Blue and White Society

  Chapter 420 Black Flame Warrior

  After the disaster broke out, most people remembered the twelve safe houses advertised by the city hall.

   Except for some people who are far away, most people choose to take refuge in the nearest safe house while dragging their children.

   Coupled with the fact that the members of the commune went out to rescue civilians, there are not many ordinary people in Kamakura at this moment, and there are almost no sources of them.

  Because after civilians are infected with demons, if they fail to arrive at the safe house in time, or meet members of the commune, they will die.

   Being chased and killed by his own demons, and facing the free demons raging wildly in Kamakura, even the members of the club have sacrificed a few, let alone ordinary people?

  Therefore, there are more than 10,000 demons in Kamakura now, and none of the civilians who are still alive have been hurt by demons.

   These people are hiding in various places, hoping not to be discovered by the demons, and they dare not go out, but they are safe.

  Up to now, it is the members who are more dangerous. They have attracted a large number of demons, and they are trapped in the No. 1 safe house, which is already precarious.

   "Wei Lan, lure monsters casually!" Mo Poor walked through the air, saw some wandering demons on the road, and shouted directly.

   Wei Lan said anxiously: "We have to hurry to support the No. 1 safe house, so we don't need to make troubles along the way!"

   "It's okay! Don't be afraid of these ordinary demons, you forgot that we have black inflammation now!" Mo Qiong laughed.

   As she spoke, she took the lead, passing by a giant sword of the heart demon and slashing straight down.

  The heart demon was chopped in half, and Mo Poor kicked him into the air.

   With this kick, the black flame was passed over, and the burned demon immediately howled.

  Mo Poor frowned slightly, and this howl also had a psychological impact, which polluted a little of his spiritual power.

  However, the spiritual power of the people on earth comes from the absolute characteristic, and there is a wonderful characteristic, that is, after being injured, sleeping can automatically repair it.

   This is also the confidence for them to give up part of their mental power and give it up after encountering mental pollution attacks.

   "Puff puff puff!"

  Mo Poor's small body trembled wildly, and the huge sword danced in the air with a brisk sound, tearing the demon into pieces.

  Break into eight pieces, the inner demon can recover quickly, but the black flame burns too slowly. But the combination of the two is like putting a honeycomb on the briquettes to make them burn more fully.

  The efficiency of the black flame was suddenly magnified, and the inner demon was burned to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   "Let's go!" Mo Poor raised his unburnt thigh and continued to walk through the air.

   At this time, Wei Lan also burned one nearby.

   "Why do you still bring a piece?" Wei Lan asked.

   "This is ammunition..." Mo Poor laughed.

   Wei Lan was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized.

  On the road, they saw a small demon, Mo Poor cut off a large piece of burning meat, and shot it out like a bullet with one flick of his fingers.

  It seems that the thing that flew out was not meat at all, but a burning black flame.

  Its power is much stronger than bullets, and it is also more powerful than cannonballs.

  The black flame burns as soon as it is touched, and the demon is hit, which basically declares death, and it is only a matter of time before it is burned to ashes.

   There are adult-sized or larger demons who burn very slowly, at least a few minutes before they die.

  In order to prevent extraneous branches, let the burning demons spread fire everywhere. Mo Poor would shoot a few heavy shots to damage his body and speed up his death time.

   Small ones don’t need to be so troublesome, such as cats and dogs, children, or even billiard balls, they will burn to ashes within ten to tens of seconds.

  Basically, Mo Poor shoots out black flames with his flick of a finger, and after spreading the fire, he can ignore it.

  Those burning heart demons are all wandering around and have no target to kill for the time being. Mo Poor spread fire to them, and they were burned like mad dogs and chased after them.

  Mo Qiong wished that they would chase them, and after chasing them, they would be burned to death.

   "This black flame is so easy to use!" Wei Lan imitated the example, and also ignited a few close ones.

   This is replaced by bullets, it is impossible to kill the demon, even if it is a bazooka, as long as the demon is not dead, it will recover soon.

  The restorative ability can worry everyone to death, so much ammunition prepared in advance is not enough.

  But now, the black flame ignites the sky to overcome the recovery of the demon. It is an endless flame, which makes the demon unable to recover at all, and can only be burned alive to death.

   "How can you shoot so far? I can't even throw it." Wei Lan threw the black flame and missed it very badly.

   Wei Lan could only hit the inner demon within 50 meters. Liberty's inner demon is as fast as the members of the club, and she is too good at hiding. She can only hit seven out of ten shots within 30 meters.

  On the other hand, Mo Poor, with one flick and one shot, the black flame can hit the demon with precision across a distance of tens of meters, or even hundreds of meters, and the black flame has an arc in the air.

   "Prejudgment, can't you?" Mo Poor said.

   "I...I will...will..." She is also a Beta member, but Mo Qiong is so much better than her, which makes Wei Lan very embarrassed.

  The two fought and walked, kiting and spreading fire all the way. When they reached the safe house No. 1, they had already killed no less than two hundred demons.

  This protracted combat ability is much stronger than before.

   "I'm here, how are you doing?" Mo Poor couldn't help asking anxiously when he saw a large group of demons besieging a certain place from afar.

   In the communicator, Gou Ye shouted: "You don't know how to read it yourself!"

   Mo Poor pursed his lips, hearing that Lord Gou had such a temper, it seemed that the situation was very bad.

   "Weilan, let's go in!"

  The two stuck together, looking at each other head to tail, like a black drill bit, rushing from the outer circle all the way into the pile of demons.

  There are broken flowerpots flying in the air, sacks with unknown contents, unmanned buses, monsters with green faces and fangs, and monsters covered in tentacles.

