Uplifting Journey

Polnareff's stand-in combat experience is also quite rich. Driven by his fighting instinct, he immediately made the most favorable choice and rushed towards the door of the room he was in.

Signs of aging appeared without warning. We have been here for two days, so this is not the enemy's pre-prepared home field, and I am sure that I have not been exposed to any abnormal triggers

A few thoughts flashed through Polnareff's mind during the sprint, and he made a preliminary judgment on the current situation.

.Then the enemy is likely to be a field-type stand-in that interferes with certain specified conditions and scope. This kind of stand-in often starts to intervene in the field centered on itself. It is unrealistic to fight against a field that is not powerful. The speed of aging I am also not allowed to slowly ponder the conditions of the opponent's ability, and must first find the enemy's substitute or main body to attack.

In any case, the scope of most avatars in this world is limited. Try to stay away from the attacked point and observe the change in the magnitude of the damage you receive while moving. This is very helpful for judging the position of the center point of the enemy's field. is very helpful.

The silver chariot shrouded Polnareff's body like armor. With a few flashes of sword light, a square hole was cut in the wooden wall not far from the side of the house gate.

Polnareff, who passed through the cave in a ready-to-attack posture, glanced at the door—it is normal for people affected by the aging domain to want to flee immediately, so the enemy may also be in the house. Set up ambushes at various passages.

However, there was nothing at the gate of the house, and Polnareff's vigilance failed to materialize.

At this time, on a hill two kilometers away from Polnareff's farm, at a high point with a good view, a strange man with long purple hair and hollow eye patches is passing through a fixed perspective telescope watching the farm.

A close-up and powerful stand-in, with a silver-white knight appearance. What age is this, it's really disgusting.

The purple-haired man withdrew his gaze from the binoculars, sitting on a rock, staring down at the weird device on his legs——

The shape of this instrument is roughly similar to a laptop computer, but it looks bulky and bloated, and it does not have any ports and logos that a normal laptop computer should have.

What the hell is Proxieter doing? He obviously launched a surprise attack from a very close range, but the opponent still has the strength to cut through the wall and rush out. Shouldn't normal people be so old that they can't walk? Although you want to survive, you Is it too much energy? The compatibility between the two of us is really not very good.

After licking his lips, the purple-haired man quickly clicked and operated the instrument with both hands. At the same time, he smiled in a low voice: I still have to rely on my Meroni's substitute 'Baby Face'. Anyway, I can't let the other party escape. Out of the scope of influence of be brave and benevolent, right?

We don't have much time for the two of us. The children created by 'Baby Face' are well-educated and obedient.

Rows of words and images flashed rapidly on the screen of the instrument, and the man named Meloni seemed to be communicating with another existence through the special props embodied by this double, driving the other to act according to his will.

——Task: to manifest the body and attract the attention of the enemy, to prevent the opponent from leaving the vicinity of the house as the top priority, and at the same time try to encourage the opponent to strengthen physical activity and raise body temperature. OK.

—Understood, start implementing.

Polnareff, who left the house and noticed that his aging speed had slowed down significantly in the cool wind in the open area, turned his head and reminded Cheng Bin who was still in the house loudly of his guess about the enemy's abilities, and then Ignoring the dawdling guy, he continued to move while focusing on observing his surroundings.

The crops in the farmland at this time of year are not lush, and Polnareff can roughly observe the open environment with a sweep of his vision. After listening to the airflow for a while with his sword, he set his sights on the house where he was before. Up—it was the only place in the vicinity where he could easily hide from his observation, and it was the geometric center of the field of aging.

There is a high probability that the enemy's double or main body is in the house, but there is no trace of anyone on the way, and the speed of aging will increase sharply if you go back

Keeping looking towards the direction of the house from the corner of his eye, Polnareff quickly moved away from the house—he was not abandoning his teammates to escape from the battle, the enemy would never just watch his target leave the aging field, so there must be Whoever comes to stop him, that is the time for his silver chariot to exert its power!

Polnareff, who maintained the utmost vigilance while running, soon waited for the enemy's attack——

When he was crossing a farm path, the low debris piled up beside his feet suddenly disintegrated into countless cubes, these cubes surged towards Polnareff's feet close to the ground, and reorganized after approaching. It became a sharp claw and dug it over.

Damn it. Disassemble and reorganize? This is another kind of stand-in. There are at least two enemies!

Driven by Polnareff's will, the ready-to-go silver sword flashed close to his heels, and the seemingly hard claws were shattered in the instant the silver light flashed.

——Good and fast! Meloni, his sword is too fast! I can't even see clearly!

Seeing the text flashed on the screen, the purple-haired man in the distance was stunned, and then became furious: Are you kidding me?! You are an invincible long-range self-disciplined stand-in! Attacks like blade slashing are not caused by yours. Is the special ability completely restrained? Be bold! Kill him for me!

The anger of the main body was transmitted from afar, and the ground and sundries at Polnareff's feet became clusters of cubes that surged and flew up, engulfing the chopped claws and reorganizing into a lavender Weird figure.

Looking at the guy with a few sharp spikes on his head, who was definitely not human, Polnareff snorted coldly: Finally came out to face me? A sneaky thing.

Idiot! The doll-like lavender stand-in with a strange and childlike face seemed to have his own consciousness, and he taunted, Your sword is very fast, but if you want to kill with that slender sword, you can disassemble it at will. Reorganized me? You're daydreaming!

Before the words were finished, Lavender's stand-in rushed towards Polnareff.

Dream? Polnareff snorted, and he, who was wearing a silver chariot, raised his hand and cut it out with a sword, Let's see who is daydreaming!