The incandescent flames shot up into the sky, and the terrible heat swept through.
In the blink of an eye, a forbidden area with no grass and no life appeared in the eerie black forest, as if it had been peeled off from this "other world".
Taking out the green bottle of water-based fire extinguisher that he had prepared long ago, the boy sprayed his entire body with it skillfully. Then he walked through the flames that had not yet been extinguished, stepped on the red-hot ground, and walked into the center of the fire.
This place of death where all life is exterminated is exactly the safe zone he has chosen.
After a period of exploration and verification, he roughly figured out the operating rules of the Black Forest.
Unlike other ancestors, Fuhailin has no intelligence of its own and its actions are entirely based on instinct.
It appears once every fifty years, devouring all life on the move. It is actually a process of predation and digestion. The length of time it appears depends on the amount of life around it. To put it bluntly, it comes out to hunt when it is hungry, goes back to sleep when it is full, and comes out to hunt again when it is hungry again.
The way of predation is very simple. All the plants and animals in the forest are part of it. Plants suck blood, animals gnaw, leaving only bones. On the other hand, as long as all the animals and plants within a certain range are eliminated, the threat of Fuhailin will be greatly reduced. Although the forest itself has the powerful recovery ability of the vampire species, the characteristics of the trees relying on the root system can still buy a lot of time, which gives Shinji the opportunity to eliminate fatigue and restore physical strength.
Fuhailin is too large and is constantly moving. Without a map or signs, finding the central Red Throne is undoubtedly a difficult task.
Thanks to Elquet's information, Shinji was the first person to enter Fuhailin, but after five days in the forest, traveling more than 200 kilometers and consuming a large amount of ammunition reserves, he still failed to find the True Crimson Throne. The only thing that can be confirmed is that he is getting closer and closer to the target - the greater the threat to the creature, the stronger the aggression will be. Shinji can clearly feel that the intensity and frequency of the forest's attacks are becoming higher and higher, and the ammunition inventory in the small world is becoming increasingly tight.
"There are only a dozen flamethrowers left, thirty incendiary bombs left, and not much explosives left. I do have a surplus of RPGs, but I can't use them here. If this trend continues, I can only hold out for another day at most. After that, I have to rely on myself. Alas, Britain is a peaceful region after all, and it is not easy to get so many things. If it were the Middle East, it would be easy to hold out for another ten days or half a month."
Relying on a physique similar to that of humans from the Age of Gods, the boy ignored the burning airflow and sighed deeply. The forest outside the flames was pulsating, ready to invade the inside at any time to retake the lost ground. He didn't have much time left.
"Do you want to go into the small world and rest for a while? Although you can't see the outside, the environment inside is much more comfortable than outside. With Elquet, the incarnation of nature, there is no need to worry about the 'big source' being cut off..."
The boy was holding a backpack made of special materials, calculating the rate of forest erosion while thinking.
At this moment, his ears suddenly moved, and then a grenade was thrown in a certain direction behind him.
With a loud bang, the grenade exploded and a big tree could not withstand the impact and fell down.
At the same time, a figure rushed out in a panic, obviously affected by the explosion.
Shinji held the bag in his left hand and two grenades in his right hand, and asked in a low voice: "Who is it?"
"Freddy the Magician."
The man who was blown to pieces gave his name in a dignified manner, giving people a free and unrestrained feeling.
Although he was called a magician, he was actually dressed more like a swordsman. His light attire, the one-handed sword that shone with a cold light, and the way he held the sword all showed that he had a very high level of attainment in swordsmanship, perhaps even longer than he had practiced magic.
The backpack in his hand slipped quietly, and the left hand holding the bag moved to his waist and held Thompson - no matter who it was, being able to get so deep into this place meant that he was not an easy person to deal with, not to mention that Shinji had heard of the name Freddy.
A free, unrestrained and powerful magician, and also an extremely good swordsman.
