Faced with such a chaotic scene, Zhan Jingyi made an urgent decision and retreated quickly, bending and deforming his body constantly to dodge the attack and put a certain distance away from the battlefield.
He now needs a certain amount of time to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his heart...
"Why did everyone turn into candle dragons?"
"Even Luo Jia, who has been following me, will suddenly turn into a candle dragon?"
"What on earth is going on? Is it caused by Dai Lianfu's ability? Or is it another spiritually mutated magic weapon?"
"Is it me who is mentally contaminated by this ability? Or is it Zhulong? Or is it Luojia?"
He is not sure now whether Zhulong and Luojia have been assimilated by Dai Lianfu's abilities and are desperately trying to become his enemies, or whether he has actually changed in the eyes of Zhulong and Luojia. Looks like he is frantically attacking them with the others?
To put it simply, the three of them are fighting alone in the same yard.
Watching a familiar teammate turn into another killing machine?
Zhan Jingyi's heart was clenched tightly. These two were his teammates, and he absolutely did not agree with them being hurt, especially by himself.
But facing the current situation, how should I distinguish between the real Zhulong and Luojia?
"What kind of mental pollution, ability, or magical magical equipment is this?"
Facing the chaotic situation in front of him in this courtyard, Zhan Jingyi felt at a loss for the first time.
There was no support and analysis from the special team, no information for him to understand, and he even lost contact with his teammates. Moreover, it all happened very quickly and very strangely.
Faced with such a chaotic situation, considering the safety of his teammates, he couldn't let go of the fight, couldn't fight back against the opponent's attacks, and couldn't just leave regardless of the lives of his teammates.
There is a real feeling of being in a dilemma and struggling to move forward.
Especially when the form was so ever-changing and someone could die at any time, he didn't even have enough time to analyze the logical chain and find the source of the pollution.
All this made Zhan Jingyi feel a little anxious, and also gave him the urge to kill at all costs.
But he also clearly understands that the power of this current situation lies in restraining the most powerful counterattack ability of the contaminated.
Not only could he not take action at will, he could not even harm these candle dragons, severely limiting his abilities.
Zhulong and Luo Jia are both his team members, especially Zhulong, who is the first friend he has made after joining the 502 Institute, and he can be considered a good friend.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, Zhan Jingyi really didn't want to see them die in his own hands.
so……
How to resolve the situation and save both of them safely?
…
Zhan Jingyi, who forced himself to be calm and calm, was avoiding various attacks from the candle dragons while thinking rapidly.
This ability is really terrifying. It can actually make anyone look like his teammate, and can even create chaos, making it impossible for him to determine which two are his teammates in a hostile relationship.
"Even if he changed the appearance of my teammates, there must be some things that haven't been changed by it..."
"Otherwise, everyone should be rushing towards me now instead of fighting each other..."
"This seems to be a deliberate arrangement. Some of those people should have deliberately killed their companions to confuse my judgment. Or, in other words, he did influence Zhulong and Luojia at this time. , causing them to fall into chaos..."
"Even if I can analyze these, it seems useless. My focus now is how to distinguish them..."
While thinking about these things in his mind, Zhan Jingyi moved flexibly and vigorously through the chaotic battlefield.
He dodged the bullets flying towards him one after another, as well as the blades that grazed him.
In front of him were the faces of Zhulong one after another, some were gloomy and some were strange.
What's more, each Zhulong's skills are beyond human common sense. Under cross attacks, every second brings great pressure to themselves...
"Is this the true strength of Zhulong or the superhuman type when they try their best?"
Zhan Jingyi was thinking in his mind, while he quickly dodged two bricks, dodged a bullet, stretched out his hand to hold down a Zhulong who wanted to hug him close, and at the same time thought to himself: "He and I do have some differences. Likewise, his superhuman abilities have been developed to the extreme by him..."
"Um?"
Zhan Jingyi suddenly realized that now was not the time for him to be distracted.
There was also a candle dragon pressed under his hand, and it felt cold to the touch. He couldn't help but pinch it. It didn't look like a flesh and blood body, but like a dead thing.
A bright light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of how to distinguish Zhulong and Luojia from the crowd.
These fake candle dragons may be because they are corpses or were preserved in extremely cold conditions, so they do not feel warm enough like a living person.
The reason why these fake candle dragons can move is not that they are really alive, but that they are controlled by some strange ability or energy, just like zombies, but passively manipulated.
Therefore, as long as you catch them and try to touch them, you can feel the changes in their body temperature, and you can distinguish whether they are real or fake.
But just now, according to Zhan Jingyi's recollection, when Luo Jia had just changed, he held her shoulders, but the touch did not change.
But at this moment, the leg he was holding clearly felt another kind of cold touch, a kind of deathly coldness.
…
In this case...
Zhan Jingyi's body, which was dodging left and right, suddenly stopped. He folded his hands in circles, and with a "click", the neck of the candle dragon next to him was broken by him.
He murmured softly: "In that case, I will play with you and see how I can break your dog's head."
While he was muttering to himself, someone rushed towards him, holding a gun with both hands, and shot him repeatedly.
"Click"......
Zhan Jingyi pushed hard on the ground, and his leg bones made a crisp sound, converting the power of his legs into propulsion. His speed suddenly increased, and his body seemed to become an afterimage under the moonlight, light and fast, It swayed from side to side like a roly-poly, as if it had lost weight, dodging incoming bullets.
At the same time, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm. The touch in his palm was a kind of coldness.
Zhan Jingyi raised his head fiercely and showed a strange and ferocious smile to this "candle dragon".
Then he took a step forward, pressed his head with his palms, and pushed hard towards the pillar behind him.
"Click"
Under his strong force, the head of this "Candle Dragon" exploded, scattering cold plasma all over the ground.
The next moment, Zhan Jingyi rushed to the left, with his feet on the pillar, and went around half a circle, dodging the attacks of a "Candle Dragon" with a gun and a dagger. While his feet were still on the pillar, Two hands had dropped to grab their arms.
Feeling the cold feeling in his palms, Zhan Jingyi knew that these two people were also fakes.
So when his body began to fall downwards, he reached forward with his palms, grabbed the necks of the two "candle dragons", and then bumped them towards the middle.
"Bang..."
The two heads collided fiercely, like two eggs colliding with each other. Blood flowed out. The heads of the two "Candle Dragons" exploded directly. They were shaken and fell to the ground.
"Bang!" "Bang!"...
Gunfire flashed continuously in the courtyard, illuminating the dim courtyard brightly.
In the courtyard where bullets, daggers, wooden sticks and other weapons were intertwined, Zhan Jingyi's figure shuttled among the crowd.
Occasionally, through the light of gunfire, you can see his flexible figure and calm to indifferent face, but his eyes seem to show some excitement.
Where he passed, candle dragons fell down one after another as if like straw.
Some were twisted into weird shapes, some bodies were split open, and the most common ones were heads cracked.
Because he was not sure what this thing was and whether it would be resurrected again, Zhan Jingyi was very aggressive and tried his best to destroy it completely.
Soon, when the waning moon shone quietly on the earth, the candle dragons in the yard were rapidly decreasing.
It wasn't until there were only four or five people left standing in the courtyard that Zhan Jingyi suddenly stopped.
He slowly raised his hand and wiped the blood on his clothes.
His mood gradually relaxed, and then he smiled and looked at the remaining "Candle Dragons" in the yard with a lingering interest.
