Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Fu Jiang jumped up, as if his ribs grew invisible wings, jumped more than four meters high, gliding lightly in the air. Lift the axe with both hands at the highest point, and the body bends back like a reed, as if to fully explode all the accumulated power in the next moment.

The monster felt the threat from the top of his head, chewing his mouth full of blood, and raised his head, facing the long corner of Fujiang flashing a blue arc.

I opened my eyes in surprise.

Flying figures and long corners surrounded by blue light are very prominent in the hazy night shadows, just like blooming catkins.

This scene became long in my eyes, as if there was only a moment when the axe and long horn collided together.

There is a kind of magnetic force in the invisible, so that the two bodies are so solidified.

The blue light is like a sensitive gunpowder barrel, which was detonated by the force of this blow, forming a cylindrical cage that trapped Fujiang in it.

Shining brightly, my eyes tingled and everything lost shape. Close your eyes subconsciously. There was a burst of gray in front of me, only to hear the crackling sound.

A sense of acupuncture and numbness diffused in the air, making me feel that all the hairs were standing upright.

This familiar feeling makes a familiar word come to mind.

Lightning.

Blue electric light cage.

"Fujiang!"

I yelled in horror. Although he only met for one night, he was also a companion, unable to be as indifferent as facing his own plight and cruel corpse.

I managed to open my eyes to find the healthy and plump figure.

Is still hazy in front of him, the darkness that should be used to become pale, and countless light-like flying mosquitoes are flying, crossing their gaps, vaguely seeing a huge outline.

I turned and jumped out of the railing, rolled forward when I landed, crawled up with my hands and feet, and rushed towards it.

The crossbow could not form an effective lethality to that monster. I was thrown aside, and my right hand pulled out a revolver with only six bullets from the back waist.

The residual arc can be seen with the naked eye, spreading and disappearing like ripples. I rushed into it, and the feeling of being shocked was creepy.

I held the gun in my hands and was ready to shoot at any time, but I was afraid that Fujiang would be affected and I did not pull the trigger. After a few steps, the vision became clearer, and a scorched black figure fell on the edge of the pool, hit the shore stone, and fell like a puppet.

The arc of the monster's forehead horn quickly extinguished, trying to jump out of the pool, stepping on Fujiang who was lying on the ground motionless, unknown life and death.

I raised my hand and fired, not aiming deliberately, aiming at such a large volume at this distance, I did not consider the possibility of missed shot at all.

The ear-sounding gunshots echoed in the hollow of the courtyard, and the powerful recoil was unexpectedly large, making the wrists a bit numb. I grabbed the handle of the gun, and felt that my body was almost pulled away.

The monster was disturbed by the noise, and his head was about to turn. He was immediately knocked off by the powerful kinetic energy and stumbled under his feet.

Hit!

Although my target was the monster's head at the moment of shooting, I was surprised that I could accurately hit the target without intentionally aiming.

I never knew I was a sharpshooter.

Even in military training is not so accurate.

Seems to be luck, and there are other things that are not clear that are working, I have no time to think.

My heart was filled with surprises and worries, and I stepped up to Fujiang.

Fujiang's image is miserable. The long hair exploded, and the broken clothes exposed a large piece of skin, but there was no feeling of leaking spring light. There was a black spot there, emitting a burning smell and heat, which made me retreat even reaching out to touch her.

I almost thought she was out of breath, but when I stretched out my hand in awe, a slightly inaudible moan appeared clearly in my ear.

Great, not dead.

Fujiang's body shook like a spasm, rolled over, opened his eyes and looked at me. Her eyes are a little godless, but she is not weak and dying.

Was unbelievable. He was so badly injured that he still had the energy to move.

Her eyes seemed to tell me something. But at this time, just give me a break.

I put the gray stone into her mouth, grabbed her clothes and dragged the collar backwards, the right hand shot at the monster frequently, every time my right hand was shaken high.

Fired three shots, all miraculously shot the monster in the head, and even burst an eye. The monster was stunned by the sudden fire, its limbs stretched out of the pool from the side.

My right hand was weakened by the powerful recoil, and I could no longer pull the trigger. I had to point at it bluffly. The monster also seemed to have scruples, did not immediately attack, just stared at us closely.

It's mouth and eyes are cautious and angry with humanity.

I continued to drag Fu Jiang back. Although the surface is tough, the only two bullets left in the barrel can't give comfort.

Where did the last two bullets hit in order to give a fatal blow to the big man in front of him?

I heard that the dead and comatose are very heavy, probably because the other party has lost the ability to cope with external movements. Fu Jiang was not comatose, and his body was able to move a little, but the weight on me did not decrease much.

It's not a way to continue to drag her like this. If the monster launches an attack, both of us will be the same mandarin duck.

The best way to get rid of the predicament is to kill the monster, but I still ca n’t figure out how to deal with it.

The monster has a lot of trauma, blood is flowing, there is no sign of healing, it is obviously weaker than before, but the exercise function and electric eel-like discharge ability it shows still prevail.

Can't help but die?

I took a deep breath, let go of Fu Jiang, and while looking at the monster without fear, he touched the axe in Fu Jiang's hand.

Fujiang seemed to be weak, but the hand holding the axe was as rigid as an iron hoop. I worked hard, and there was only a sign of softness.

I can't tell whether this is a physiological reflex, or whether Fu Jiang really doesn't want to let go.

Finally, took the axe off and put it in my left hand. I moved slowly at the speed that would not stimulate the monster as much as possible, and walked away from her side.

The monster's body turns to me.

Very good, its goal is now me.

What should I do next?

Leaving aside benevolence and righteousness, abandoning the idea of ​​quick success and profit, and abandoning all external interference. In this deep night, only you and this injured monster.

Fujiang's attack is not completely useless, it is not without weakness.

It's trauma, anger, behavior, everything has traces.

"Yes, head, head."

Discharging horns, skin open neck, blinded eyes, bullet holes on the face. All these make it start to be anxious and frightened.

It shows no signs of re-discharging. The large-scale discharge cannot be used continuously. Now think about it, the previous power is more like a dog's desperate blow.

It's vociferous now, just like my bluff.

Can't give it breathing time.

Thinking so, I walked towards it.