Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Lu Qingdu's words, coupled with his half mysterious and unpredictable, half of the thief's eyebrow is like an ugly child, more like an instigator than a demon.

Gus took a half-step unconscious step back and carefully watched the weapon the devil had turned into.

I have to say, he's never seen anything so strange.

You know, even mechanical and steam weapons that are considered taboo by the Temple of Fist are fairly simple and simple to understand at first glance.

For example, a crossbow arrow or even a linked crossbow arrow, no matter how sophisticated the structure, no matter how complex the gear, ratchet, and transmission structures are inside, as long as they are dismantled and studied in detail, normal people can understand, nothing more than force deformation, saving, and conduction.

But these demons have different weapons.

Gus saw neither half a gear nor half a line on these weapons, not even the most critical steam balls and pressurized bins.

This is by no means a "mechanical demon” and “steam demon” style, but some more advanced, powerful, and evil force than mechanical and steam forces.

And to recap, from the beginning, Lu Qingdu said that he was not a steamer.

So, what kind of demon is it from hell?

Gus struck a deep chill.

This is it, and no matter where the other party is sacred, there is no turning back.

After a glimpse of her unknown sister lying beside her, the teenager bited the tip of her tongue, sobering and calming herself, gasping in a coarse airway: “But I will not use the devil's weapon. ”

“It's okay, I've downloaded a stupid tutorial, write it in your soul now, come on. ”

Lu Qingdu smiled and greeted the teenager, stretching out a slender and long finger and suddenly poking Gus' eyebrow.

Gus felt a brow ache before he could escape.

Staring at his eyes, the real world in front of him suddenly collapsed. He seemed to have fallen into the abyss again, no, it was hell beneath the abyss, surrounded by speckled contradictory fragments of light, accompanied by a wave of ghost crying wolf howling and shadow wind whistling, and eventually “clattering" reconstituted a whole new world.

“Where is this…? ”

Gus was confused and weighed around.

This is a grey steel building with an empty dome echoing a deafening burst, like an uninterrupted thunder.

In front of him is a narrow, straight path with a pair of targets at the end - Gus, due to his weakness, can only use bows and arrows, familiar with the structure and setting of the archery field, which is like an upgraded version of a large archery field.

However, it was not the bows and arrows that were in front of him, but the chilling, demonic weapons.

“10345, what are you still doing there, you can't even lift a fucking gun? ”

Gus heard a thunder in his ear, frightening his neck and looking back, he saw the gorilla jumping like a thunder instructor.

Wait, what's "instructor"? Why do you know he's an instructor when you see this big guy in a weird camouflage suit? Wait a minute. What's a camouflage suit?

Gus discovered that with these two new concepts emerging in his mind, more unfamiliar information, like a flood, poured into his brain.

This is a range, this is a Federal Orbital Assault Team anti-equipment assault rifle, it uses a special 5.5 mm caliber ice fire compression bomb, each with an ice system and an inflammatory array, hitting the target's moment, first instantaneously lowering the temperature around the target to below one hundred degrees, then burning it with magmatic heat, using this method to break the molecular structure of the target, to achieve the effect of anti-equipment, enough to deal with the light tanks and armoured personnel carriers of the Real Human Empire and Covenant Alliance, etc., etc., etc., etc., what is all this?

Gus found himself uncontrolled as more and more unknown information poured into his mind, raising the Thunderbolt-3 anti-equipment assault rifle in front of him in a vicious manner.

Then, "Da-da-da-da-da-da," he fired at a distant target.

Ice flames burst out, his shoulder hurt by a strong back seat, but with the pain sweeping all over his body like a tide, an unusual sense of familiarity also passed from his fingertips to his shoulders and from his shoulders to his eyes.

Hands, shoulders, eyes, fit, ballistics are stable and precise, no half bullets deviate from the target.

Strangely enough, it was the first time a teenager had touched a Thunder 3 assault rifle, but it was like sleeping with that weapon from the very beginning, familiarizing himself with it more than familiarizing himself with his horn.

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

Deep in Gus's pupils, two clusters emerged, no, countless clusters of frosted fireballs.

Devil's weapon, horror.

The teenager was excited and the blood boiled.

But the next second, the surrounding range crumbled again, and his soul fell deeper into hell, into a muddy and bloody battlefield.

“Come on, the elite of the empire--”

Gus heard a more ferocious roar than the gorilla instructor just said, "Kill these federals! ”

Looking back, Gus saw a black Samsung lightning flag burning in the storm.

He discovered that what he was holding was no longer a “Thunderbolt-3” assault rifle from Starlight Federation.

Instead, it became a triple heavy artillery cannon for the "Black Tide Legion” of the elite squad of the Real Human Empire.

Likewise, the moment the finger touches the dark tube of the killing artifact, the parameters, methods of use and even some speckled images of the use of the weapon are branded all over Gus' soul.

Gus is tranced and his expression gradually becomes as stubborn as the immortals around him.

With artillery guns, he aimed at a slow-moving federal armoured vehicle across the street, emptying three full chains and bombing it directly into the sky.

The moment the armored car was up in the sky, the image changed again.

Yes, this time Gus became a Covenant Alliance soldier, carrying a “Divine Punishment -7” rocket launching nest against Federation and Imperial allies.

There are no gorilla instructors or masculine commanders this time.

The Allies have always fought quietly.

Like a real machine, life is harvested silently unless something goes wrong.

And in the quiet harvest, Gus quickly mastered the use of the "Divine Punishment -7” rocket launcher nest, becoming a middle-sized master.

So, a fireball blew up in front of him, blowing all the illusions apart, Gus was crowded with thousands of burning butterflies, and back in the real world, on the cliffs of the Mountain Wind Anger.

“Whoops! Whoo-hoo! ”

Juvenile chestnuts, sweaty, unable to do themselves.

He seems to have spent a long time in the illusion of hell, but from the torch slowly approaching from the mist, time is only a moment away.

When I looked at the three weapons in front of me, the seemingly wasted teenager's eyes had changed.

Like, watching old lovers so familiar and eager.