Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

This scene was witnessed by a punk girl at the other end of the carriage, who looked puzzled.

Because no mental fluctuations were emanating from her, she couldn't tell exactly what Yan Keke was doing.

All she knew was that the other party seemed to be touching what they were trying to steal.

However, she only glanced at it and then ignored it, focusing her attention on something else.

Puff, puff...

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out again.

As Fan Xiao moved forward, the Mammon players who entered his talent's range were immediately disemboweled by the little angel.

It wasn't that Mammon's people didn't want to fight back or escape.

Whenever they thought of using props to attack Van Shaw or to retreat, they would momentarily lose focus and forget the idea.

It is clear that Fan Xiao did not remove the forgotten domain generated by the "Lost Kingdom".

He had been using forgetting as a means to achieve temporary "strong control" over the enemy.

Of course, excellent results mean enormous consumption.

Simultaneously supporting the Forgotten Realm and the Realm of the Killing Angels, dealing with so many players was extremely difficult even with his current mental strength.

My mental energy is being severely depleted!

However, the battle would end soon, and he did not hold back in using his power.

"return!"

Suddenly, the voice of a punk girl rang out in the carriage.

The Mammon members, who had forgotten what they were supposed to do, were all subjected to mental interference and immediately retreated to the other end of the carriage.

Fan Xiao tried to dissuade these people from the idea of ​​retreating, but failed.

"Lost Kingdom" lost to punk girls.

On the other side, the punk girl who had recalled all her companions, although she saw the team's losses, did not show any anger.

Instead, she focused intently on the corpses of her comrades lying on the ground.

Looking at their torn chests, blooming like flowers, at the patterns left by the splattering blood, at these scenes of hell... she felt inexplicably excited.

As she looked around, the punk girl raised her head and her gaze fell on Fan Xiao, who was walking towards her.

She said somewhat nervously, "I never expected to meet someone like me here... No, I have to admit, your artistry surpasses mine!"

"Join us, my friend. What's the point of pretending to be your true self and hiding among a bunch of sheep? Don't you feel suffocated?"

Fan Xiao: "..."

Ignoring the punk girl's invitation, Fan Xiao quickened his pace.

To cooperate with him, Yan Keke disregarded the issue of whether she would overeat and began to exert all her strength to continuously devour spiritual power.

Suddenly, the punk girl frowned.

Her powerful mental strength detected an extremely dangerous signal.

The stronger a person's mental strength, the more acutely they sense a crisis.

Forget about recruiting others like her; she fixed her gaze on Fan Xiao, who was approaching, and felt an urge to back away.

How is this going! ?

Am I... scared?

On the other side, Fan Xiao, who had been observing the punk girl's reaction, noticed that her expression was unusual.

Something unexpected has happened!

The next second, he made a decisive change to the battle plan.

The engulfing of the fantasy matter can be put aside for now; the battle must be resolved immediately!

We must kill them all first!

Any vulnerabilities that arise later can be patched up using illusions.

Thinking of this, Fan Xiao immediately activated "Dustless Shield" and flew towards the punk girl.

The punk girl reacted even faster than him, her brown boots slamming onto the hard floor with a "thud".

The metal floor suddenly softened like putty, deforming and rolling towards Fan Xiao like a wave, blocking his path.

In addition to the floor, the walls of the vehicle also underwent the same changes.

The carriage seemed to come alive, unleashing intense malice towards Fan Xiao.

"Back off!"

Trusting her instincts, the punk girl launched her attack and then ordered her companions to retreat.

The group quickly distanced themselves from Fan Xiao in front and went to the connection between the cargo car and the control room.

"Qiqi."

Fan Xiao called out.

With a whoosh, Fan Qiqi conjured a massive scythe in her delicate white hands, extending and expanding it before slashing forward.

The air was cut open.

The incoming wave of metal was instantly split in two.

The scythe embodied by the original sin of wrath can conceptually and numerically inflict damage on the target.

Subsequently, the conceptually accumulated damage will be reflected in the physical body in an unavoidable way.

The metal wave, which had been split in two, shattered into pieces again under the continuous synchronous effect of conceptual damage.

A huge hole appeared in the entire carriage, leaving it in a dilapidated state.

Chapter 233 The Avenue is Obliterated

"attack!"

After retreating a distance, the punk girl immediately exhausted her mental energy to issue a new command.

