Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 145: Establishing the Strongest Name

"If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be able to escape at the last moment. As for me, I'll be at least seriously injured after being attacked by this move."

Wen Lie lowered his head and raised his eyelids hard to determine Zhao Zhuikong's position.

His superb gun skills caused a vortex of gravity and an adsorption effect, compensating for the visual defect of not being able to lift his head.

"I have no choice. Your shell is too hard, so I can only share it with Zheng Zha. It doesn't matter. Next time, I want to have you all to myself."

Zhao Zhuikong laughed foolishly, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, as if he was really enjoying something delicious.

"Humph! You just complained to me about why only Zheng Zha had seasonings, right?"

Wen Lie snorted and laughed, a dangerous and crazy expression on his face.

Twelve balls of light emerged from behind him. The ball of light storing the holy harp glowed faintly, and a small harp floated up from it.

A look of confusion flashed across Wen Lie's eyes.

The harp floated above his head, playing a pure and melodious melody.

Just like the spring breeze and drizzle, moistening everything silently, the beautiful and harmonious sound permeates the world, conveying touching emotions.

The sound of the piano echoed in Raccoon City. When people heard this beautiful and peaceful melody, their hearts became peaceful and a relaxed and happy smile appeared on everyone's face.

Zhao Zhuikong's movements became sluggish, and the blood color in his eyes gradually faded.

Wen Lie fired a shot, but Zhao Zhuikong actually tried to dodge. His hesitant posture revealed a flaw in front of Wen Lie, and the tip of the gun pierced Zhao Zhuikong's left shoulder as fast as lightning.

Zhao Zhuikong's eyes turned cold, and then a little distracted. Influenced by the Holy Harp, his mind was torn between madness and relaxation, and his state declined again.

Not only Zhao Zhuikong was affected, but also Fu Zheng. His spirit gradually stabilized, and the tornado formed by Li Yan became sparse.

Li Yan is both a physical entity and a non-physical entity. It is just the embodiment of the violence in Fu Zheng's heart. It is inherently related to the spirit.

The effect of the Demon-Breaking Holy Harp is to keep the enemy mentally stable and make them lose their fighting spirit.

Speed, degree of concentration, in just a few seconds, the power of the Fiery Tornado dropped by 40%.

Fu Zheng's eyes became peaceful, but only a second later, violent emotions filled his mind.

But the melody that came from his ears immediately calmed his mood.

Fu Zheng bit his tongue, using the pain to stimulate his mind. Two flames ignited in his ears and burned his auditory nerves.

But how could a holy weapon be so easy to deal with?
The melody of this sacred harp is played on the spiritual level, and any conscious life will be affected.

The more serious the mental problem, the greater the impact.

It just so happens that Zheng Fu and Zhao Zhuikong's mental problems are the two biggest in the world of reincarnation.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Wen Lie was the only one with a stable murderous intent. Originally, it was Zhao Zhuikong who was entangled with Wen Lie fearlessly, but now it was Wen Lie who was holding Zhao Zhuikong tightly. His gun was as powerful as a snake, biting Zhao Zhuikong and not letting go.

Zhao Zhuikong was anxious and angry. For a moment he wanted to get rid of Wen Lie and hide. For a moment he was crazy and fought to the death.

His mind vacillated between madness and calmness, pieces of flesh peeled off from his bones, and the double blow to his mind and body made Zhao Zhuikong's mind even more confused.

Fu Zheng injured himself, straining to maintain the tornado. With a frantic roar, the Fiery Flame, unleashed from his body, instantly swelled. The raging fire moved like a bomb, sending out showers of sparks that incinerated tall buildings and transformed the ground into a sea of ​​blazing flames. Over a dozen churches were affected, the relic crosses on their roofs gradually dissolving. People hurriedly unsheathed their hoses, spraying holy water they had prepared in advance to slow the Fiery Flame's destructive power.

The holy light wrapped around the golden spear of destiny. The spear began to spin according to Wen Lie's thoughts. The spiral controlled by his mind was much faster than the complicated operation of ripple qigong. Strands of golden lightning burst out, forming a terrifying vortex that entangled Zhao Zhuikong tightly.

"Spin!"

Wen Lie raised the Spear of Destiny high, and at this extremely close distance, he removed most of the defenses, leaving only a small amount of holy light to protect the vital points.

Faced with the threat of death, Zhao Zhuikong's inner demons finally resisted the melody of the sacred harp.

No, he still couldn't escape the influence of the Holy Harp. However, his rationality and his inner demons had reached a consensus.

"Mirror image!"

Three physical mirror images appeared in three directions, and the fingers put together were like a bloody broken knife. The smile on the face of the man holding the knife was gone, and only the heroic spirit of burning his boats remained.

"Dimensional Slash!"

The four men drew their swords at the same time and slashed down with their palms upright. Black cracks spread from all sides towards Wen Lie in the middle, forking and crisscrossing in the sky. The space with a radius of two meters was like a piece of broken glass. In the blink of an eye, it split into thousands of thumb-sized fragments.

No substance can withstand the absolute attack that can even shatter space!
The fierce fire tornado finally arrived. The storm from top to bottom engulfed Wen Lie's body, spinning madly like an electric drill, erupting with a terrifying pulling force, and condensing an extremely intense high temperature inside.

Heat no less than that from the surface of the sun escaped, and everything within a radius of ten thousand meters began to melt. The nearest ground had turned into red magma, and the nearby church was unable to protect the believers from Fu Zheng's threat. The relics and crosses made of mithril burned, and buckets of holy water evaporated into gas. Magma flowed on the walls of the church, and the solemn buildings melted like ice cream under the scorching sun, and people's skin also suffered a lot of burns.

The power can only be described as terrifying.

Liyan·Tornado Sky, Fu Zheng’s most powerful move at the moment.

Mirror Dimension Slash, as a space-based attack skill, is a perfect killer move for Zhao Zhuikong, who has not yet developed the direct attack effect of Inch Step.

The joint attack was a life-or-death gamble, and even Fu Zheng and Zhao Zhuikong felt it was terribly dangerous.

The Holy Light Armor gradually broke into pieces, and the scriptures engraved in the Seventh Holy Scripture became blurred. Cracks spread rapidly, as if the heat from the scorching sun burned the skin. The unbearable pain made Wen Lie's face as hideous as a ghost.

"Surge!"

The rotating vortex of light even swept up the space, and the power that imprisoned the space was distorted under the destruction of the holy light. The Spear of Destiny was slowly pushed forward, carrying an infinite force that shook the space and blew away the broken fragments of space.

"Conviction!"

Through its inherent vibrations, the holy text chanted the baptism of criticizing reincarnation, denying the spirit, and destroying the spirit. Beams of light penetrated the dark storm like sharp thorns, and golden vortices expanded the diamond-dense tornado.

"Gun of Destiny!"

The holy relic, whose real name was the Spear of Longinus, unleashed an absolute destructive force.

The golden light penetrated everything in front of it, whether it was matter or energy, flesh or soul. The terrifying power ravaged everything to the atomic level.

Zhao Zhuikong's body dissipated in the golden light, and a broken hole expanded from Fu Zheng's abdomen. A trace of fierce flame floated out from it, but it was of no avail.

“…I will not become a memory!”

Fu Zheng stared at Wen Lie without blinking, his dark eyes engraving Wen Lie's face deep in his soul.

The resounding words drifted in the sky, and Fu Zheng's body and soul were completely annihilated in the light.

(End of this chapter)