"What are those people down there doing?"
In the sky above the stadium, Lu Xin was fighting against the clones of the three No. 2s while rushing to deal with the hell embryo. He couldn't help but have strong doubts in his heart. He felt that the development of things was not what he thought. He had just seen the club members arriving and thought he would get support soon. However, unexpectedly, there was a long silence below.
Could it be that they are also aware of the horror of clone number two?
Leng Buding thought of this problem, and he suddenly became a little worried.
I have to admit that these three copies of No. 2 are really terrifying.
These three clones are so terrifying that ordinary ability users cannot fight against them.
Each of them has a power that can threaten themselves, exceeding Mental Lord.
Although in essence, as clones, they are all unbalanced and have strong weaknesses, but with the cooperation of the hell embryos, they are almost impossible to kill.
Although the people in the club have good abilities, how can they fight against such terrifying abilities?
After realizing this problem, even he became a little entangled in his heart.
I want to get help, but I don't want to see these club members rushing over to die...
Then in this tangled mood, he suddenly noticed something.
There seemed to be a faint commotion below. Some people were pushing, some were shouting, and some were even shouting something with a loudspeaker.
At this time, he was fighting against the three No. 2 clones with all his strength, and he had no time to distract himself from what they were saying. I just feel that the atmosphere there seems to have gradually changed, and there is a kind of positive, enthusiastic and even surging spiritual power.
"Hula..."
The next moment, countless spiritual powers suddenly burst out, rushing towards the stadium like a flood.
"I didn't come all this way just to have people gather around and kick my crotch..."
Lu Xin The first thing he saw was a thin figure.
He is a member of the club, Old Wang, who has a slim figure and looks like a dragon or a tiger. He is running towards this side with a figure-footed step. Although it seems that his speed is not fast, let alone Spider-type, which is a bit slower than ordinary people, he still has an amazing momentum.
The position he rushed towards was the Hell Legion that was rushing toward him like a rolling torrent.
In comparison, Old Wang is just like giving Hell Legion his head...
"Boom..."
What was in sharp contrast to this sense of sight was the punch of Old Wang.
When he rushed in front of the Hell Legion, he gritted his teeth, raised his hand and punched out.
The punch seemed to have little force.
It's basically no different from the old man doing Tai Chi in the park.
However, the effect of this punch was extremely astonishing. The Hell Legion that surged forward were instantly swept up by an extremely powerful spiritual power. The black figures were wiped out one after another, and a blank space of tens of meters appeared in front of Old Wang.
Hell Legion was cut off in the middle, and the pressure on him suddenly became much less.
Shadow raised his hand to eliminate the black spiritual body in front of him, and he suddenly lost one third of the pressure.
Lu Xin also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly looked down.
I saw that Hell Legion had been cut off by Old Wang, and the billowing black spiritual body was rushing towards him instead, but Old Wang kept throwing bastard punches. Each punch and kick had no strength, but it aroused a terrifyingly powerful spiritual power, completely melting the pieces of black spiritual body. He actually used his own strength to block the attack of a No. 2 clone.
"What ability is this?"
Lu Xin couldn't help being surprised when he saw this scene.
"Crazy... the confidence of a madman..."
At the same time, the scalpel on the stretcher was uttering nonsense words with all his strength.
Xia Chong's pupils were shrinking slightly in shock. Even she didn't expect Old Wang to be so scary.
"Madman-type..."
After being reminded by the scalpel, she quickly realized the terrifying nature of the guy who left God's Nightmare with her.
Madman-type is the ability to think oneself is strong and make others think one is strong.
He plays a two-fold role. On the one hand, the stronger your confidence, the stronger your mental strength will be.
On the one hand, it affects others and makes them feel that they are strong.
The scary thing about the Hell Legion is that it is immune to contamination, and it has an endless number and a tide-like offensive.
Normal ability users are almost completely unable to fight against it, but Old Wang has shown excellent results.
Because Madman-type's attack, in the final analysis, is still an attack of spiritual power.
He destroyed some of the Hell Legion members in front of him, which gave him strong self-confidence. This self-confidence gave him stronger mental power, and he could destroy the next wave of more powerful Hell Legion, and so on...
To put it simply, this guy can almost be regarded as the nemesis of the Hell Legion.
Many people in the club were forced into God's Nightmare before, most of them were driven into desperation by the Hell Legion and polluted others.
Only Old Wang, he never met Hell Legion.
He went in because of other things that polluted the sleeping residents of Kindling City...
"There is no mission at all. Don't listen to his nonsense..."
"We are really here to help for the sake of justice..."
On the other side, Dracula drove a convertible and directly led his army forward.
Shouting while rushing.
Pulling the gear and stepping on the accelerator, the jeep jumped up high when passing through a broken slope, and slammed into a No. 2 copy of Lu Xin, which was lying on the surrounding wall, waiting for an opportunity to deal with it. The strong front of the car almost crushed the No. 2 copy, but the next moment, countless blood vessels and muscle tissue rolled towards her like fine threads.
