September 10, Nevada Mountains.
Albert easily dealt with Whitetail's entanglement in the air, trying to think of a solution with a feeling of regret.
He knew that although it was easy now, there would always be times when it would not be easy if it continued like this.
Albert's regret did not last long because he thought of another problem. Daryl should have been trained at sea. If the battlefield was at sea, Daryl would be even more powerful.
At that time, Daryl will be the main attacker, and Whitetail will respond from the side, killing him with one blow.
After thinking about this, he even thought of a way, which was to lure the enemy. Since he couldn't attack, let Daryl take the initiative to attack.
Albert deliberately didn't look at Daryl, and then deliberately exposed his flaws, and even deliberately lowered his altitude to lure Daryl into the air.
But Daryl didn't move, he just controlled Lengshi to attack Albert.
He is not in a hurry. His brother Moore once took him hunting and taught him what a hunter is.
To be a good hunter, you need to be more patient than your prey.
The first phase of Yamazaki's plan was planned to take at least 12 hours.
Albert is a mutant. His physical and mental strength will not be a big problem if it is not consumed for several hours or more than ten hours.
Today's duel has one purpose - to grind until Albert dies, to grind him to pieces.
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Soon after, Albert also noticed Daryl's intention and simply stepped up his attack.
A long-distance sneak attack, and a little bit of mental energy mobilized to ambush on the top of the mountain.
However, Daryl felt it now, and jumped over and crushed it with his foot before it could become lethal.
"Pooh."
After spitting out disdain, Daryl looked provocatively at Albert, who was about four kilometers away.
Sensing things around you is the basis of training and a required course.
As for wanting to sneak attack on him, like Albert, gathering mental power around him and preparing to gather enough strength to sneak attack him, this is a delusion.
If Albert could throw the prepared mental power needle from a distance, and then be very lucky, and pass through the induction net he laid around, he would be able to sneak attack on him.
But whether it can break his defense remains to be tested.
It was necessary to penetrate the mental shield that could withstand 37 atmospheric pressures. This was something he trained desperately under the sea with full of hatred.
In pursuit of being faster and stronger, the process is really like hell.
I don't want to go through it a second time if possible.
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Albert acted very angry at Daryl's actions and looked like he was about to attack.
But in fact, this was still bait. Albert was not angry at all, but just cold.
He fully understood how difficult Daryl was, and he used small tricks and big moves at the same time.
Since you can't attack by sneak attack, then attack openly.
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Daryl didn't notice, but by the time he found out, the weather had changed, the entire sky was dark, the clouds were dense, and the clouds were getting lower and lower.
It was Albert. He put his mental power in the sky and slowly gathered a big storm.
Daryl sneered, it's nothing, no matter how severe the storm is, it can only be on the ground.
He could get into a pit in the mountain, and even if Albert pulled down the entire mountain, he wouldn't be able to dig him out.
Of course, this was very disgraceful, but he didn't care.
Daryl Dixon has only one purpose today, which is to kill Albert Wesker.
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Digging a hole is very simple. A few hits of a powerful shovel will create a big hole.
But before the storm came, the white tail also withdrew. It was not afraid of wind and rain, but it was afraid of thunder and lightning.
As for Albert, he now has two choices, one is to continue.
The second is to give up controlling the storm and pursue it, at the cost of being caught in the storm and possibly being killed by lightning.
Albert chose second. As long as he could kill Daryl quickly, he could hide in the pit.
During the flight, Albert used his best mental strength to condense a spear and threw it out as soon as he reached the top of the pit.
As he expected, he came out of the pit to attack. The one who blocked the spear was Baiwei, and Daryl rushed out after him, facing the wind and rain, and struck him with a knife.
Albert sneered sinisterly and activated the mental spear, and the spear suddenly ignited a raging fire, which was caused by the super-high speed movement.
His use of fire can't be said to be a strong one in using fire, but when used here, it has miraculous effects.
Maybe in terms of hardness, his spiritual spear couldn't kill Baiwei, but with the high temperature of thousands of degrees, it was another matter.
Even if Baiwei couldn't be killed, he could still contain him for at least a moment. He was an animal after all.
As a human being, the consequence of facing a high temperature of thousands of degrees is that we instantly turn to dust.
Unless Daryl switches from offense to defense and uses his mental power to protect his whole body.
Then, he will drive the spear to fly away the white tail and continue the attack.
Albert believed that the spear of mental power he had concentrated with all his strength could definitely penetrate Daryl.
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Next, as Albert expected, White Tail stagnated in the face of the flames, and he successfully used the flame spear to drive White Tail away.
Daryl turned from offense to defense, opening his mental shield and escaping.
Albert drove the spear with all his strength, and the flames died down, but became more concentrated.
The spear pierced Daryl and passed through his chest.
Albert couldn't help but smile in victory, but the smile froze on his face because what gushes out from the wound is not blood, just water.
As Daryl thought, the ambushed mental knife cut off Albert's head with one blow.
Seeing blood spilling into the sky, Daryl's painful expression turned into a smile.
Although what Daryl really wanted to cut was Albert's forehead, forget it, just win.
However, his smile did not last. Albert's head and body flew away with blood all over the sky, violating the rules of physics.
It wasn't a fall, which meant that Albert wasn't dead yet.
Actually, just a little bit.
He realized something was wrong and immediately moved up, letting his forehead pass and replacing it with his neck.
Naturally, Daryl would not let go and drove the long knife to pursue him.
Albert flew away with his bone wings. Although the bone wings were torn, they were healed in a blink of an eye, and his head took advantage of this moment to catch it, and at the same time sucked back his own blood with his bone tail.
White tail also came back at this time. It was light at this time. After being picked up, it spun in the air and fainted for half a kilometer before it stabilized its body.
Seeing the spear-tip-sized burns on Whitetail's body, Daryl helped it gouge out, and it grew back in a blink of an eye.
Mutated creatures are truly monsters.
The storm came and the two sides re-entered a state of confrontation.
"I underestimated you." Albert said coldly, "You actually didn't even know how to attack me with fire."
Daryl said: "It's not hard to predict. Animals are afraid of fire. You will definitely use it. I just didn't expect that it wouldn't kill you."
Albert looked at Albert's healed wound, "I didn't expect you to turn into water. No wonder you chose the sea."
Daryl didn't answer, released Whitetail, and continued fighting.
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