CH 163

Rode immediately retreated and continued to shoot at the mist spirit at a rate of five shots per second.

The spirit gun, with a capacity of only seven bullets, kept firing without stopping for even half a second.

The mist spirit was enraged, and its spiritual energy boiled, causing a burst of light to erupt from its mist-like body. It turned around and charged towards Rode, with long shadows trailing behind its white mist.

If one looked closely, its path was arched, much like a jumping athlete.

This was its weakness.

Every time it jumped, its mist-like soul would briefly reveal a human form.

This was its true form.

Rode aimed each bullet at the ankles of this human form. The impact of the sealing bullets would affect its spiritual energy flow and slow down its speed.

As long as he couldn't catch up, Rode could keep shooting it until it died.

Based on the disturbance caused by the bullets, Rode estimated that it would take about eight hundred sealing bullets to eliminate this mist spirit.

Evil spirits like this monster had weak defense capabilities.

Of course, the cost of sealing bullets was close to forty silver coins, and Rode couldn't afford to spend so much money. In reality, he only needed about a hundred bullets to shoot through its soul hollow.

Next, he would use his explosiveness from his rigorous training to sprint up and kill it in one strike.

This was Rode's well-written script.

If he were bolder, he could lure the mist spirit to attack and strike its weak point under the ribs, killing it even faster.

But that was too dangerous and unnecessary.

His combat skills were not yet at the level where he could engage in close combat with monsters of the ferocious level.

The "Elite Class" missions were definitely not easy, but with so many opportunities, was it difficult to kill a few monsters?

At that time, would the soul still be a problem?

This was Rode's entire plan.

That's why he wanted Mephisto to watch and not interfere with his grand plan.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as Rode had hoped.

Even though he was obstructed, the mist spirit's speed exceeded his own.

Rode exerted all his strength to run, but the mist spirit was getting closer and closer.

And he had only fired fifty bullets, needing another fifty to expose its weakness.

Just give me ten more seconds.

But it was too late. The mist from the mist spirit had already touched him, and his humanity began to decline.

Damn it!

Rode could only blow the whistle, his only summoning item.

The phantom of the headmaster descended from the sky and saw the mist spirit below with a frown before disappearing again.

Really?

Rode almost stumbled. Was there such a thing as fleeing from battle?

Damn it, I have to settle the score with the headmaster when I go back. Your summoning item is too unreliable.

Rode could only take the risk and execute the second plan.

He immediately turned around and plunged into the mist of the mist spirit.

His humanity began to rapidly decline, but Rode had so much humanity now that he couldn't possibly use it all up.

The poison lost its effect, and the mist spirit solidified into a human form. It was a thin and long ghostly figure with long claws, moving extremely swiftly that Rode couldn't see clearly.

He could only rely on his instincts to slide and roll, while shooting five bullets into its ribs.

Bang.

A muffled sound seemed to come from the void, and Rode felt a surge of joy, knowing that it was the trembling sound of the soul.

He won!

Indeed, everything relied on oneself.

But when Rode looked up, he saw the mist rushing towards him and the mist spirit raising its claw high, charging towards him.

A deadly danger was approaching.

Damn it!

What happened to your weakness? Why didn't you pause or stiffen?

Rode urgently shouted, "Help me, Mephisto!"

At the same time, he prepared himself for a desperate fight, knowing that he couldn't rely on someone he didn't understand.

But the next moment, the mist spirit suddenly froze, and a chilling aura emanated from its true form. Its mist-like body was frozen in mid-air, and even the flashes in the mist were frozen.

An opportunity!

Rode immediately jumped up and shot at its ribs with sealing bullets, one after another, quickly creating a large hole.

Then, Rode understood why it had recovered so quickly from its paused state earlier.

The moment the weakness appeared, the surrounding mist quickly rushed towards the mist spirit's true form, replenishing the hole.It took almost only one-tenth of a second for its flaw to recover.

So that's how it is.

Rode gritted his teeth, the script had been completely destroyed, lying was meaningless. The royal city had means to verify the residual spiritual energy ripples and battle traces.

It's still incomplete intelligence, not enough experience. I must thoroughly understand all the details of the monster and then formulate a plan.

Sigh, let's quickly complete the mission, I still have to rush to the next one.

However, one-tenth of a second is not enough to use "Soul Strike".

Rode didn't want to use the [Spiritual Energy Quintet], he could only use his other trump card -

Before the battle began, his other hand was holding a bag of thunderstones, constantly charging them except for the half-second it took to load bullets onto the spirit gun.

Now, the bag of thunderstones was fully charged.

Rode threw the entire bag of thunderstones and shot it, shattering the bag.

