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No, if I were found, I would be dead.
Dam maintained his current posture, held his breath, and used the special method taught by Zhang Mu to slow down his heart rate.
“Interesting, Novak said you were all ordinary people, um… but I couldn’t even locate you.
Hey, hey, hey, you are not ordinary people, right? "
Of course Dam couldn't answer. The surroundings were unusually quiet. Only the chirping of insects in the distance reminded the three that time had not stopped but was still moving.
"Tsk, it's boring to talk to myself. Chat with me and I promise not to kill you. How about that?"
Is this guy mentally ill?
Dam's face darkened.
After waiting for a long time, the Saint floating in the air looked around the quiet surroundings and sighed: "This is boring.
I said, you don’t think… that I can’t do anything to you just because I can’t pinpoint your exact location?”
"Don't underestimate the Saint level." The talkative Saint level muttered and flew high into the sky.
Dam listened to the breathing sound gradually fading away, and worried that he would come back again, so he lay there motionless.
After a while, there was no movement. Dam turned his head very slowly to look at his teammates, and raised his right hand slightly.
【Separately retreat.】
The team member responded with a gesture [Yes. ]
After the two communicated, they moved in different directions.
However, as soon as they moved, they were pressed to the ground by a sudden gravity. The force gradually increased, and they lay there unable to move, with blood gushing out of their mouths and noses.
What…what…is going on?
…………
high altitude.
Saint-level opened his arms and slightly closed his eyes: "I have to admit, Lake... Oh no, that person's name is, Zhang Mu?
Well, the little gadget he made was indeed very interesting. It allowed an ordinary man to defeat a magician. It was not an exaggeration to call it a miracle.
But... after killing a few magicians, you think professionals are just so-so?
Ah. "
He did not release any magic, but slowly increased his mental output: "I want to see how long you can last."
Chapter 350 Me? I am their Marshal
Dam didn't know what the situation was like for the team members in the bushes behind him, but he could be sure by just looking back.
However, he just couldn't do such a simple action.
The pressure on the body was still slowly increasing, almost exceeding the limit that an ordinary person's physique could withstand.
Dam's eyes were bloodshot, his vision was blood red, and from time to time there was a crisp "crackling" sound on his body, which was the sound of broken bones.
Blood also gushed out of his nasal cavity, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The torture lasted for a full three minutes.
Dam said nothing, and neither did the bushes behind him.
After all, people have their limits. They could hardly hold on any longer. Their thoughts gradually became fuzzy and their brains were in a daze. It was as if their souls had left their bodies and were floating away, but they were pulled back to reality by the ubiquitous pain in their bodies.
Just when they thought they were going to die, their bodies, which were under heavy pressure, suddenly felt lighter.
"Hahaha... interesting, so interesting!" The figure in the sky laughed wantonly, "I heard the sound of bones breaking 188 times, but I couldn't hear your screams.
Hey, who trained you?"
Dam remained silent, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and gestured backwards with his right hand.
【Prepare to attack.】
He and his teammates knew that escaping was a fantasy. Since they were going to die, they had to bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh. If the enemy's flesh was hard, they would bite it hard enough to hurt him.
In short, don’t lose!
Dam tried to move his arm. The feeling of broken bones and torn muscles came clearly into his mind, and his breathing almost stopped.
After a long time, he finally endured it. He suppressed the desire to breathe heavily and used his right hand, which was still able to move, to pull the sniper rifle at his side forward.
Such an action, which was very common in the past, almost cost him his life.
The severe pain raged in his mind, and Dam's consciousness became blurred for a while, but he finally overcame it with willpower and did not faint.
After regaining some consciousness, he continued to pull the sniper rifle in front of him.
Every time you pull it, you will feel dizzy for a few seconds.
After trying for more than ten minutes, he finally pulled the sniper rifle in front of him and was able to aim at the shooting position.
But trouble came again.
His left arm had completely lost its function and he collapsed to the ground. He still had feeling in his legs, but when he tried to stand up, the only response he got was a slight twitch in his thigh.
