Ding ding ding ding——

In the passage, the sound of bullets hitting iron was endless. Ash turned sideways to meet the enemy, trying to reduce the exposure of his body. He danced with his sword like a shield and protected himself in the storm of bullets!

After the previous trials, Ash had more or less some confidence, but when the trial started on the second day, he was hit hard -

Phantom Annan!

A mobile magician who majors in gunmanship!

Theoretically, without the assistance of magic power and magic spirits, he would have no ability to counterattack, otherwise the Gunslinger would not have the reputation of "the strongest offensive magic under the Sanctuary". Even the Three-Winged Magician has to rely on the Sanctuary to completely end the Gunslinger's version advantage.

But for some reason, although he could not use the power of a magician in the underground trial, his senses seemed to be strengthened. Wind, smell, sight, hostility, sound... all factors were arranged and combined in his mind in a mysterious way, forming a sharper intuition.

If I must say, it is more like "conceptual secret poison". The side effect of this secret poison is that people can occasionally glimpse the truth of the world. Ordinary people can only see the reflection of light, but those poisoned by concepts can see traces of miracles, such as the spider web of gospel covering the sky and the sun.

But the strange thing is that after so many days in Senluo, Ash has not seen any great miracle with the entire country as its stage. Although he can occasionally see brilliant colors, they are just the curtains of various sects arming the city.

And Ash now feels as if he has been poisoned by a permanent conceptual secret poison. The world is no longer a monotonous light, vibration, smell, and flow, but has a more secretive, more wonderful, and more elusive feeling...

Snap!

The bullets grazed the blade, skipped over his forehead, and took away a piece of flesh. Ash looked at the phantom purple moth fifty steps away, and saw that the latter had fully spread its virtual wings, and the purple light of the virtual wings condensed, turning into four miraculous guns, and combined with the two submachine guns in her hands, formed a desperate barrage defense line in this narrow passage!

Miracle·Glory of the Dolan Family!

This is the real name, because this is Annan's exclusive miracle. This miracle is based on the gunmanship faction, and combines alchemy, illusion, fire magic and other magic. And the reason why she can use virtual wings is because of her silver blessing "burning wings", which allows her to integrate magic spirits into virtual wings, thereby transforming virtual wings!

From this, we can see that Miss An Nan is actually a very outrageous protagonist of a youth story. Not to mention her background, her own talents and opportunities are also at the level of a girl of destiny. Even if Ash and others did not mess things up, she could squeeze out a place in the future list.

When she was a teammate, even though she wasn't a formal boss, the work environment was still quite comfortable.

But when she becomes the enemy, everything is different.

The Phantom Purple Moth's double guns were already very annoying to begin with, and now with full firepower, Ash had no doubt that he would be smashed to pieces like an apple pie in the hail of bullets!

Just as the Phantom Purple Moth was performing a miracle and preparing the turret, the spectator suddenly jumped left and right on the wall, quickly approaching the gunner's restricted area from above!

Without a doubt, the muzzle of the Phantom Purple Moth's gun was immediately raised, blocking all his escape routes!

Dadadadada——

The deafening roar of gunfire echoed in the passage and accumulated into a heart-wrenching roar of hell. The test on the eardrums alone was enough to make the magician dizzy. However, facing the flood-level barrage, the spectator pushed hard against the wall, his figure sometimes fast and sometimes slow, jumping back and forth in the air, like a butterfly in a storm, frequently brushing against bullets!

At this time, the Phantom Purple Moth suddenly shifted its gun and aimed at Ash.

In the brief moments when the spectator distracted his attention, Ash immediately hid in the shadows and quickly approached the enemy. His "Observer's Appearance" and "Listener's Sorrow" seemed to still be able to work. Although they were useless in a one-on-one fight, with the help of others, he would become an ignored bystander!

Da da da!

Within seven steps, the gunfire was accurate and fast, and Ash only had time to deflect half of the bullets. He waved his arms to block the other half, but how could flesh and blood stop steel?

But Ash did not think of using his flesh and blood to block the bullets. When the bullet penetrated his body and circulated at high speed, causing a cavity effect and resulting in a spike-shaped explosion, his limbs also burst into blood mist, which splashed towards the eyes of the Phantom Purple Moth after waving his arms!

But this was meaningless. The terrifying kinetic energy of the bullet was enough to stop Ash's charge. He only had time to throw out the dagger. However, the phantom purple moth slightly turned sideways and easily avoided Ash's desperate move.

But Ash is not alone.

Suddenly, a spinning top-like figure rushed out from the sky, easily passing through the chaotic barrage caused by the loss of vision. The spectator landed and cut off the double gun barrels of the Phantom Purple Moth, then thrust out the long sword and cut the beauty's throat.

