"Don't kill me...Don't kill me!"

Griffin struggled, the murderous intent in the murderer's eyes was a horror he had never seen before.

"Aristocrats, it turns out they're also afraid."

Killing a nobleman will increase his status in this circle a lot in the future. After all, this resume is not something that anyone can have.

Enough for him to brag for the rest of his life!

He clenched the hilt of the knife and his blood surged, as if he was about to complete the milestone in his life.

The knife was about to come and stopped.

It was not that he was afraid, but that his wrist was hit violently in an instant, causing his whole hand to be crooked, his fingers loosened in the vibration, the short knife suddenly fell off, and was caught by an invisible force in the air.

The blade rushes forward in the opposite direction and the blade enters the abdomen!

This is Donald's new use of invisible slaves after thinking about it.

The invisible slave formed by simple spell casting is just a ball of energy, which requires a portion of the mental power, and the amount is very small. In terms of Donald's mental power that is close to 3 now, it is only about 0.5.

The key point is that the next command Donald will consume a certain amount of mental power according to the complexity of the command.

The invisible slave ordered a glass of water to write a word. The gap between them was about 0.2 in mental power consumption, which shows that.

Not to mention forming some special shape, such as long swords, maces, etc., the power is hard to say, after all, it has not been tested.

But Donald can't stand the consumption at the moment.

Therefore, Donald chose to let the energy group use external forces, such as this enemy's short sword, control the energy to wrap the hilt and send it forward. This is not difficult.

Blood flowed out along the blade and was still stinging inside.

Donald doesn't look at this picture. On the one hand, he is not very used to watching others die in front of him. On the other hand, he is very busy now.

The tough shield blocked the sword. In the eyes of the evildoers on the opposite side, they only saw their weapons slashing in the air, and there was no clanging sound, as if they were hitting the water with weapons. They only saw the ripples spreading, but there was no trace of damage from the person behind them.

"That guy, he is..."

These people followed the people who were fighting Sherlock every day, more or less aware of the situation in this regard.

Those who can do things that ordinary people cannot do are strange disciples!

Bang! Bang!

After firing two shots in a row, blood splashed all over the shield. Donald's face was not good-looking, even though he had made mental preparations in advance.

When he saw the flesh and blood on these people's faces and red and white brains, it was fake to say that he had no feelings.

It just forced the discomfort in my heart.

The clock meditation has also made great progress in his emotional control.

"Monster...monster! Go and die!"

The only minion was holding the gun in both hands, his face turned red. I don’t know if it was nervous or panic, so I pulled the trigger repeatedly, and the bullets shot up, and the white smoke rushed up with the smell of gunpowder.

Dong, Dong, Dong...

Like a small stone falling into the water, like the sword before, the bullet was blocked by a tough shield. Donald maintained the shield with one hand, and his mental power consumption was close to 1.5, and it was about to exceed half.

Just over half!

From the beginning of practicing the clock meditation to the present, Donald has finally experienced this kind of emotion that all aliens will feel.

Named as a sense of superiority!

These enemies.

These ordinary enemies.

These... ordinary people.

Too weak!

The invisible slave wrapped in a short knife and slashed through the other party's ankle. Blood was spread on the ground. The other party seemed to have not noticed it and was still firing.

"it's useless."

The pistol in his right hand hangs beside him. Donald watched the other party pull the trigger again and again until he knocked out the remaining bullets in the magazine. He hurriedly picked up the weapons on the ground and rushed over with a steel stick.

The tough shield was lifted, and the left hand turned slightly, and the short knife pierced his back heart, and the tip of the knife was revealed to his chest.

The manipulation of invisible slaves is becoming more and more sophisticated.

This is the first real battle in Donald.

Show all your methods, 1 enemy 5, spend more than half of your mental power, and the result is to kill them all.

Of course, there are reasons why he first took the lead and killed one, used an invisible slave to kill one, and the remaining people had only one gun.

But winning is winning!

Donald began to take a deep breath, and he seemed to have some emotion in his heart that he wanted to burst out. He suddenly wanted to tell everyone loudly about his strength.

This is expanding.

However, when he saw the corpse lying in front of him, blood flowing everywhere, and faces full of fear, Donald suddenly felt at a loss. These people were killed by himself, and he became the murderer.

Still 5 lives...

"Donald, don't stand stupidly. If you don't come to help, I'll show you."

Sherlock's shouting behind him brought Donald back to reality. Now is not the time to expand or think about himself.

When I turned around, I realized that Sherlock was already in a mess. His clothes were loose and drooping, there were two scratches on his chest, and blood was constantly falling down his right arm, which penetrated the wound.

On the other hand, the strange disciple on the other side had no change from before, but his face turned a little pale and his breath was unstable. He kept his pace and adjusted his breath as he walked straight.

"This guy is not simple. Not only does the mobile air wall formed by his talent restrain my guns, but his close combat ability is also extremely strong. You have to be careful... You have all killed these people? Donald, you are indeed not an ordinary person!"

Sherlock covered his chest, and had been concentrating on dealing with the leader before, and he caught sight of Donald's seemingly ending the battle before moving closer to him, and now he noticed the corpses lying all over the ground around him.

"I, this...I can explain."

My heart skipped a beat. The situation was critical just now and I had to use the spell. Because I was in a state of excitement, I didn't think so much in my mind and didn't cover it up at all.

Now it seems that the identity has been exposed after all.

"What is it that you are not an ordinary person? If you are an ordinary person, who will deal with this guy in front of you? We both have to die here. It's great that you are a strange disciple."

At this time, there is no saying that there is identity. Sherlock wishes Donald was a powerful alien. The two of them experienced a lot together. Sherlock knew whether Donald was an evil person.

He believed in his judgment.

"Okay, I can actually meet a strange disciple. It depends on your method of killing my subordinates... There is no decent attack method, relying on gunfire? Not qualified!"

The leader holding the knife immediately felt relieved when he saw that most of his subordinates were shot and killed.

With his feet spread out, he looked at Donald and the others, and lifted the short knife in his hand up.

Take a deep breath, your feet open, like a cannon stand.
Chapter completed!