"Psychological invisibility..."
Looking at the empty villa in front of him, Wu He walked straight into it as if nothing had happened just now. Circles of golden light continued to rotate and shine around him, illuminating the entire villa. Translucent, like a shadowless operating room.
But even so, Wu He still couldn't find Mr. A hidden around...
Psychological invisibility is not about visual, auditory or other levels of invisibility, but about reducing the information that one emits to the outside world to the extreme.
He still exists there, but it's just because the concentration of information he emits is too low compared to the surrounding environment, making it difficult for others to receive his own information, thus causing others to ignore him.
If you want to discover this form of invisibility, you must improve your ability to receive external information.
But generally speaking, in the mysterious world, there are limits to human beings. If the body's ability to receive external information wants to break through this limit, it must become a demigod, close to the legendary mythical creature, and achieve true "extraordinary" ".
Wu He can't do it yet, but...
"Psychological invisibility is just invisibility after all..."
Feeling the dangerous aura coming from his spiritual intuition from all directions, Wu He's lips curved into a dangerous arc.
He waved his hand, and strong winds raged around his body.
After this battle, no matter what the outcome is, no matter whether Kevin's identity is retained or not, the villa here can basically no longer be used.
In this case, why should Wu He hesitate?
Of course, Wu He has never hesitated about enemies, that's it...
The strong wind swept through the entire villa where Wu He was located, and the fine wind blades were like small knives, scratching on the surrounding wooden furniture, warm wallpaper, and hard pipes.
The dense "crackling" sound is even louder and more harsh than the orchestra ensemble of the Grand Theater.
At the same time, Wu He waved his hand, and a bright silver pistol appeared in his hand.
As the trigger was pulled, fire burned between the barrels of the pistol.
The red flame bullets swept through the fine wind blades, and in a blink of an eye, they turned into a blazing wall of flames, like a giant's palm, pressing down on a wall of the villa.
But at this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared on a translucent wall burned by blazing flames.
The dark shadow circled on the wall like a long snake. In a blink of an eye, it moved its position to the floor, directly bypassing Wu He's fierce blow, and arrived at his flank position.
Seeing this, Wu He's eyes immediately narrowed slightly, and he determined the source of this ability, the Hanged Man pathway, and the shadow ability of the hermit monk.
Wu He didn't know exactly which Extraordinaries were herded by Mr. A, who appeared in the original work nearly a year ago, but it was the Hanged Man's own power, so how could Wu He not take precautions against it?
Wu He’s sun badge was not bought for nothing.
"Praise the sun."
Looking at the fast-moving shadow in front of him, Wu He opened his mouth and spit out the ancient Hermes language. The golden light that was originally gathered around Wu He instantly condensed in front of Wu He, turning into a dazzling aurora, shining directly on the The twisted shadow was instantly restored to its original form.
The shadow shattered like a mirror, and a figure suddenly emerged from the floor.
Seeing the figure in front of him whose whole person was covered by a huge black robe, whose face was completely hidden in the hood, and only part of his chin was barely illuminated by the light, the smile on Wu He's face widened instantly.
"As expected, it's you, Mr. A."
After confirming that his guess was correct, Wu He also slightly raised the revolver in his hand, pointed it at Mr. A who had nowhere to rely on in the air, and said leisurely:
"Do you have anything to tell me about your appearance here? Dear Mr. A..."
Wu He had the leisure to talk to Mr. A, but Mr. A on the other side obviously had no intention of talking nonsense.
As soon as his figure appeared in the light, blue flames gathered and formed around him, and dense sulfur flames were dotted within three meters around him like starlight.
The quantity and quality were completely unmatched by the previous demon dogs.
However, although the number has increased by more than one step, the tricks themselves have not changed much. Wu He will not hit the same trick twice.
How could Wu He, who had already understood the weakness of this sulfur flame move in the battle with the devil dog, fall victim to such a move again.
But before these blue flames could gather and take shape, streaks of crimson light were like flying birds, accurately hitting each newly formed flame and completely swallowing it up.