The phantom purple moth fell to the ground with a thud, her eyes faded, and blood flowed like a river. Two balls of blazing flames flew out of her body and landed on Ash and the viewer.

With a tremor of his body, all the bullets on Ash's body flew out, his wounds healed, his physical strength recovered, and even the cavities in the wounds caused by the bullets disappeared.

He sat up and looked at his wound, a puzzled look on his face.

"Are you so confident that you can recover from your injuries as a reward in the trial that you dare to face death head-on?" The spectator wiped the blood off the sword with his elbow and asked calmly.

"Yeah," Ash nodded. "After all, there was such a reward in the first trial yesterday, so there's no reason why there wouldn't be one in the second. And in the situation just now, since you created a gap, I had to cooperate with you in the charge."

"What if there is no reward, or the reward is not enough to treat you, or you are killed directly, what will you do?"

Ash was stunned and shook his head: "The situation is urgent, how can I have time to think about these things?"

The spectator said nothing more and sheathed his sword.

Ash walked past the body of Phantom Purple Moth, glanced at the wound on her throat, and said, "Thank you."

The viewer ignored him and ran down the passage, with Ash following closely behind.

From last night's experience, it can be seen that as long as they have not reached the next hall, the trial will continue, which means that the longer they stay in the passage, the more battles they will have to fight, so speeding up the walking speed can reduce the number of battles.

However, unless you are a weak magician, it is difficult to make a difference in physical strength. The person who arranged the trial must have thought about this factor, so running slowly will definitely be a disadvantage, but running fast may not necessarily have much benefit. You may even overturn the car during the trial because of excessive physical consumption.

"Do you feel it?" Ash suddenly said, "Today's 'reward' seems to be more generous than yesterday's."

"The reward for the first level is just to heal our injuries, but the reward for the second level seems to be able to improve our physical fitness. Although it's not much, because there is no interference from magic power and magic spirits, I do feel that my senses are more acute."

"Actually, I was a little strange in the battle just now. Although my swordsmanship has reached the gold level, it is not enough to cut the flying bullet. However, in the trial, not only have my various senses been strengthened, but I can also vaguely feel the traces of something above reality, so I can put the blade in its path before the bullet leaves the muzzle."

"My intuition yesterday wasn't that sharp. Now that I think about it, it must be that yesterday's 'reward' has taken root and sprouted in my body. So to what extent will today's 'reward' stimulate this seed?"

Ash talked for a while, but got no response, so he looked at the viewer in surprise.

He thought for a moment and said, "Are you unhappy because a girl likes me?"

The viewer glanced at him indifferently, and Ash patted the viewer's shoulder and comforted him: "You look exactly like me, there will definitely be someone who likes you! Even Harvey can be kissed by a little girl, are you not as good as Harvey?"

"Tell me, what is the purpose of this trial? It seals our magic power, but makes us stronger through the trial..."

The viewer finally spoke up: "You've obviously already made a judgment, why are you still looking for answers from me?"

"Because I need you to confirm my judgment!" Ash clenched his fist and said, "And if you think the same as I do, doesn't that mean I'm right?"

"Do you need other people's affirmation so much?"

"Not everyone needs it." Ash said, "But you are my brother."

At this moment, even the viewers who were able to navigate the storm of barrages with ease, cross the Angel Cemetery, and even face the Great Lord without fear, suddenly felt a string in their hearts break.

Ash was still chattering over there: "...Look, you were born yesterday, you are younger than me, and your ability is weaker than mine, so it's obvious that you are the younger brother and I am the older brother. But it's not popular to address each other by generation in our family, I just call my eldest brother by his name, so you don't have to call me 'Brother Ash', after all, it's kind of embarrassing for a grown man like you to call me that..."

Viewer: “…Hmm.”

"But the point is not my brother." Ash said, "It's because you care about my safety. I naturally hope that my decision will be approved by you."

"Although I can't guarantee that I won't fight desperately again next time, I will cherish my life more," Ash looked at his twin, "and trust your abilities more."

Such a familiar sentence, the viewer thought, he seemed to have said similar words to someone before. Who was it?

However, the key point is not who the person is talking to, but how much truth and falsehood are hidden in it.

"But there is one thing that really puzzles me." Ash said, "The treatment we get as a reward from the trial is not like the reconstruction treatment in 'hydrotherapy'. It's more like something I've heard of but can't remember-"

The spectator said: "The bullets were poured out, the flesh and blood were restored, and the tissues were as they were before the injury. It was as if everything had returned to the time before the injury."

"This is the effect of the time-reversal series of magic spirits. This is a treatment method that reverses time."