Chapter 991： assimilation

The sound of the gun is still going on.

Anger leaned behind the wooden box and began to look at the inscription rifle that the player threw.

It has heard of this kind of weapon called a gun from the information that hates sharing. The hate also praises that the weapon invented by mankind will make the war more cruel in the future.

Anger didn't expect to touch this thing in the space of consciousness, and... the gun in his hand was much higher than the one used in reality.

The method of use should be...

The anger learned to hold the rifle according to the experience of being shredded into debris by his own body.

It groped for a little while in the rifle's handshake, and found the trigger to gently pull it.

The flames spurted out of the muzzle, and the bullets hit the wall in front of the anger, leaving a series of bullet marks on the wall.

"The effect of the smoke bomb is going to disappear! Do you still have a smoke bomb?"

The player is letting his character change the clip of the pistol, and the anger of the weapon can no longer stand the chatter of the player, and the sound in his mind, the gun is pointed at the player next to him.

The anger once again triggered the trigger, and the three bursts of bullets shot directly, but it found that the people around him were unscathed.

why?

Anger once again fired several shots at the person beside him, but the character beside him was not hurt.

"He... they are coming over! My pistol doesn't seem to be bulleted."

The player did not find anger at all and pointed his gun at himself.

Anger made a cry close to madness. It stood up directly from the wooden box and raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger against the attacking character on the other side of the wooden box.

This round of bullets directly hit the role of an attacking party, and the anger looked like the scarlet plasma on the head of the character, and then fell to the ground.

Just like this... easily killed a human?

No, those are the aggregates of energy and are not human.

When anger was shocked by the power of the rifle, a bullet crossed the shoulder of its controlling character.

Blood spilled from the shoulders of its characters, and angry characters fell uncontrollably directly to the ground.

The sequence of inscriptions that originally remained inside this humanoid energy body played a role... According to the game, the value of the character of the anger has been zeroed and turned into a form of death!

"Damn! Don't think about using this method to stop me!"

Anger constantly uses his own energy branch to modify the inscription inside the polymer, but the effect is minimal.

This moment of anger heard the footsteps again.

The role of the offensive side is approaching here, and anger feels a feeling of desperation at this moment.

The irony is that these desperate emotions still let it... get some energy that can be used.

As long as the characters of the attacking party fire a few more shots against the ground, it will completely disappear into the world.

No...

The scene in front of anger suddenly changed, and the sense of weightlessness suddenly swept it. It lost its balance because of this sudden weightlessness and sat down on the ground. It looked around... The defensive role that had died before had all been resurrected.

These characters didn't happen like nothing, bought a brand new gun and quickly left.

"We are the offensive side in this game...hey? Don't you buy a gun?"

The player who was entangled in it once again came over. The anger understood what happened in the body based on the information reconstructed in his character.

Its role is reborn.

The second game? Anger looked at the distant 'teammates' and suddenly figured out the rules of this space of consciousness.

It should now find a place to hide, and then convert the energy in the character's body.

Anger thinks the same way, but it just took his character out of the way, and a bullet hit the body of the angry character.

The enemy has come behind it.

An inscription rifle appeared in the hands of anger.

"You don't want to survive this time."

Anger replied the inscription gun in his hand, and when she again held the objects of these beliefs, she did not feel repulsive as before.

The messy voices in my mind have all disappeared, and anger has stopped at this moment. It has not yet converted the power of faith in the body.

The anger raised the hand of his character and summoned his own body, which is the part of the fog.

The result is not a gray mist from its hands, but a light grayish white mist, which is also mixed with a little golden color.

............

Joe repaired the M-key on the keyboard and rebelled to the enemy's camp. Because three rounds have passed, the character of the angry incarnation was killed several times by Joe, but it still exists there.

White Bird told Joe to fix one... very interesting news.

That is ‘the messenger is gradually being assimilated by the tree of the world. ’

After Qiao Xiu rebelled against the camp on the offensive side, he found the role of anger.

"Brother? Should you continue?"

Joshua turned to look at the Nogus, who was sitting next to him. This is already the fifth game of Noggs. He still seems to be convinced that the inscription gun in the game can eliminate anger.

After Joe Xiu pointed out who the anger was, Nogus stared at the anger to kill...

Now that Nogus has learned to use sniper rifles, during the remarks that Joshua answered to him, Noggs accurately knocked down the role of angry boarding.

“Why not continue?”

Nogus controlled his character and approached the angry question that fell to the ground.

"Oh... this is the case, it is gradually being eroded by the power of faith." Qiao Xiu explained.

"And then?" When Noggs came to the side of his anger, it was cursing Noggs in a loud voice, and he kept repeating the next game that would kill you.

"Then it is possible to gradually become a servant of the tree of the world from the servants of the things outside the world."

Qiao Xiu kept doing his knees and standing up next to the angry body.

Although anger still retains memories of past hatred, its composition in the body is more of faith than the fog.

"Do you want me to let it go?" Noggs saw the idea of ​​Joe.

"This is your brother's prey... I can't decide, if you want to destroy it, I can do it for you." Qiao Xiu was not very interested in the messenger.

"Do you have a way to imprison it?"

When Noggs talked with Qiao Xiu, he did not put down the operation on hand, and he smashed an enemy with a sniper rifle in his hand.

"Prison? I think there should be no problem." Qiao Xiu said.

"Give me a cage to imprison it, and tell me how to torture it." Nogus looked at the screen and said, "I have a few questions to ask."