Black sail

Chapter 511 CXLV. Mount and Blade
The light and shadows were strong under the sunlight, and when Micah appeared, he was too obvious a target.

He was surrounded and jumped in that direction.

Three Arran standard automatic rifles were pointed at him. The soldiers held down the triggers, deadly flames spurted out from the muzzles, and ammunition poured out all at once.

Any flesh and blood that tries to pass through the storm of bullets will be sifted into the smell below.

But the dark magic spells on Micah's body separated from his body surface like a ghost, and spiraled throughout his body. The black steel hexagonal prisms wrapped around him like a hemp rope.

The hail of bullets fired at it, leaving only sparks and marks that were as shallow as possible, but these were iron elements composed of annihilation energy.

As long as Micah puts in the effort, he can regenerate.

The spell rituals of the Dark Scriptures are connected to the realm of annihilation and have inexhaustible energy.

but……

Adding space fuel to a car engine will overload the engine cylinders and cause them to burn and explode.

Black blood was oozing out of Micah's nose and his lips were pale. He had been walking in the wilderness for so long and had eaten nothing but nutritional food, so he was already seriously exhausted.

It must be resolved quickly.

"What the hell are you?"

The leading soldier captain hurriedly reloaded the magazine, but it was too late.

Micah has landed on the ground, with steel hexagonal scattering brackets inserted into the ground. It is no problem for him to jump down from a height of more than ten meters. The brackets instantly bounce back into the spell and land steadily on the ground.

He used the same method he used on Carrie three days ago, slapping his hands on the ground. The spell crawled quickly like a snake tide, surging into steel spikes.

The gun pierced through the chest and abdomen of the three soldiers and lifted them up in the air. They vomited blood from their mouths and were still struggling, but the more they struggled, the bigger the wounds became, and blood gushed out. They were completely dead.

The four remaining Army soldiers continued to fire at Micah from the side of the wind-eroded rock shelter.

A hexagonal prism wider than Micah's shoulders rose from the ground, blocking the torrent of bullets. The spreading snake tide of spells quickly reached the feet of the four people, completely wrapping up the four people like a knife-like thorn forest on the prison wall, crushing them like a baby bird in the palm of your hand, and exploding like a squeezed tomato, like a balloon filled with red ink.

This is the end.

Eight army soldiers were wiped out.

Those strangely wriggling runes shrank back, and strangely, they flashed an eerie white light, as if they had taken something from the corpses.

"That's amazing...husband..."

Carrie panted in the spell cage. The demon had never worn any clothes since he met her.

Now that the battle was decided, I relaxed completely and thought about the naked succubus bitch in the evil dungeon.

Micah was also somewhat tempted.

He is a pile-driving saint and needs to clear his energy every day. His energy has already overflowed in the past three days.

and many more!

Micah discovered the blind spot. He had clearly had an impulse just now, but the tattoo did not torture him.

Is it because these spells are in a weakened state?

No, that’s not the case. It’s me who is still bleeding from the nose that feels weak all over.

According to Carrie, the spell is just a ritual prop, connected to the annihilation realm, and it is impossible to be weakened.

What does that mean?
Was it because he had experienced a battle? He had slaughtered eight people... Kalilabos was a happy demon god, and the ecstasy of killing and destruction was also part of the sacrifice.

As a living sacrifice, Maika must continue to offer sacrifices in order to...

The big sticks have been used, and now it turns out that the sweet dates are here.

He understood everything, the devil, he is so great.

Just when he was thinking wildly.

boom!
A middle-aged male geologist fired a shot at Micah with a revolver. He was shaking all over, trembling as if his bones were about to fall apart.

They were not professional fighters, and their accuracy was very poor even though they were dozens of meters away.

But it also hit Micah's head accidentally, cutting off a few strands of hair and leaving a line of blood oozing out of his ear.

Mica was not going to kill these people, as soldiers were different from scholars. But since they were shooting, they should have been prepared to die.