   There is even a Pikachu with a broken expression, a big belly, a beard full of embarrassment, a cigarette with rotten teeth, and a very social Pikachu with a wine bottle.

  There are all kinds of strange things, all kinds of demons, or shuttling through the windows of houses, or soaring in the sky, or rampaging and pushing down walls and trees, or setting fire and lightning and blasting all the way.

   It's a wild dance of demons.

  As soon as Mo Qiong and Wei Lan came in, they knew how difficult it was to fight so many demons.

  One thousand people reach the sky and the earth, and ten thousand people are boundless.

  He once fought against thousands of troops, and he didn't finish killing them for nearly a night. In the end, he defeated the opponent's morale to end.

   There are thousands of demons without morale. Being in it, I just feel that the world is full of monsters, and it makes people's scalp tingle.

   It was relatively easy to wipe out two hundred heart demons scattered on the road, but it was not so easy when we got here.

   There are flying attacks everywhere, Mo Poor is a body of flesh and blood after all, and he dare not stay in one place even for a second under siege.

  Facing several, or even a dozen of them at the same time, Mo Poor is right. But here, head to foot, front to back, left to right, he may face the siege of hundreds of demons at the same time.

   Even if you dare to fight back, it is no different from courting death.

  Mo Poor had just rushed a hundred meters, when a tongue suddenly jumped out of the underground waterway, entangled his body, and was dragged into the ground by a huge force.

   "Mo Poor!" Wei Lan was shocked, stepping on the air and rushing down.

  There were a few puff puff puffs from the ground, and vigorous black flames erupted suddenly, and Mo Poor flew out with some burning flesh and blood hanging from his body.

   "I'm fine...be careful!" Mo Poor was swallowed by a huge toad just now, and Mo Poor was forced to fight back.

   This anti-kill dragged down the journey, and the demons chasing around suddenly approached a few meters away from him.

   A bird with a human face behind Wei Lan was about to scratch the back of her head.

  Mo Poor shook his hand and threw out a piece of black flame that he was holding. The human-faced bird was slightly sluggish, and burned into a flaming bird.

   Wei Lan turned around and shot a foot-long steel needle, shook the thread, and the strange bird was thrown aside, hitting two demons again.

  The more they fought here, the more demons they surrounded, and some of them had long-range attacks.

  A human-shaped demon with impetigo sarcoma all over his body, densely packed, covering his whole body.

  A long distance away, pustules burst out on his body, and the jet of pulp flew over more than ten meters and landed on Mo Poor.

  This thick slurry is not a good thing at first glance, it seems to contain countless germ toxins. However, as soon as these germ toxins landed on Mo Poor, before they had time to take root and germinate, they were pervasively eroded, and they were burned away by the black flame.

  Wearing black inflammation is like wearing a super anti-bacterial suit. It is impossible for any virus and mold to get on it. Unless it can withstand the burning of black inflammation, it will evaporate directly.

  The same is true for some demons that can explode. When Mo Poong slashed with his giant sword, his face was covered with disgusting body tissue, and he burned away in the blink of an eye.

  The two of them fought here with blood and flesh flying everywhere, without a single trace of filth on their bodies.

   "We must join the main force as soon as possible, we need more black flamers." Mo Qiong said anxiously.

   Wei Lan said anxiously: "But we can't kill it! There are too many demons! Be careful below!"

  The two of them were tired of coping without saying a few words.

  There are enemies all over the upper and lower sides, some in close combat, some in long-distance attack, and after a while, both of them will die.

  Mo Poor was stronger, and was injured even more when he was protecting Wei Lan. A social Pikachu jumped on him and directly bit off a piece of meat from Mo Poor's hand.

   "Damn! A Pikachu actually bit it! You zombie!" Mo Poor reacted and blocked it with his hand in time, and finally missed the bite.

  Mo Poor kicked the burning Pikachu away, snorted with his hands, and instantly turned into black flames.

  He simply said: "Alright! Cover me!"

   After speaking, he raised his hand, squeezed the wound on his arm and squeezed hard.

   "What are you doing?" Wei Lan asked in surprise.

  I saw Mo Poor's natural blood spurt wildly, and the black flames shot out like a torrent.

   With a huff, the black flames burned violently, covering a radius of more than ten meters in an instant! All of a sudden, a large circle of demons around him was ignited.

   "Why do you have so much blood?!" Wei Lan couldn't help being surprised when he saw Mo Poor's arm spit fire crazily as if he didn't want money, and suddenly formed waves of fire spreading around him.

  Mo Poor said: "You forgot! My blood is liquefied natural gas, which expands six hundred times in volume under normal pressure!"

   Wei Lan was dumbfounded, is this okay?

  Black Flame reproduced the characteristic of "targeting life", and has its own set of judgments for burning objects. Although this is liquefied natural gas, it is Mo Poong's blood in terms of characteristics.

  So in order to burn Mo Poor, even if the blood is 'diluted', it will be burned.

  Put it on Mo Poor's body, that is, the blood volume expanded hundreds of times, and it was also burning.

   Mo Poor had discovered this before, but at that time the bloodletting was to cool himself down, so he used a mighty outfit to suppress the natural gas on his body.

  Now, if the air wall is used to guide the push, it will suddenly become an explosive, radially sputtering black flame air wave.

  The gaseous blood carried black flames, and suddenly became Mo Poor's sharp weapon, spreading wildly around him, and the flames filled the air.

  Mo Poor guided the location secretly, and accurately ignited hundreds of demons nearby!

  Wei Lan defended Mo Poor with all his strength, and after holding on for a while, Mo Poor stopped the blood and slashed wildly with his sword.

  He is now in the sea of ​​black flames, and the demons come and burn one by one. Although he can't be burned for a while, he only needs to dance the sword so that the water can't flow through and protect himself.

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  (end of this chapter)