After devouring those blue flames, the soaring firebird turned a corner as if consciously, and gathered around Mr. A in the middle from all directions, instantly surrounding Mr. A.
But Mr. A is naturally not that easy to deal with.
The next moment, Mr. A seemed to have lost all his bones. His figure instantly became as soft as plasticine, and his entire body twisted to an incredible arc in the air with nowhere to rely on.
He simply avoided the dense rain of fire around him.
This is the ability of Bishop Six Roses in the Hanged Man pathway sequence, flesh and blood magic.
But no matter how much you avoid it, it can only go so far.
After the flames gathered in a line, they spread out like a bomb in an instant. No matter how hard Mr. A tried to dodge, he could only avoid a frontal attack. Unless he stopped or teleported, he would not be able to dodge this miracle of instant spread, no matter how much he hid. Lose.
But Mr. A never thought about going there at all.
The flame explosion caused a strong shock wave, and waves of turbulent wind continued to rage inside the villa.
Mr. A, who was originally twisted into a long and thin strip, changed his figure again at this moment. In the blink of an eye, he was flattened into a thin piece of paper, blowing by the strong wind like a huge sail. A force suddenly rushed toward Wu He.
The thin body of Mr. A was folded in the air, and Mr. A's whole body seemed to be like a big gluttonous mouth. Sharp sprouts sprouted from the edge of the flattened body, and a long tentacle stretched out from the middle of the figure, pointing towards him. Wu He bit away.
Looking at the eye-catching scene in front of him, the corners of Wu He's eyes twitched slightly. It was not that Wu He had never seen a scene similar to the one in front of him. He had rehearsed it in the foggy space.
The one he was sparring with at that time was the healing type Wu He. The big mouth rising from the ground was very similar to the scene in front of him.
But compared to the big mouth full of fangs created by the healing Wu He with hatred, Mr. A's is much more eye-catching.
The twisted tendrils around the body are just that. The long tentacles that twist and pretend to be tongues stick out from the middle of the body, right? What the hell is that?
Wu He really didn't dare to think about this.
Of course, although he was complaining crazily in his heart, Wu He also had his own strategy for dealing with the scene in front of him.
The defense coefficient of a big mouth like this is generally quite high. Unless you can ensure that your power is overwhelmingly stronger than the opponent's, the best way is to withdraw from the attack coverage.
The next moment, the small portal that had been hidden behind Wu He expanded instantly, and Wu He took half a step back to retreat into it.
But at the moment Wu He took action, the big mouth that rushed from the sky suddenly spat out a sentence, instantly stopping Wu He's action.
"Teleportation is prohibited here."
The moment these words appeared, the portal that had just opened to the surroundings behind Wu He stopped unfolding as if it was tightly held by a big hand.
The power of magic and the power of extraordinary are constantly colliding, and the manifestation of the two is that the stable space gate begins to twist crazily.
The prototype of the original rules was like a ball of plasticine with strong plasticity. One side was flattened and rounded, and finally it turned into a long straight line, breaking apart in all directions.
The power of space spread around, cutting through the already broken furniture and walls in the blink of an eye, and finally turned into fine dust and disappeared.
It seemed that because he had finally gained the advantage in battle, Mr. A, who had been silent all this time, suddenly burst into wild laughter. The speed was three minutes faster like this, and the crazy and distorted sound also came from his big mouth. The center spreads to all sides.
"Those chosen by God, return to the embrace of our God. That is a gift that you will never get in a thousand lifetimes."
Faced with such a scene, although Wu He looked dark, he didn't have any other options.
His figure quickly retreated, and his palm instantly touched the closed door behind him.
The door was densely covered with cuts made by the sealing blade, but the high-quality door did not collapse due to this.
The moment Wu He grasped the door handle, the power belonging to the apprentice was activated instantly.
Wu He seemed to turn into an illusory ghost in the blink of an eye. The door could not stop his pace at all, and he retreated directly behind the door.
Mr. A's big mouth also suddenly dropped at this time. Although it was just a twisted mouth made of flesh and blood, its power should not be underestimated.