But using these spell tattoos would consume a huge amount of physical energy. Micah quickly picked up the automatic rifle that the captain of the soldiers had used before.

The East China Sea pirates and geologists are not at the same level of proficiency in firearms. He pulled the trigger and fired three shots casually, two shots to the torso and one to the head. Even a god could not save him.

His head was blown off immediately, and all the knowledge he had learned over decades was scattered on the ground, in the form of brain matter, forever swimming in the ocean of mineral knowledge.

The remaining three academic staff members were even more stressed out and stiff, not daring to move at all.

Micah picked up a new type of firearm from the ground and took it back for Finn to study.

He carried one sword on his back and held another in his hand. He came to the rock shelter where the remaining three scholars were hiding, squatted down, and looked down at them.

However, these three people just wanted to spare his life. Their excuse was very simple. They were just following orders and had never participated in the war. They were only doing geological surveys. All this had nothing to do with them.

I mistook Micah for a Mulon resistance fighter.

"I want the three of you to stay here and keep watch for me. If you move more than three meters away, I will kill you."

Micah saw that they had set up camp, and when he felt sleepy he had a pillow, but Micah didn't have the habit of doing things in public.

They really know how to enjoy themselves. Coffee is being brewed in the tent at the camp. The coffee beans used are of very good quality and the aroma is already wafting over.

The three of them nodded their heads like chicks pecking at rice, and no one dared to run away, for fear of angering this monster with tattoos on his face.

And Micah wanted to verify his previous idea that human life is a sacrifice, and after offering the sacrifice, he himself can be a living sacrifice and perform as a living sacrifice.

Go straight into the tent and drink the coffee prepared by these scholars in one gulp.

Little-known fact: coffee can speed up blood circulation. If there are no blue tablets, it can also be regarded as golden resin for continuous combat and can be used to enchant weapons.

Micah lets Carrie out, and he has to start the League of Legends right away.

As a hybrid of a nightmare and a succubus, Carrie is addicted to the internet and can play ranked games all the time.

Let Carrie use Tam's Q to hit the Ice Phoenix first, while Mika's physical strength is overflowing and his talent is Blades.

As expected, Micah's idea was proven true. After offering a soul sacrifice to Kalilapos, the tattoo would not burn himself. What Micah was doing now was also a living sacrifice.

And I just killed eight people, that's amazing.

Carrie came to the Western Continent nine hundred years ago, so she naturally did not bring the Night Blade with her.
In order to accumulate advantages in the later stage, Carrie's talent in this game is Grasp of the Undying, and the passive skill of the hero chosen by Micah, Lava Behemoth, also healed quickly.

AD Lava Behemoth is a very alternative style of play, but with the W skill Savage Strike and the Deadly Tempo talent, it can also deal good damage.

After two games, Micah has mastered the essence of runes. Ryze is generally called Little Micah.

However, the hero Carrie played this time was Widowmaker, and her playing style was also very different. She stacked up countless layers of Heart of Steel and built a tanky style.

Micah chose several ADCs, but the output was not enough. Several times when he was on the line, he could only press the recall key to avoid the attack temporarily.

In broad daylight, inside the tent.

The three scholars who were left alive outside were feeling very complicated, fearful, and weird. This guy must be a complete psychopath. He just killed someone and then...

It's so weird. The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck wouldn't be half as mysterious as this scene.

And where did that female voice come from?
Two hours later.

Micah walked out of the tent, extremely weak, but the tattooed spells on his body also gave him miraculous power, eight times in total.

really.

After eight attempts, when Micah saw the pretty female scholar, the ninth attempt was simply impossible. Not to mention that he was extremely weak, the tattoo had already started burning him when he had the idea.

"It's just fucking..."

Micah didn't know how to describe the extremely wonderful feeling he was having.

If Master Archer's life consisted of killing, sleeping, cooking and drinking, it could be summed up in four words.

The rest of my life can be summed up in just two words.

That is……

Mount & Blade.

(End of this chapter)