Chapter 467: Block
Pritt, Tivian.
At night, in an enemy warehouse on the outskirts of the southern city of Tivian, dust from the explosion was spreading in the air. People in it were unable to see the objects around them for a moment. No matter what they looked at, they could only see a vague shadow.
At this moment, Atif was trapped in this foggy dust cloud. At this moment, his eyes swept through the blurry shadows in the dust cloud, and his eyes were full of vigilance. He also remembered the last words of the "Real Hadi" before his death. He was also on guard against another replacement among his current men. He knew that now was the best time to launch a sneak attack.
"Come on... you despicable face-changer, let me see who you are pretending to be..."
Atif thought so in his heart while staring at the three blurry shadows in the mist. At this moment, he had already kept a close eye on his three men. As long as any of them made the slightest movement, he would react immediately. It would not be so easy for Atif to succeed in a sneak attack.
In the dust, Atif waited slowly and was on guard. Just as the dust began to dissipate, one of the three shadows he was staring at suddenly moved and pounced in his direction.
"Here we go!"
Seeing this scene, Atif's heart sank, and then he threw a piece of bone that he had prepared earlier. Then countless semi-transparent ghosts emerged from the bone, rushed towards the shadow attacking him in the dust, and attached themselves to his body.
With the help of more than ten ghosts, the shadow that attacked Atif was instantly fixed in place. Atif took this opportunity to rush forward, grabbed the hand of the attacker who was fixed, and then used the power of the Beyonder soul that he relied on.
All of a sudden, a layer of frost emerged from where Atif was holding the hand, and then quickly spread to his entire body. After a while, the attacker's entire body was covered in frost, and he was completely unable to move.
After subduing the attacker, Atif breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally dealt with the remaining substitute. But just as he was about to observe the appearance of the person he subdued from a close distance, something he didn't expect happened again.
On both sides of Atef, the remaining two figures suddenly stood up at the same time and attacked Atef from both sides. Atef, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was obviously unprepared for this sudden attack. He never expected that after he had subdued the remaining substitutes, his men would still attack him!
Could it be that all four of his men have been replaced!?
In shock, Atif tried hard to dodge the attack, but he was still hit due to insufficient defense. One of the figures chopped his left shoulder with a scimitar, and the other figure grabbed his abdomen with a sharp claw. If Atif had not reacted quickly enough, the two hits would have hit his vitals directly.
Although Atif relied on the soul of an elementalist, he did not have the powerful "stone" defense of the elementalist. This was because the abilities he used from the soul were incomplete. He could only actively use a certain ability of the Beyonder he relied on at one time. It did not mean that if he relied on the soul of a Beyonder, he would have all the abilities of that Beyonder.
Although Atif relied on the "ice" element to wield his soul, he could only use ice power and could not form stone armor on his skin, so he could not withstand the two sneak attacks. Fortunately, he was born with "silence" and "cup" as his auxiliary spirituality, and he had a strong vitality. These two sneak attacks were not enough to take his life.
After being hit hard twice, Atif coughed up a mouthful of blood. Then he controlled the dozens of ghosts attached to the frosty people and asked them to change their targets and attach themselves to the two figures that attacked him. Suddenly, the two figures hesitated for a while, and Atif took this opportunity to see their faces clearly.
Those were the faces of his subordinates who had been with him for many years and had experienced all kinds of dangers together. At this moment, their eyes revealed an anger that Atif had never seen before, an extremely abnormal and twisted anger.
Seeing the twisted anger of his men, Atif would have been suspicious at ordinary times, but it was different this time. After seeing that those who attacked him were really his men, the anger in his heart could not help but burn fiercely. The desire to kill the enemy and the desire to protect himself grew wildly in his heart.
This desire actually spread in his heart from the beginning, but was suppressed by his calm mentality. However, especially after he was injured, Atif's mind was in chaos. His heart was shaken and his calmness was no longer there, and what guided his body was pure desire.
"Die! Replacement!"
With a loud roar, Atif stretched out his hand and grabbed the claw that was inserted into his abdomen. Then, the frost began to form on the arm that was attacking him, and soon it was about to completely cover the entire arm, while also freezing his wound to stop the bleeding.
Continuing to roar, Atif directly used the power of the second-level "Cup" to tear off the frozen arm. The treasure robber whose arm was torn off wailed in pain, covering his wound and fell to the side. Atif raised the torn frozen arm high up and smashed it at another treasure robber with a scimitar next to him like a hammer. When the ice hand hammer shattered, the scimitar treasure robber also screamed with a bloody head.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Atif grabbed the scimitar treasure thief's neck and broke it with a burst of blood. When the scimitar treasure thief fell to the ground, he snatched the scimitar from the other party's hand, turned around and swung it, chopping off the head of another one-armed treasure thief who was standing up next to him.
Finally, as blood spurted out, Atif killed three of his men with his own hands, and he himself also suffered two serious wounds, but fortunately, these "injuries" were still durable for a second-level "Cup" of vitality.
“Hu…Hu…Hu…What am I doing…”
Atif, holding a bloody scimitar and with red and wide-open eyes, stood among the broken corpses, with a look of extreme confusion, as if he couldn't believe what he had done. At this moment, a series of loud noises interrupted his confusion.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Loud and fierce gunshots echoed throughout the warehouse. Several bullets were fired at Atef in succession. Atef sensed the danger immediately after being hit by the first bullet in the back. He then gritted his teeth and struggled to dodge. After being hit by the second bullet in the side, he finally avoided the remaining bullets completely.
Atif was shot twice and clenched his teeth. He used his ability to freeze the wound and stop the bleeding. Then he raised his head and looked in the direction where the gunshots came from. Then he saw a familiar figure at the door of the warehouse. The "Real Hardy" who was supposed to be dead was standing at the door, looking at him with indifference. In his hand, he was holding a revolver that had been fired into the air and pointing it at him. Smoke was still coming out of the muzzle of the revolver.
"It's you!!"
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