Black sail

Chapter 529 CLXIII. Ancient Punk
"Hey, you. You finally woke up.

You were just about to cross the border, right? And you got ambushed by the Imperials, just like us, and this Professor Oak next to you."

Ralof said.

Professor Oak: "Choose one of the three and embark on an adventure."

"No, why do all your Pokémon look so weird? This one is obviously Ulfric, and besides... why is there a dead body here!"

Ryan was already fuzzy, and said to Professor Oak, looking at the corpse of Xu Futian wearing glasses with his arms folded, this is obviously not a Pokémon! What kind of skills does it have, bastard! I just feel confused.

"Don't come any closer! Crimson King!"

Diablo was so afraid of Xu Fu that he activated his Stand ability on the carriage carrying prisoners to Helgen for beheading.

"My hair?"

When Ryan didn't understand what was going on, he just felt dizzy and time seemed to be cut away. He completely forgot all his memories of this period of time.

"who are you?"

Hadava questioned Ryan.

"What a realistic game engine. Have we reached the character creation menu? There is no option for Morrowind Plateau. If I choose human, will I become a human? Wouldn't that be extremely ugly? My job would definitely be smaller."

After careful consideration, Ryan chose the High Elves. In this way, as a T0 race, doesn't it mean that he can fuck anyone he wants?

You are the most beautiful girl from the Western Continent that I have ever seen. There are stars in your eyes. This child is my gift to you.

However, this race cannot be chosen.

Finally I found out that the race has to be drawn from the card pool, and it is a rice pool, but there is a guaranteed minimum of thirty rounds for novices.

I had no choice but to pick up the items from the mailbox.

The motor vibrates, obviously money is coming out.

Won the Cyberpunk 2077 corporate dog draw.

"My hair."

Ryan read the skill introduction carefully. This prosthesis is awesome. It has forty-two activated forms, including the forty-two-in-one enhanced version of the Mantis Blade, Stanwest, etc. David, I'm sorry, I will take care of your wife Lucy, so you don't have to worry.

Adapting to this new body.

Oh my god! It's a pity that this is in the game, otherwise, I would go directly to the Alandi Palace and burn it to ashes.

Ryan's left mechanical arm transformed into a six-barreled Gatling-like machine gun and began to fire at the imperial army, directly turning Hadawa into a sieve. In an instant, all the imperial troops were turned into meat paste.

"No buddy! What kind of power is this? Is it Dwemer technology?"

Ulfric was shocked and took off the cloth that bound his mouth. With the help of this brave man, wouldn't it be easy to take over Solitude?

"You know nothing. I hate Stormcloaks the most."

Ryan directly smashed Ulfric into a meat paste, and he didn't even have to roar like a dragon.

Alduin landed on the watchtower, and his left hand prosthesis turned into a magic penetrating cannon, killing him with one shot.

Dr. Oak, Xu Fu, and everyone present here, shoot them all to death!
"My head still hurts."

Ryan covered his head, still a little hazy. Mr. Ao was too weak. Was he dreaming or what? It didn't seem real.

"Now that it's over, let's look for the evil dungeon. These people don't seem to have installed the beautification mod. They are so arrogant. It's difficult, but it's doable. What a weird dream. Hmm? You're still alive!"

Ryan was a tough guy in the East Sea. Even though Micah was already dead, he couldn't do anything. He tore the still-living Diablo apart with his claws, but Diablo still activated his ability before he died.

When he came to his senses, he was already in outer space, with five Zaku in front of him, equipped with chainswords and particle cannons, hacking at him.

"What's going on! Never mind!" Ryan didn't know who he was or where he was, he just knew he had to kill!
at last.

As the desire to kill was released, the effect of the rage potion applied by Hewitt completely evaporated.

Black Rock City.

In the streets surrounded by the army, under the command of the major general, the troops did not blindly meet the attack but stood by, watching the third-generation puppet torment the werewolf without wisdom. It was just an overwhelming beating, and the werewolf had no power to fight back.

"Oh my god! Gangdamu!"

Ryan yelled without warning.

Everyone was stunned. Although they didn't understand what he was saying, this werewolf actually had the ability to think?
The disconnected consciousness instantly perked up under the desire to survive.

Memories flooded into Ryan's mind like a tide.

Pedan's laboratory in Muron, magic brake modification, torture, Black Rock City, data monitor.

"Fuck you! Fuck you arcanist!"

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Ryan cursed Hewitt and his gang a thousand times in his heart, but the third-generation puppets were not to be underestimated. According to the estimation of the Alan court sorcerer, they could be equivalent to the title of hero in the Adventurer's Guild.

Three chainswords slashed towards Ryan.

Suddenly, because of the feasting and drinking in Paradise Port and frantically looking for a mistress, his body functions deteriorated, and all the combat memories that had been hidden many years ago were revived as his body functions strengthened.

This body is so powerful!

I swung my right arm at a very fast speed to block those chainsaw swords. Oh no! Now I am not wearing arm armor! My right hand is going to be broken! This time I am like a fucking Venus!
However, it was a new set of magical mechanical skeleton, assisted by brutal torture assimilation, without the need for arm armor, but it was able to shock the three puppets back.

And the prosthesis in the dream was also real. It was a torture device created by the Lockhan Constructor. It was overclocked and turned scarlet like a branding iron on his left hand.

What is Pandora's box of crying on May 4th!

The brutal torture on his left arm transformed into a group of flywheels as big as basins, with bright red arcane energy ties forming the axles of the flywheels.

There are dozens of these flywheels stacked together.

Seeing that the puppets were going to continue attacking, Ryan pulled back without hesitation. All the flywheels were like part of his own body and could move at will.

In addition, there seemed to be some kind of arcane inscription array in his eyes, allowing him to see things several times more clearly than before, and he could even see human-shaped light images through the cover.

The flywheel assembly twisted towards the three puppets, like a milling machine processing steel. The splashing sparks shaved off the iron grooves on the puppets like a CNC lathe, finally exposing the azure cores of these puppets.

The violent torture instantly transformed into a six-barreled wind blade cannon, smashing all three cores as big as human heads into pieces. These scrap metals finally fell to the ground helplessly, losing their combat power.

There were two puppets firing behind him, and the particle cannons did not hurt Ryan at all. The linear worms created by the summoning arcane spells frantically filled the wounds and turned into flesh.

Sorry, Brother Hai!
Now I am the real Brother Hai, pulling my devil's trigger!
The violent torture made a crackling sound and turned into a device that materialized arcane energy.

Brute Force is truly the world's top magical weapon. If Lorkhan is an Alan, then his weapon is of the level built for generals.

I saw a huge red and blue hand made purely of arcane energy extending twenty meters away. It directly grabbed a puppet and lifted it in the air, then smashed it to the ground madly.

It was smashed more than ten times within three seconds. Even though it was made of rough iron, it was composed of mechanisms. The precise joints were smashed, revealing the core, and it was directly crushed by the giant hand of magic.

The major general saw that the situation was not good. The werewolf suddenly had combat thinking and was not an unconscious beast at all. In order to reduce losses, he let the puppet retreat.

But it was too late. The huge energy hand directly dragged the third-generation puppet in front of Ryan, and the violent punishment turned back to its original form, with claw-like arm armor.

A sting.

The rough iron and the core were torn into several pieces.

(End of this chapter)