The unrestrained thunderstones exploded directly at the weak point under the mist spirit's ribs.

Boom!

Thunder flashed, and green snakes danced. The huge explosion caused by the twenty thunderstones blasted a large pit in the mountain.

The mist spirit was torn into pieces, melting in the surging black mist.

A black gas entered Rode's body.

[Soul of the Mist Spirit]

Not bad.

Rode breathed out.

Ten thousand silver coins, a relatively strong soul, the reward is good.

Moreover, the entire battle was basically relying on himself, without relying on teammates or using summons.

Mephisto had a little insignificant use, but even without her, Rode believed that he could dodge in a critical moment.

"But... her control time is really long. This girl's abilities are unexpectedly strong. In the future, I can team up with her more often to complement each other."

Thinking of this, Rode turned around and walked towards her, extending his hand with a smile.

"Well done, Mephisto."

Mephisto still had that cold appearance, hiding her face in the shadows, standing at the edge of the battlefield, not attracting much attention.

There was no change in her shallow silver eyes, and she ignored Rode's hand.

Just as Rode was about to say something else, suddenly the ground shook under his feet. He heard a series of loud rumbling noises, and the large pit not far away collapsed into a huge hole.

"Uh... is this mountain so unstable?"

Mephisto said softly, "Something is not right."

Rode also felt it. That pitch-black hole made him think of something bad.

"Should we retreat first..."

Before he finished speaking, a large mass of black things crawled out of the hole.

Countless tentacles entangled together like intestines, the black blood and eggs flowing in numerous pustules, and the soul body blocked by the mist of spiritual energy. All of this indicated that it was the Abyssal Demon that Rode encountered last time, the "Demon" mentioned by the Iron Wolf.

Damn it! Why is it this thing again?

What should I do? I don't have any summons this time, and the Iron Wolf trio is not here.

I can only find a way to escape.

For some reason, Rode felt very bad. The Demon seemed to have locked onto him again and was slowly extending more tentacles in his direction.

Seriously? Are you guys so grumpy in the morning?

At this moment, Mephisto took a step forward.

Rode immediately grabbed her hand.

"Don't go, that's the Abyssal Demon, very difficult to deal with. Its blood and eggs have strong corrosive effects, and its tentacles have strong regenerative abilities. The only nemesis is the plague. Its hatred should be directed at me. I will lure it away later, take the opportunity to escape and find someone to save me."

No Anti-Theft

Mephisto slightly turned her head, the corner of her silver eyes glanced at him.

For some reason, Rode felt that her gaze was somewhat complicated.

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She asked softly, "Then what about you?"

Rode smiled, "Naturally, I have a special means of escape. I can hold on for a long time. If it weren't for the coincidence that the Medicine Granny wasn't here before we set off, and some key items weren't made, I would have killed this thing in an instant..."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to Rode's mind, and he urgently asked, "How long can your ice control it?"

Mephisto remained silent for a few seconds and answered, "Not very long."

"Can you hold it for thirty seconds?"

"I can try."

Rode gritted his teeth, "Good! Stand further away. If you can't hold on, just escape without looking back!" At the same time, he blew the whistle, and the illusion of the Dean descended from the sky once again.

Fortunately, this time he only frowned when he saw the Abyssal Demon, and didn't immediately disappear.

Rode ordered, "If it loses control, try to restrain it and don't let it get close to me."

The illusion nodded slightly, rose into the air, and flew towards the Demon.

Mephisto raised her hand, a pale blue cold light circulated around her, and a strong chill emanated from her.

The black fog had unknowingly retreated from this area, leaving only pure darkness behind.

Frost spread beneath her feet, tiny icicles fell from the air, a cold world was forming around her.

In the direction of her finger, the enormous otherworldly demon also halted its movements. A pale white chill enveloped its body, making it appear as if it had been frozen stiff.

"Good!"

Rode raised his hand, pointing at the monster.

Powerful psychic energy began to vibrate in the air. His mind had already entered the third star, the complex star map unfolded before his eyes. The shining star lines were like strings of a harp, and also like keys, allowing Rode to once again play the passionate notes.

This time it was "Requiem of Dreams", "Victory", "Wrath of God", "Silver Sword Demon Hunt", "Starry Sky".

The powerful melody once again resounded in his ears, endless psychic energy gathered in his hand.

And the demon of the abyss was still frozen in the air, until the "Psychic Quintet" was fully completed.

Mephisto's control was truly too strong.

As the last note fell, Rode pushed out the psychic energy that had reached its peak with all his might.

"Perhaps, we are a match made in heaven!"

Boom!

A massive surge of psychic energy erupted, striking the otherworldly demon squarely.