So, he couldn't raise the sniper rifle and point the muzzle at the sky.
How to do?
Dam's brain was working frantically, his eyes darting left and right, hoping to find something that could help.
Suddenly, he felt his ankle being grabbed and he turned his head with difficulty.
The team member's face was covered in blood, but Dam didn't feel anything wrong, and neither did he. What puzzled him was that the team member's face had many irregular wounds caused by blunt instruments.
Dam was sure there wasn't one when they set out.
The team member did not explain, but gave him a big smile, then put his forehead on the ground and squatted up with his legs.
Looking at his arms hanging naturally by his side and swinging back and forth with the movement of his body, Dam roughly guessed how the wound came about.
The team member squatted on the spot, swaying for a while, shook his head, and moved in front of him little by little.
Dam took a deep breath to gather strength. When he felt it was almost time, he gritted his teeth, raised the sniper rifle with one hand, and placed it on the team member's shoulder.
The magic sniper rifle was not light, and the team members' bodies were pressed down.
I can.
He encouraged himself and stood up slowly, not stopping until he felt the muzzle of the gun was roughly aimed at the figure high in the sky.
Dam realized that his team members couldn't hold on for long, so he immediately put his right eye to the sniper scope.
The crosshairs moved in the night sky for a moment and successfully locked onto the thin figure.
"Hu——" Adjusting his breathing, Dam controlled the sniper rifle's storage core to output magic power.
This shot is destined to not cause much damage.
The magic sniper rifle can threaten high-level professionals, relying on the sniper rifle array.
Now he only has a gun and can't even break the magician's defense, let alone the saint level.
so what?
I shot, and that was enough.
Dam unlocked the device that stabilized the energy output, and the magic power rushed into the shooting core like a burst dam.
Soon, the total amount of magic power received by the shooting core exceeded its own endurance limit. The core was about to explode out of control, and several irregular cracks appeared on the gun body.
"I've given you a chance, why don't you move?" The figure in the sky seemed impatient, "You brought that strange weapon, right?
If you don’t do it, I will…”
"Whoosh-"
Hearing the sound of breaking air, Saint's eyes lit up and he looked down.
A light blue beam shot towards him like thunder.
Judging from the fluctuations of magic power, it can penetrate the shield of a high-level magician.
“That’s not right.” He was disappointed, raised his hand and waved it lightly, the beam of light disintegrated out of thin air, and turned into large spots of light that drifted away, “No, no, no.
This amount of power is not enough to kill the magician.
Let’s catch him alive and ask him.”
As he said this, he looked at the two people who were lying on the ground due to the damage caused by the overload of the magic sniper rifle.
He landed gracefully, walked in front of the two people, looked at the magic sniper rifle that had turned into pieces on the ground, and asked: "Two?
Novak told me there were at least fifteen or more, eh, interesting.
This strange weapon... seems to be able to be used as a node in the magic circle, let me take a look..."
He squatted down and studied the dark gold lines on the fragments: "One, two, three... seven?
Seven weapons form a magic circle, through which the energy of all weapons is concentrated on one of them...hahahaha...the guy who designed this is really a genius!"
"Hey." He stood up and kicked Dam, who seemed unconscious. "Who designed this?"
Dam was kicked awake, or rather, he did not completely faint.
He barely raised his head and looked up at the saint in front of him.
He was a man, young in appearance, probably only in his twenties, wearing a loose blue magic robe. Unlike most magicians who like to keep their hair long, he kept his hair very short.
If Dam had lived on Blue Star, he would know that this hairstyle is called - buzz cut.
"The Marshal will avenge me." Dam whispered vaguely.
His voice was very low, but Saint Level still heard it clearly and said with a smile: "Revenge?
Who is your Marshal?"
There was no response, and Dam's head fell back to the ground, completely unconscious.
Saint level curled his lips, looked at the team members, and also lost consciousness.
"What a bummer, wasted half a day of my time.