2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The silver-white stream of light spread out, forming a translucent barrier blocking Yan Muyun's side.

The next moment, an unknown object hit the barrier, making a muffled sound.

Yan Muyun looked intently, but he saw a half-gold and half-white light shadow flashing everywhere in front of the barrier like a firefly. It was unclear what it was.

This light spot seemed to be alive. After hitting the silver barrier twice more, it flew vertically at an extremely fast speed without any warning, as if it was planning to cross the barrier and attack.

Yan Muyun was already prepared for this, a bright golden light burst out from his eyes, and he activated his ability to accelerate himself. At the same time, he waved his arms vigorously, and the barrier in front of him spread around like running water, instantly forming a hemispherical barrier, firmly protecting him within it.

Thanks to his body's perception of the flow of time slowing down, after the light spot hit the silver screen again and froze, he finally saw the other party's true face.

It was actually a bare-butt little boy about the size of an adult's thumb, only four or five years old, with blond hair, snow-white skin, a pair of immature white wings on his back, and a faint white divine light all over his body. It looks exactly like those marble sculptures of little angels in the West.

"What is this?" Yan Muyun was shocked. This was the first time he had seen such a strange "creature".

There was a noise deep in the jungle, and a figure walked out of it. It was the overly thin white woman.

She looked at Yan Muyun inside the silver cover, her eyes full of hatred, and sneered: "You are already dead, unless you hide in this turtle shell for the rest of your life. Otherwise, as long as you come out, you will be subjected to endless abuse by the Holy Angel." Chase..."

"Holy Judgment Angel? It's just a little guy the size of a thumb." Yan Muyun was a little unconcerned. The so-called Holy Judgment Angel was acting like a bee that strayed into the classroom. It looked dangerous, but in fact it only There was a banging on the window pane.

He pointed at the off-road vehicle still emitting black smoke not far away: "By the way, what happened? Did someone attack you?"

It's okay not to mention this. When he mentioned it, the white woman's face twisted and she roared angrily: "What on earth did you do to the young master! Why did the Holy Angel attack him! This makes no sense. I clearly used your hair!"

"Hair? It's said to be an angel, but it actually looks like a voodoo doll." Yan Muyun's mind raced and he quickly figured out everything that happened here.

The induction between the mother and the offspring of the parasitic beast is mutual, but the mother can clearly grasp the position of the offspring, but the offspring can only vaguely sense the distance between itself and the mother.

Most likely, after acquiring the ability of the Black Winged Ghost, he flew too fast, which frightened Shannon, so he used the so-called "Holy Judgment Angel".

Obviously this is an attack method that can automatically lock the head, but there are prerequisites for locking the target, which requires the target's hair or flesh. So they launched an attack with their own hair that they got from who knows where. As a result, Shannon was shot directly in the head...

"There are red blood threads implanted in his neck, which are part of my body." After thinking about all this, Yan Muyun felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. He never thought that the ending of this matter would be so.

"It's all your fault... It's all because of you that I actually killed the young master with my own hands!" The white woman's eyes were red and her face was ferocious. She had obviously fallen into madness.

She raised her right hand and pointed a simple and compact silver revolver straight ahead: "I must kill you!!"

The next moment, her actions made Yan Muyun open his eyes wide.

The blood-clothed monster tilted his head, his voice full of joking.

And unknowingly, the surface of the three white light spots was gradually covered with a touch of blood...

My own [Silver Guard] can temporarily block this weird attack, but others don't have this method.

When she took out her left hand, there were two bloody brass bullets between her fingertips.

The three light spots flew faster and faster, and dozens of blood holes appeared on the blood-clothed monster in the blink of an eye. However, this kind of injury was like scratching an itch for the latter, and he stood calmly in place without moving at all.

Two gunshots were fired, and along with two sacred horns, two more golden-white flowing lights flew out.

After firing two shots, the white woman's complexion was close to that of a mummy, but her face was full of joy: "Now, let me kill that nosy bitch too..."

"boom!"

"Hey!" Yan Muyun shouted.

"Well..." She fell to her knees in pain, her thin body curled up like a dried shrimp.

She thought she was crazy enough, until she saw this Chinese man who was hiding in the shield, tearing open her throat with his hands.

"Come on...continue..."

Blood spurted out, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but the silver-white hemispherical barrier also turned into crystal blood red.

Because the person who was standing there has turned into a complete monster.

The white woman stopped moving her hands and looked up at him.

Yan Muyun finally understood why the other person was so thin. It was not because of vegetarianism, but because he had been "feeding" this ominous extraordinary object with his own body.

"boom!"

"Bang...bang bang..."

The next moment, the white woman's eyes widened.

Her left hand, stained with blood, reached into her pocket tremblingly and slowly pinched out a long black hair.

The three light spots froze in mid-air at the same time, as if they didn't understand why the other party didn't die, and didn't even stagger a few steps. They just stood there quietly as if they were not affected in any way.

If once doesn't work, then do it twice, three times, four times...

This scarlet "cloth" wrapped its body tightly, making it impossible to tell whether it was a normal human limb or a monster's tentacle.

If the white woman was really allowed to shoot, Ye Buyu would have almost no chance of surviving.

Without saying a word, the white woman pressed all two bullets, still dripping with blood, into the wheel of the revolver, and then pulled the trigger.

"Snapped."

"Normally, one Holy Judgment Angel can definitely kill one person. If I summon three Holy Judgment Angels at once, you are already dead."

I saw the white woman lifting the hem of her clothes, revealing a bloody wound on her flank, and then she dug the fingers of her left hand directly into the wound.

There was a hint of madness in Yan Muyun's eyes, and he pointed his right hands together as swords, placing them across his throat: "I don't even believe in gods, so why am I afraid of a so-called angel like you?"

"The Holy Judgment Angel, right..."

The three holy angels hit the blood-clothed monster's body almost indiscriminately, but the next second, they emerged from the other side of its body.

The scarlet round head has no hair on it, and the outline of the facial features is almost indistinguishable. There are only two black lines at the eyes, no nose, no ears, and where the mouth should be, there is only a black line that almost extends to the back of the head. . The flowing blood was draped over his body like a cloak. From his shoulders to the soles of his feet, the warm and slightly fishy plasma slowly flowed down until it dripped onto the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

The blood-red barrier was broken, but the white woman's heart was not filled with any joy, but instead was filled with endless fear.

The Holy Judgment Angel seemed to have emotions. After being provoked, he rushed out again, and this time the speed became faster, and he instantly penetrated the blood-clothed monster's head, neck, and heart.

Yan Muyun's pupils did not shrink, not because he recognized the owner of the hair, but because in this situation, the so-called "nosy person" in the other person's mouth was undoubtedly her.