HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 "Can you do this? I always think it's not very safe."

　　 "Don't worry, although I haven't used it for a long time, I feel that the abilities of those guys are not particularly outstanding, at least below the two of us, so it should be no problem to control them, as long as no one else is bothered."

　　 "I have deployed defensive magic around,"

Seshatli looked around and said, “Anyway, it’s absolutely right to hurry up anyway. In case someone comes, the faster we move, the higher the success rate will be. At that time, one will lose and the other will grow. The strength can definitely be greatly enhanced."

　　 Jon nodded and said, "Don't worry, hurry up and look for the mental loopholes of these people, and then plant a hint for them, I'll be there to help you guard."

Jon has now expanded his force field to a certain extent, and there is also a small force field embedded in it to protect himself and Sesatli’s existence. The large force field is used by him to build the present, trapped The illusion of the three Orientals.

　　 It's just that although the illusion is said to have been created, he can't see the movements of those people inside.

　　 And he has separated the three people, and now he waits for Sechatli to break these people one by one. In case, it wouldn't be a good thing for someone to come along the way.

　　Sometimes things in this world are so strange, what is afraid of.

　　 Just when Sechateri just started to enter the spiritual world of one of them, Jon suddenly noticed that several people had come here from not far away.

　　"Can you get them away?

　　 I have just set out to enter the spiritual world of this poet. If I retreat now, I am afraid his spirit will be dissipated by me. "

　　 "I will try to go around them to other places. It seems that the shooter should be good. He is the best in these people, and I feel that his strength should also be the strongest."

　　 "It's up to you, don't disturb me first."

　　 Jon nodded, probed his own energy, and then modified the path.

Those who came in after 　　 did not realize that they had entered an illusion at all.

　　 It is normal to say that Jon's illusion is something that is rooted in the spiritual world. As long as these people step into this building, he will soon be dragged into the spiritual illusion.

　　And most importantly, this illusion is constructed in a half-truth and half-false state. All the things they see about the architecture and the environment are real, only people are different.

　　 What the gunman saw was not a real human being, but a monster living here.

　　 The pictures of monsters were of course fictionalized by Jon. In Jon's mind, there are not many other things, but these monsters have a lot of looks.

　　 At this moment, the gunman is groping.

There are no more bullets in the sniper rifle in his hand. He originally prepared it when he came over, but he lost some when he entered the country, and also lost some when he entered the world. He killed people earlier. I used some more when I did.

　　 So in the end, there are only five bullets left. The sniper rifle can't fill too many bullets, so the bullets inside are very precious.

　　 If he is lucky enough, he should be able to find a new weapon here, but now it seems that his luck is not particularly good.

　　 Although this space looks like a modern city with high-rise buildings, it is much more developed than most countries in the world, but the internal structure inside is still very old.

　　 The possibility of a hot weapon like firearms appearing here is really too small.

　　 "This person... is it possible that he doesn't even know a copy curse?"

　　The bullet of a thermal weapon is just a kind of substance in the world, and the mimicry of magic elements is much stronger than this kind of substance.

　　 Jon listened to this man's mutter, and thought he might have made a mistake in his judgment.

　　 How do you think this three-person team is not particularly strong.

　　 But if they are too strong, they are not a good choice.

　　 Jon's mind turned, and the force field fluctuated slightly, transmitting his magical power to not far from the gunner.

With the sniper rifle in the gunner’s hand as a template, it is much less difficult to copy. Jon used magic to quickly create many similar firearms and bullets, and then picked the one he was most satisfied with, and kept it. The next breaks up again, letting them return to magical elements.

　　 When did the design concept of the magic gun appear in his mind?

　　 He has forgotten.

　　 It seems to be something that I came up with when I was in the Magic Castle and talked about heat weapons with Helga.

As for whether it can be used, to be honest, there is no particularly good magical materials, and he has no smelting technology. He can only use copying spells to make such weapons. If it is outside, there are alchemy materials, and he might be able to rely on it. The sample painting gourd produced a more advanced magic gun, but now the copied version can be used.

　　 So the next moment when the gunman turned a corner, he saw a brand new firearm placed on the table, which was also engraved with a very gorgeous pattern.

　　 He ran over and held the gun in his hand. The magazine was just full, ten bullets.

　　 is much better than the sniper rifle he just used.

　　 But before he was happy, there were rapid footsteps behind him.

　　 There is also a sharp sound of breaking the wind~www.wuxiahere.com~There are enemies.

　　 The gunman didn't even have time to raise the gun and pull the trigger. The enemy behind him was already approaching him. He subconsciously held the gun and threw a punch back.

　　 The magical power of the fist is actually not small.

　　 "I really think I'm a gunman, don't you have any melee knowledge? I have been a soldier before."

　　 He muttered, and walked to the man with his gun. He just wanted to raise the muzzle and shoot the man to death, but he hesitated again.

　　 There are only so few bullets in total, and it's really not appropriate to waste it here.

　　 Fortunately.

The length of the sniper rifle is the same when used as a stick.

　　 There was a smirk on his face, he raised the gun body, and slammed it down fiercely.

　　 It was like breaking a persimmon, the bright red color mixed with white brains shot out and splashed all over the floor.

"gross."

　　 Jon, who was disgusted by this picture, adjusted his viewing angle slightly to the back. Although the picture transmitted by the waterline was not clear, the large visual pollution made people look uncomfortable.

　　 "So why must we leave separately? These people don't have any good habits. If we go together, how can this happen?"

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