His attainments in magic are among the best in the Clock Tower, and his swordsmanship is also among the best in the martial arts world. He is a typical strong man who practices practical combat.
"Are you also eyeing the True Red Fruit?"
"You're asking even though you already know the answer. Apart from the legendary fruit, what else can attract us?"
Freddy dusted himself off, and every move he made was calm and unhurried, revealing a strong self-confidence, a strong confidence in his own strength.
"It is said that there is only one True Sakuran Fruit." Shinji's finger gently pushed open the safety of the gun.
"So, only one person can get the treasure." Freddy moved the tip of his sword up and pointed it at Shinji's chest. "No, even if there is a second one, I don't want to give it to anyone else."
"What a coincidence, I thought so too." Shinji raised the corners of his mouth, with an undisguised ferocity in the arc, "It seems that there is nothing to talk about between us."
"There's really nothing to talk about." Freddy also smiled, with a smile that had both aristocratic elegance and the wildness of a gladiator. "If we have to talk, we should talk with strength."
Before they finished speaking, the two of them started to act at the same time.
Shinji flicked his right fingers, pulled out the pull ring of the grenade, and shook his left wrist to hold the Thompson in his hand.
Freddy only made one move, rushing forward, rushing forward at the fastest speed. He was not one of those academic magicians, he had extremely rich practical experience and knew the advantages and disadvantages of modern weapons.
The advantages are great power and high speed. Even a strong man like Freddy cannot have the speed of a bullet, nor can he defend against the penetration of a rifle.
However, being unable to outrun or stop someone does not mean being unable to deal with it.
The shortcomings of modern weapons are equally obvious: their attack modes are single and require human control.
The gun has a fixed rate of fire and can only shoot in a straight line. Grenades need to be thrown, and the time from pulling out the pull ring to the explosion is also fixed. In addition, these weapons need to be controlled by humans, so it is not difficult to predict.
Isn't there a saying like this? I can't outrun a bullet, but I can outrun your aiming speed; I can't avoid an explosion, but I can hide out of range before it explodes.
Freddy has carried this concept to the extreme. After years of martial arts training, strengthening magic has become an instinct, and he can easily launch it without connecting to the "big source". His proud airflow operation allows him to have precise control over the enemy's movements.
He dodged the large-caliber bullet fired by Thompson twice by changing direction temporarily - once when he raised his hand and once before pulling the trigger.
The two grenades that followed closely behind were also rapidly accelerated and left behind during the flight. The blast caused by the explosion further accelerated Freddy's pace. For this magician whose attribute was wind, this was a simple matter.
In the silver light brought by the long sword, the free magician stepped over the death zone created by the incendiary bomb and approached rapidly.
PS: Freddy can perform such a move because of his poor weapon. If you don't believe me, try Metal Storm? Even if Ta Miao was alive, he could beat you into a sieve. Sorry, it's Ta Miao's turn again. I apologize.
PS2: The heels show that I am immortal and I am not afraid.
PS3: It's a tragedy for Jian Shao again. I spent three singles for Fujino before, and then I got ten consecutive draws. I thought it was enough for X Mao this time. It was enough, but it took nearly two hundred draws to get 489 stones + 27 summons. In total, I got one X Mao, one Dai Mao, one Jian Lan, one Gao Wen, one Fei Ge, one Hei Dai, one Nero, and one Xi Niang. The costumes are complete and they are all full. This drop rate is not bad, but why is Jian Shao so unhappy? You can just give Xiao Mo, Jian Shao is the only one missing Xiao Mo in the permanent sword class.
PS4: Attention, attention, the old book club is full. Since yesterday, you can't join even if you apply. Now we are opening a new book club. The group number is 1·3·2·6·4·8·0·9·1. If you want to join, join here. This is a 2000-member group contributed by the big guys. It may not be full in a lifetime. (The group owner is not a traitor, but a certain manager. The traitor is a poor guy who has no money to charge for VIP)