But the next moment, the Draculas who followed her and charged over instantly overwhelmed the No. 2 clone.
Tsk la la...
The blood vessels on No. 2's body flew up and pierced into their bodies in an instant.
Almost as soon as the blood vessels were pierced, their appearance began to change, and the traces of Dracula were disappearing.
However, these Dracula had no intention of stopping, nor did they try to resist. They just swarmed in, drowned the No. 2, and then left immediately, regardless of how many blood vessels they had on their bodies and how many spiritual marks they had been cut off.
The people in front ran away, and the people behind swarmed up.
It actually had the meaning of the Hell Legion, cleaning up the No. 2 clone.
Under this situation, the No. 2 clone was also in a panic, with fewer and fewer blood vessels on its body.
"Spirit... core..."
Scalpel was lying on the stretcher, his eyes shining slightly, and he was trying his best to chat with the people next to him.
Xia Chong After being reminded by him, my heart suddenly brightened.
Dracula dealt with that bloodshot monster not because she was strong enough, but because she took advantage of the loophole.
Although the bloodshot monster was powerful, it was in an extremely unstable state. Dracula controlled the "zombie" around him to rush toward him, but he was unwilling to fight and left before every zombie was affected by the bloodshot monster but not completely contaminated.
As time slows down, all Dracula people will become part of the monster's body.
But if time is stuck, the people who are attached to the monster will be gradually involved, weakening his strength.
This is equivalent to constantly switching between holding the hot potato in the same two hands.
"Nothing else is important, but I am really interested in your ability to change reality..."
On the other side, there was a group of people rushing towards the thirty-story building.
They have weird expressions and don't even look at the road while running.
They just stared at the top of the building, looking at No. 2 standing on the edge of the building, holding a glass in his hand.
Red Snake whispered and hissed in their ears, pouring certain thoughts into their minds.
The number two reacted quickly and noticed the arrival of these people.
In his eyes, these people did not even exist, he only saw a big snake wandering in the spiritual world of these people.
With an expressionless face, he gently touched the apple in his hand, and then the apple turned into a cup.
Wow...
Those who rushed to the tall building suddenly fell down.
They suddenly found themselves falling into a huge space with countless glass cups.
There were glasses on top, bottom, left and right, completely burying myself in it. Even if I wanted to move, I couldn't.
"Apple or glass?"
"He said it's a glass, is it a glass?"
"What if this was an apple?"
"..."
But in this chaotic mood, a hissing voice came into my mind, constantly persuading and talking.
The madness in these people's eyes became more and more intense. They suddenly grabbed the glass cup and stuffed it into their mouths forcefully.
Their eyes were fierce and fanatical, and they chewed heavily.
It's as if it's not a glass, but an apple.
Creak, creak, creak...
The sharp fragments scratched their tongues, throats, esophagus, and even their intestines and stomachs, but they became more and more enthusiastic and excited. They grabbed the nearby glasses and stuffed them into their mouths, biting into the imaginary apples.
It was a crazy and extremely impactful picture.
Looking at this scene, Copy No. 2 on the roof gradually became confused.
Suddenly he was a little confused. Is it a glass or an apple?
When he had this suspicion, the glass in his hand began to quickly switch between apples and cups.
When it was switched to the extreme, a crack suddenly appeared in the cup.
A crack appeared in his body, and blood quickly seeped out of it.
His simple mind seemed unable to process this kind of information.
If you turn an apple into a water glass and the other person eats it like an apple, what does that mean?
"As expected..."
In the spiritual world of this group of people, Hydra looked at the No. 2 copy on the roof indifferently, with a slight smile in his snake eyes, "The ability to change reality is not easy to control. If you want to change the perception in other people's eyes, you must first deceive yourself. But if others still insist on following the wrong path when they are deceived, it will have an impact on the person who changes reality..."
"Did you lie to them, or did they lie to you?"
"When a paradox appears, this power to change reality will be the first to bite you..."
"How on earth did you do that?"
Around the stadium, there were countless figures rushing around in an instant, and their mental powers were intertwined and chaotic. Some of Xia Chong's abilities could be seen clearly, while others could no longer be analyzed. At this moment, her heart was just filled with another kind of doubt...
Couldn't help but turn around and look towards the scalpel.
No matter how I tried to persuade them just now, these arrogant and powerful guys were unmoved.
Why are you rushing to him now just because of his words?
At this time, there were faint sounds of vehicle collisions and shouts of armed men from various surrounding street entrances. A large number of black shadows could also be seen on the buildings everywhere, quickly clinging to the stadium. The remaining forces of Kindling City have reacted and are quickly concentrating towards the stadium to stop them.
It seems that the crisis has not been resolved yet...
The scalpel withdrew his eyes and gently pulled Xia Chong's skirt. When Xia Chong came over, he heard a weak word:
"This world is saved by you, Captain Xia Chong..."
"..."
"Uh-huh!"
Xia Chong's eyes suddenly lit up. Even if there were thousands of troops on the opposite side, he would still dare to charge forward.