Chapter 3459

LV Qingchen's words, coupled with his half mysterious and half evil looking ugly child, are more like an abettor than a devil.

Gus subconsciously stepped back and carefully observed the weapon produced by the devil.

I have to say that he has never seen anything so strange.

You know, even the mechanical and steam weapons which are regarded as taboo in the temple of the God of boxing, their principles are quite simple and clear.

For example, no matter how delicate the structure is, no matter how complicated the gears, ratchets and transmission structures are, as long as they are disassembled and studied in detail, normal people can understand that they are nothing more than the deformation, accumulation and transmission of force.

But these demons have different weapons.

Gus did not see half a gear, half a pipeline, or even the most critical steam ball or pressurized chamber on these weapons.

This is not the style of "mechanical demon" and "steam demon", but a more advanced, powerful and evil force than the power of machinery and steam.

From the beginning, LV Qingchen said that he was not a steam devil.

So, what kind of devil does it come from?

Gus shivered deeply.

No matter where the other party is, it is impossible to turn back.

Looking at his sister lying next to him, the boy bit the tip of his tongue hard to make himself sober and calm. He gasped: "but I won't use the devil's weapon."

"It doesn't matter. I've downloaded a stupid tutorial. Now write it into your soul. Come on."

LV Qingchen greets the young man with a smile, reaches out a thin and long finger, and suddenly pokes Gus's eyebrow.

Gus didn't have time to dodge, so he felt a pain in the brow.

With his eyes wide open, the real world in front of him suddenly disintegrates. He seems to fall into the abyss again. No, it's the hell under the abyss, surrounded by mottled pieces of light and shadow, accompanied by bursts of crying and howling and the wind howling, finally "chirping and clicking" reconstitute a new world.

"This is... Where?"

Gus looked around in confusion.

This is a gray steel building, the empty dome reverberates deafening sound, like uninterrupted thunder.

In front of him was a long, narrow and straight passage. At the end of the passage was a pair of targets. Gus could only use bow and arrow because of his weak body. He was very familiar with the structure and furnishings of the archery range. It was like an upgraded version of a large archery range.

However, in front of him is not the bow and arrow, but those chilling, demon weapons.

"10345, why are you still dawdling there? Can't you even lift your gun?"

There was a thunder in Gus's ear, which made his neck shrink suddenly. When he looked back, he saw that the gorilla was also like a raging instructor.

Wait, what's "instructor"? Why do you know that this strong man in a strange camouflage suit is an "instructor" as soon as you see him? What is the camouflage suit?

Gus found that with the emergence of these two new concepts in his mind, more strange information flooded into his brain.

This is a shooting range. This is the standard "thunder-3" anti material assault rifle of the federal orbital commandos. It uses a special 5.5mm caliber ice fire compression bullet. Each bullet contains an ice system and an inflammation system array. When it hits the target, it first reduces the temperature around the target to below zero, and then burns it with magma like heat, In this way, we can break the molecular structure of the target and achieve the effect of anti equipment, which is enough to deal with the light tanks and armored personnel carriers of the human Empire and the covenant alliance, and so on. What are all these!

Gus found that as more and more inexplicable information poured into his mind, he was out of control and raised the "thunder-3" anti equipment assault rifle in front of him.

Then, "dada dada", he fired at the target in the distance.

The powerful recoil caused him a pain in the shoulder, but with the pain sweeping all over his body, the strange sense of familiarity also passed from the fingertips to the shoulders, and from the shoulders to the eyes.

Hand, shoulder, eye, coordination, stable and accurate trajectory, no half bullet deviates from the target.

It's strange that young people are clearly exposed to the "thunder-3" assault rifle for the first time, but it seems that they have been sleeping with this kind of weapon since they were born. It's better to be familiar with it than their own rattle.

Boom!

Boom boom!

Deep in Gus's pupil, there are two balls, no, countless balls of fire mixed with frost.

Demonic weapons, so terrible.

The boy was excited and his blood was boiling.

But the next second, the surrounding shooting range was smashed 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 now, "kill these federals!"

Looking back, Gus saw a black three-star lightning flag burning in the strong wind.

He found in his hand, is no longer star shining federal "thunder-3" assault rifle.

But it has become the triple heavy Vulcan gun of the "Kuroshio army" of the elite special forces of the real empire.

Similarly, at the moment when the finger touches the weapon, the parameters, methods of use and even some mottled pictures of the weapon are all imprinted on Gus's soul.

Gus was in a trance, and his expression gradually became as ferocious as those around him.

He carried the God of fire gun, aimed at a slowly coming federal armored vehicle opposite, shot out three full bullet chains, and directly blasted the armored vehicle into the sky.

The moment the armored car went up, the picture changed again.

Yes, this time Gus became a soldier of the covenant alliance, carrying the "punishment-7" rocket launch nest on his shoulder to fight against the coalition forces of the Federation and Empire.

There's no gorilla instructor or hideous commander this time.

The battle of the saints has always been quiet.

It's like a real machine. Unless it breaks down, it harvests life without saying a word.

And in the quiet harvest, Gus soon mastered the use of "shenjin-7" rocket launch nest, and became an expert.

As a result, a fireball burst out in front of us, tearing all the illusions apart. Gus was surrounded by thousands of burning butterflies, and returned to the real world, on the cliff where the mountain wind howled.

"Wheeze! Wheezing! Wheezing

The boy shuddered, sweating, and could not help himself.

He seems to have spent a long time in the fantasy of hell, but from the torch slowly approaching in the fog, time is only a flash past.

When we look at the three weapons in front of us, the young man's eyes have changed.

It's like looking at the old lovers so familiar and eager.