distraction, the three elements that the white hair said are all complete... Then I'm welcome!"
Leon, who was standing directly behind U3, threw away the broken-wing butterfly in his hand, and instead appeared in his hand was a simple and unpretentious iron sword raised high: "I am Leon Scott. Kennedy, cut the sword of sin!"
"Yunyaozhidao! Feel it with your body! Yah!" Leon saw the opportunity and stepped on the side of U3's tail.
"Roar!" You can't expect a scorpion to wag its tail like a dog, it just shoves forward, and U3, whose physical features are similar to a scorpion, has the same instinctive reaction to detect the tail movement, and pushes its tail forward!
"Ha, ah, ah!" And Leon, who stepped on the side of the tail end, was also shot into the air with the movement of the tail, and its whereabouts was exactly there!
"Che-S-T!!!"
Cut in two! The upper body of the U3 human was cut into two pieces by a blow from the sky!
"—There is no such thing as my ship-killing knife (it's not) something that can be chopped continuously." The image of U3 falling behind him became the background of Lyon's declaration of victory.
"Um... um, six years of not seeing you, you really have changed a lot." Ada hesitated for a while before deciding what to say.
"There's no way, I've spent two years with someone from another world who tried to play the mysterious 'spear fighting technique' without even learning how to shoot on the spot. It's impossible not to be affected..." Putting away the iron sword, Leon went to Going back to pick up the revolver named "Broken Wing Butterfly" that he just threw away just to be handsome, "Is it really stupid from the perspective of a woman... I feel pretty good about myself..."
"Well~ I can only say that I think it's cute, you just now~"
"... um, shouldn't it be 'handsome'?"
…
"What?!" Krausa plunged into the body of the biochemical monster with an iron sword, but just as he was about to leave, the monster's dark claws grabbed his right wrist holding the sword.
What followed was a huge mouth full of sharp teeth that rushed straight to his neck!
There is no time to break free, and there is no action that can 100% avoid this blow! Therefore, Clausa chose - smashed his left hand covered with iron armor into the monster's huge mouth!
"Kara!"
"Humph! Don't think about it!" The monster that bit Krauta's left hand seemed to be planning to pounce on the place where it was killed, but Krausa pushed his body forward, leaving his left hand in his disgusting mouth.
"Knife!" The army thorn pulled out from the backpack directly pierced the monster's cheek.
"Sigh!!!"
"Sand Eagle!" The army thorn disappeared, followed by a dull gunshot that made the back of the monster's head burst with blood.
"his..."
(crack) The monster with countless scars on its body finally ushered in the end of its life as a "bodyguard".
"Okay, that's amazing...! I really won by hand-to-hand combat!" Louis, who has been so far away, came to Clausa and exclaimed. He was the only spectator who witnessed this fight of unequal size and strength.
"Hu... Hu... Is this really a win?" Clausa looked down at the blood-stained left hand that had been freed from the monster's mouth, and fell silent.
In this battle, his speed and strength are inferior to the enemy's, and all he can use is skill... and his skill is not enough to keep him safe all the way - like the final blow.
If it weren't for the defensive power provided by the full-body armor of the gamer from another world, maybe he would have broken his stomach after a certain blow from the enemy... Well, if he didn't have that confidence, maybe he would have been much more cautious. Cannot be hit by enemy attacks. However, with only this left hand, Clausa is sure that he will still lose it due to mistakes... It is only at this time that he will not be disabled by being bitten by such a strong bite force...
"Uh, with all due respect, even if you say 'This uncle is very sad now', your expression is completely different..."
"?" Are you laughing? how is this possible…
"To be honest... It's the first time I've seen someone who smiles so hideously..." Louis took a step back silently, holding the small pistol tightly in his hand... It's not that Clausa's smile is really so terrible, it's just a Louis The judgment of the person who can make this expression is generally very dangerous...
"..." Clausa took out the knife that had just stabbed through the enemy, so there was still blood left, and used the blade as a mirror.
Ah... I'm really laughing... It's like a facial nerve malfunction, an expression made outside of my own consciousness.
No, is it really out of consciousness
Don't lie, this kind of long-lost feeling of passion, even you can't deceive yourself.
"Slightly... I understand a little bit why that guy is so addicted to 'BOSS'..."
…
"Hey, come here, your enemy is here! It's just a tin can over there!"
"A donkey is also a donkey... A donkey is also a donkey..." The red-clothed believers who were close to the pear who were in the way finally turned their attention to Liz's cry, and muttered "Death is life" and surrounded them.
"Let's go... Ritian..." However, this time Liz seemed to be unable to say that they should all go to "birth"...
"Wang!" With a mournful cry, the dog passed between the believers and stopped in front of Obstruction Li, who was obediently maintaining a squatting state.
Yes, that's it.
"First, the characters in this game can only be beaten to death by the boss. If you can't beat the soldiers, the [that person] who is playing the game will be laughed to death."
The red-clothed believers who are surrounded in all directions should be regarded as the so-called elite believers. I don’t know whether they are infected with more parasites or are more advanced. Their vitality and attack power are much higher than that of villagers and ordinary believers. However, senior soldiers are still senior soldiers. Soldier, you can never be a BOSS!
"Second, at the beginning of the game's character setting, a person with a moral value of 70 points is preferred. Protecting iron cans that have been kidnapped without doing anything bad is within this moral scope."
Of course, incompetence is incompetence, and obstacles are obstacles, but if Ashley was an annoying and evil girl, Liz would have used the flexible and varied physical skills she had acquired in her agent training to intersperse and wander among the enemies, how could it be unprovoked When the meat shield has endured so many attacks.
"Third, this game character is set to love women."
Not very, very beautiful, but she was prettier than Manora.
"so-"
The red-clothed believers pounce on Leeds at the same time.
"—This uncle can only die by his own hands in this way!" Liz suddenly spun and threw a pile of grenades with their buckles pulled out.
(bang bang bang!!!)
"Ah!"
"Wang Woo!"
Even the most distant obstruction pear was hit by the air wave, but this time, she didn't cry or scream, and staggered over the red-clothed cultivator with her ears still buzzing. They walked to the center of the explosion where there was still a heat wave and picked up the "corpse" of the man who saved him.
"Leeds! Leeds! Don't die!"
"Eldest sister... I, I didn't commit suicide... Just feed me food... rescue... "
One word made the atmosphere go away...