The other side also interfered mentally, and she was worried that her accomplices would fall for it again, so she intervened in advance.

It has a style of doing things that is like “being worried that the criminals will use the hostages to threaten you, so you shoot and kill the hostages in advance”.

Of course, she can only use mental suggestion; she cannot directly repair the memories that the Mammon players have temporarily forgotten.

After receiving the attack command, many players first checked their player panel to see what items they had and their specific functions before deciding on their attack method.

Unfortunately, they were always a step too late.

Or perhaps it's just that Van der Rohe was too fast.

With a deafening roar, the punk girl looked up and saw that the metal torrent she had created with her props had been cleaved in two.

Then, due to some inexplicable force, it shattered and scattered.

A dark figure flew out of the chaotic environment at high speed and crashed into the punk girl's field of vision.

This intense sense of crisis is obvious, no need to guess who it comes from.

"They couldn't even delay it for three seconds."

The punk girl was serious and immediately tried to manipulate the shattered metal fragments to reassemble them into a new obstacle to attack Fan Xiao.

Unfortunately, she soon realized that this wouldn't work.

The metal... seems to have stopped being metal.

It seems to have been destroyed beyond recognition, leaving only fragile remnants.

What a bizarre attack...

Feeling a palpable sense of crisis, as if it were about to pierce her skin, the punk girl abandoned her strong mentality and chose to run away.

In an instant, she teleported to the other end of the carriage.

"hiss……"

A sudden pain shot through my arm.

The punk girl subconsciously looked down and found that the front of her left arm was gone, with only the part above the elbow remaining on her body. There was a very clean cut at the break, and blood was flowing out quickly.

At the same time, she also experienced pain in her left lower back.

The punk girl turned her gaze to her waist and found a wound there, an inch deep in the flesh, from which blood was flowing.

Judging from her stance before teleporting, the wound must have been struck by a slash that swept in from the side.

Her left arm was the first to be struck, being severed off. The slash then touched her waist... If she hadn't escaped in time by teleporting, she would probably have been cut in half at the waist by now.

How can this be! ?

Her defensive items were completely ineffective?

What's even more terrifying is that her recovery items didn't work at all... no, they did have some effect, but it was extremely minor.

The wound healed so slowly that she didn't even notice it immediately.

This is very abnormal.

She is equipped with a B-grade item that grants her a degree of "immortality".

Healing injuries is a passive, permanent effect of this item; it will activate whenever you are injured, without you needing to actively call out its name to activate it.

But now, this item seems to have disappeared, without bringing any rapid regeneration or repair effects.

What the punk girl didn't know was that Fan Qiqi's "Scythe of Wrath" attacked the concept corresponding to the object.

It interferes with a metaphysical realm.

Or rather, it is existence itself.

Physical injuries are merely symptoms that appear when the concept is synchronized.

If a concept is completely and utterly destroyed, the physical manifestation is that the object can no longer be repaired.

The concept corresponding to her arm was severed by Fan Qiqi, but the concept corresponding to her whole person has not disappeared. As long as the overall concept has not disappeared, the local damage can heal itself, so her injury has not reached the point of being irreparable.

However, the self-recovery speed of a concept, like the self-repair of the human body, is very slow.

Until her consciousness is fully restored, no item can help her heal her current injuries.

"We can't let him get any closer!"

The punk girl disregarded her friends and began to consider leaving.

She was at least 10 meters away from the other party just now, and she was still attacked. If the distance had been any closer, she would have been in danger.

Thinking of this, the punk girl looked ahead.

She just teleported to the connection between the cargo car and the dining car.

Fan Xiao was currently positioned directly in front of her.

After taking in the scene before her, her pupils contracted slightly.

They were all wiped out!

Apart from her, all of Mammon's other members were cut in half by the waist, their bodies falling to the ground in two pieces, forming a circle like a circle of flower petals.

The corpse's blood, internal organs, and intestines flowed out, filling the ground in the center of the circle, like a flower stamen.

A bloody sense of art washes over you.

Despite her fear, the punk girl couldn't help but feel admiration.

So beautiful...

Boom—the air was compressed and roared.

Propelled by the repulsive force of the "Dustless Shield," Fan Xiao shot towards the punk girl like a cannonball.

The punk girl's expression changed, and she no longer had time to appreciate it, so she teleported backward again.

At that moment, the swollen scythe had already cleaved the spot where she had just been standing.