Chapter 188: Helpless Khalsa

There are helpers? !

But why can't I detect other heartbeats within the range of my heart? !

The cup man Karsa suddenly had this thought. He instinctively turned his head to look in the direction where the arrow came from. Through the gaps between the sparse dead trees, he saw a gray-black figure standing on the hillside in the distance.

But the heart and cup did not give him visual enhancement. In such a gloomy winter, he could only vaguely see a tall and mighty outline. The attacker's shoulders were as wide as a double-door wardrobe, and his legs were as long as pillars... He must be a very strong and charming man.

However, this was not the time to indulge in the cup's fantasy. Karsa took advantage of the fact that the deformed person had not yet broken free from the desire of thirst and hunger, and immediately rolled sideways and reached out to pick up the revolver on the ground.

However, at this time, another arrow was thrown from a distance as if it had predicted something. Before he could reach out to touch the handle of the gun, it had already accurately hit the short gun on the ground. The dangerous arrow with a hook just happened to be inserted into the trigger position, firmly nailing this modern weapon that can cause obvious unnatural noise to the ground.

Kalsa couldn't help showing a trace of fear on his face. There was a crazy deformed person in front of him ready to move, and a burly sharpshooter on the side waiting for an opportunity to move. He seemed to be able to see that his life journey was gradually moving towards the final end.

No! I can't fight with these two guys anymore. I have to find a way to retreat immediately! ! !

Frontal combat is not my strong point. The heart phase and the cup phase give me enough physical strength to fight ten women at night. I should use my endurance advantage to deal with them, or escape directly.

Kalsa endured the pain and broke the arrow in his palm while looking at the coastline not far away. There happened to be his perfect escape route!

The cold and gloomy sea water can not only blur the archer's vision and distort the power of the arrow, but also make the spirit and body closer to the essence of sex.

But even the deformed still have not escaped the scope of the mortal body, and cannot get rid of the influence of natural rules. They still need to abide by a series of physiological instincts such as hunger, cold and heat. They will inevitably consume extra energy and oxygen due to the cold erosion of the ocean. And endurance is my advantage. Even before joining the cult and appreciating the secret power, the ladies in the Moulin Rouge would be frightened and beg for mercy after seeing me.

Karsa made up his mind. He immediately abandoned the pistol on the ground and turned around and ran to the coastline hundreds of yards away before the deformed fully woke up.

He did not deliberately run in a straight line, but moved around in the woods like a slippery loach, intending to use these dry trees as temporary shelters to block the sight of the archers in the distance and resist the arrows of the enemy.

Kalsa silently recited the words of walking, awakening the vitality in his body, invigorating the endurance of his muscles, and ran dozens of yards at the extreme speed of a 100-meter sprint without any fatigue. At the same time, he also released the magic power of the heart and the cup, all of which attacked the crazy deformed monster, in order to further delay time and prevent the other party from breaking free from the influence of thirst and hunger.

His series of operations were as smooth as flowing water, and even he himself couldn't help but feel complacent in his heart - indeed, in the face of the fear of death, humans can often squeeze out all the potential in their bodies. Even I admire my decisiveness, wit and speed at this time!

He was circling around the dry woods, almost always hiding behind the tree trunks. Although this dead forest near the sea was a bit sparse, the tree trunks were still thick and could barely cover my body. I only needed to run with big strides and stop behind the trees every time to avoid an open shooting line without cover between me and the archer. I thought I could definitely prevent the opponent's attack!

However, there was still a wide area of ​​100 to 200 yards between this forest and the coastline. There were no obstacles that could serve as cover. That was the place most vulnerable to arrows. Kalsa believed that the archer who had never caught up must be waiting for him to enter that place.

Kalsa's inner words had not yet finished. He had just leaned out from behind another dead tree when an arrow whizzed towards him. Even when he felt the sound of breaking wind, he tried to lean back and retract his body into the tree trunk to avoid the archer's accurate shooting of his head and heart.

As a esoteric who cultivates both the mind and the cup, his vitality is far superior to that of ordinary people. As long as these two major organs are not damaged, injuries such as piercing the palm will not interfere with his movements except for the faint pain.

However, although his important organs can be hidden behind the shelter to avoid being hit by arrows, his feet, which must use the ground to force the upper body to lean back, still remain behind the shelter... and the damn archer actually aimed at his calf! ! !

The sharp hooked arrow pierced into his calf with a "pop", deeply penetrated into the tibia, and was firmly stuck in the flesh.

Just as he curled up behind the dead tree shelter and tried to break the wooden shaft of the insidious arrow, he felt a tearing pain in his calf, but suddenly felt a buzzing sound in his head and dizziness, as if some flies and mosquitoes were flying in his skull and singing a lullaby.

He suddenly felt a little dazed. It was obvious that this hateful archer was a secret believer of the moth phase. The arrows were attached with the magic power of the moth, so that the strange and chaotic influence reached his mind through the arrows. However, such a tiny amount of moth phase magic power could only have a very weak negative impact on his mind.

Kalsa felt that he was still sober and rational at this moment. He knew that his first task was to gather all the magic power of the heart and cup phases to the calf injury, forcibly revitalize the muscles, and then use the intoxication to numb his pain. Even if this would leave sequelae in the calf, compared with the cost of dying here, the cost of only a disabled leg and the injury that would be healed after returning to the cult was completely worth it!

Although I don't know why this unknown archer would sneak attack me for no reason when I was searching for clues in the library? Although it seems that the other party came alone, there must be other forces hidden behind him... Could it be that the potential power of the Gawwell Hotel sent assassins to wipe us out after knowing that our cult was secretly searching their library? !

No, I have to leave here quickly! ! !

Kalsa had already pulled the hooked arrow out of his calf, and those hooks immediately pulled out muscle fibers that seemed to be dancing wildly for some reason. Hot blood spurted out and splashed on the ground, and the slight bone fracture inside had been temporarily healed by the nourishment of the mind power.

The cup man, who was fully immersed in the process of self-healing, did not notice that after his sweet and mellow hot blood splashed on the ground, it seemed that there was a kind of breath that was difficult to detect with the sense of smell of mortals alone, surrounding this sweet fragrance and floating behind, floating to the pistol that he had left behind for some reason, helping a confused beast to abandon unnecessary oral desires.

After temporarily suppressing his injuries, Karsa adjusted his condition through breathing. When he was about to charge forward, he suddenly sensed through telepathy that there was a violent, wild, chaotic and disordered heartbeat behind him!

There are other people in this forest? !

Why don’t I have any relevant impression in my head? !

Karsa, the cup man, looked back in horror and saw the pair of ferocious multi-faceted eyes that were as clear as finely carved obsidian, reflecting his panicked face! ! !

I was busy working overtime today, so I can only barely update this...