The fleshy mouth fell to the ground, like a huge meteor falling to the ground. Wu He could even feel that the entire villa trembled slightly at that moment.
If Wu He had stayed where he was just now, he would have been crushed into a meat pie.
But before Wu He could breathe a sigh of relief, a twisted tentacle instantly tore open the wooden door in front of him. Wu He made a clever dodge and grazed his forehead, stabbing straight like a cannonball. on the wall of the room behind him.
The hard wall was instantly pierced by flesh and blood tentacles, and the long tentacles lay in front of Wu He like a thick clothesline.
Seeing all the students directly sending the tentacles over, Wu He's eyes suddenly lit up. He was not polite at all, maintaining the posture of the iron bridge, turning the revolver of the car in his hand slightly, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the people in front of him. tentacle.
The trigger was pulled, and a huge bloody hole appeared on the tentacle in front of him.
At this moment, Wu He's wrist suddenly turned, and the clown's ability exploded. A flying knife suddenly appeared out of thin air between Wu He's palms, cutting off the tentacle instantly.
At the same time, he suddenly stretched out his tentacle and grabbed this tentacle in his hand.
After getting Mr. A's flesh and blood tentacle, Wu He didn't mean to be polite at all. The devil's magic burst out, and in the blink of an eye, the long tentacle turned into a long stone pillar.
Suddenly, a huge amount of life essence poured into Wu He's body carrying the memories stored in his body.
Part of Mr. A's memories also appeared directly in Wu He's mind...
That was the scene at a gathering of extraordinary people.
The main perspective of the memory is Mr. A. He stood in a higher position and looked down at all the participants at the party. Then he shifted his gaze in one direction and looked at three figures.
And those were Wu He, Gray Lint, and Hazel.
At first, Mr. A didn't pay too much attention to the three of them. He just had a slight feeling. After looking at the three of Wu He for a moment, he turned his head to observe the others.
But suddenly, he tilted his ears, as if listening to something.
After a brief pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands and snapped off his right index finger with his left palm. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the bloody finger into his mouth, chewing it like a snack and making a crisp sound.
Then he made a "Gulu" sound, his throat moved, and he swallowed it into his belly. The whole process went smoothly, as if it had been done countless times.
Then, Mr. A's body suddenly trembled, as if he was being grabbed and shaken by an invisible person.
In this state, he knelt directly on the ground and stretched out his right hand, writing words on the ground with the blood flowing from the wound.
Those words are not the language of giants and dragons that can leverage the power of nature, nor are they the language of Hermes used for sacrifices, but the most common and ordinary Rune language.
But just when Wu He wanted to take a closer look at what Mr. Yi was writing, the memory in his mind was immediately shattered. The memory related to him contained in this tentacle ended here.
His consciousness suddenly returned to reality, and Wu He continuously pulled the trigger to block Mr. A's attack in front of him.
He took two steps back to put some distance between himself and Mr. A, and then he finally came back to his senses. Looking at the distorted Mr. A in front of him, he felt a little sore for no reason.
It's really uncomfortable to feel that something important has just been cut out of context.
At this moment, Wu He's mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts, most of which were related to the True Creator. He didn't quite understand why the True Creator came to find him?
Even if Wu He inherits Origin Castle, he should be completely incompatible with the other party in terms of fundamental interests.
He didn't hinder his divine descent again and again like Klein in the original work.
Could it be that he realized that Adam had been watching him, thought that Wu He would become his enemy, and then took action directly?
Wu He is only at Sequence 8 now. Zhen Zao is a true god after all, so he shouldn't be so shameless and just drop an oracle just for such a small thing.
"That guy definitely has a deeper plan..."
He kept thinking in his mind, but Wu He couldn't think of anything in his body that Zhenzao needed.
After thinking for a while to no avail, Wu He immediately gave up thinking and turned his malicious gaze to Mr. A, who looked like a tentacle monster in front of him. He tilted his head slightly and said in a strange tone:
"By the way, Mr. A, you should know why your Lord asked you to trouble me..."
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(End of chapter)
