在近三十米的距离处,那个男人用火球对准了我,他的杀意显而易见.
他是谁?他是 esper 吗?他为什么想杀我们?
我的心里充满了震惊,疑问和愤怒.我的舌尖上有那么多审问的话语,但现在还不是时候.这个男人的攻击迫在眉睫,随时准备发动攻击.我不想在我说话的时候给他攻击的机会.
下一刻,他手中的火球扩大到直径一米,迅速朝我弹射而来.
我无法躲避这一击,因为车就在我旁边.如果我躲开,汽车就会被这个火球引爆,坐在里面的青叶和雪穗会变成烧焦的遗体,就像之前死在这个男人手中的一家三口一样.我绝不允许这样的事情发生.
面对逼近的火光,我闭上眼睛,视野一片漆黑.
想象力.
心灵感应的效果取决于我的想象力.现在,我想想象一把刀,一把甚至可以将这个火球劈成两半的念力刀.切开火焰并不是一项艰巨的任务.火焰不是固体,也不是坚硬的.它们很容易分开.想象这样的场景对我来说绝非艰巨.只要我愿意,我就能实现我的目标.想象一下,想象一下——
为了补充我的想象力,我摆出了一个姿势,就像我即将表演 iaido 一样.我没有学过剑道,所以这种姿势在专家眼里肯定充满了瑕疵.但现在这已经不重要了.这只是一个简单的暗示性动作,向我自己的脑海暗示我即将分裂即将到来的攻击.
我突然睁开了眼睛.
巨大的火球已经进入了我三米以内.热浪让我的脸灼热.
仔细看.这就是我要切断的东西.
斜线!
我像拿着一把无形的剑一样,将右手的五根手指向内卷曲,迅速做出了拉斩动作.
近在咫尺的火球瞬间被劈成了两半.
繁荣——
伴随着一声爆炸,劈开的火球瞬间失去了形状,化作了无数的火舌和火花,向四面八方飞去.我周围的环境被耀眼的火光染成了橙红色.明暗对比非常强烈.但很快,火焰就消失在空气中,一切都恢复了正常.
非常好.封锁.
The man in black on the opposite side seemed stunned, and his posture became rigid.
Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I used telekinesis to accelerate my movement speed and rushed towards the place where he was standing at cheetah-like speed.
My telekinesis also has an effective range, just like a pistol. The closer the distance, the stronger the power. The farther the distance, the weaker the power. Telekinesis can only exert a reliable effect within a distance of ten meters. Once it exceeds ten meters, the power will rapidly decay. The decay amplitude from ten meters to eleven meters is even more than ten times that from one meter to ten meters. At a distance of fifteen meters, my telekinesis that can lift an adult can only lift a rubber. It can be seen how great the decay amplitude of telekinesis beyond ten meters is.
At this moment, my opponent was nearly thirty meters away from me, and telekinesis could no longer assail him.
I had to shorten the distance.
Seeing me approaching, my opponent quickly threw three fireballs at me in succession.
The size of these three fireballs was not as large as the first two. They were only the size of basketballs. I immediately realized that his large fireballs required a charging process, although it was short, this process did exist. Correspondingly, although the small fireballs had less power, they could be continuously discharged. One emphasizes power, and the other emphasizes continuous firing. Is this his battle method?
If it's only at this level, he is not my adversary.
I didn't make any unnecessary movements. I just kept running forward and dispersed the three approaching fireballs with telekinesis.
In the blink of an eye, I approached within ten meters of him.
At this distance, I finally got a clear look at his attire.
His black clothing resembled the black robe of a Catholic priest, but it was embroidered with bright red patterns, reminding me of the beast totems of ancient and savage tribes. His face was covered by a black full-face mask without even a pair of eye holes. There was a red eye symbol in the center. He wore dark red fingerless gloves, and the surface of the cloth was covered with intricate orange patterns.
Such strange clothing would be just ordinary cosplay on an ordinary person. But he is an esper with mysterious powers. I have to think in a more serious direction.
However, now is not the time for thinking.
He condensed another fireball and aimed it at me.
Since I had now entered the ten-meter range, I directly exerted telekinesis, imagining it as a powerful punch and attacking his throat.
In boxing matches, attacking an opponent's throat is strictly prohibited. Because the throat is a vulnerable part of the human body, once hit, it can cause great harm. In the most serious cases, it can even be fatal. However, this is a life-and-death struggle. Naturally, I don't mind attacking such a part.
Not to mention that this guy just killed a family of three right under my nose.
Bang!
With a thought from me, there was a muffled sound at his throat, as if someone had really punched him there. Under the intense pain, he immediately hunched over. The fireball that had been well condensed also collapsed and turned into tongues of flame and sparks and dissipated on its own.
Taking advantage of this gap, I rushed up to him and threw a punch infused with telekinesis.
Although it's not impossible to attack only with telekinesis, when dealing with such a guy, not giving him a solid thrashing can't vent my anger.
This punch landed on his abdomen, causing him further injury and pain.
He was immediately knocked to his knees by me and couldn't even stand up.
It seems that although he also has superpowers, he has no means of defense. All he can do is throw fireballs and bigger fireballs.
"Now we can talk properly, right?" I said. "Why did you attack us?"
"Uh... uh..."
He didn't answer my question. He just kept making hoarse sounds and his body trembled.
Only then did I realize that maybe he didn't want to answer but couldn't answer? I had just hit his throat. Maybe I accidentally caused some problem and made him unable to speak. This was really a misstep.
"Ning Hai!"
Aoba and Yukio ran over and reached my side.
Yukio looked at the opponent I had defeated.
"This is the guy who attacked us?" She unceremoniously lifted his mask.
The face under the mask was very ordinary. It was just the face of a man in his forties. He wasn't handsome or ugly. At this moment, his expression was very distorted, and he was covered in cold sweat. Presumably, it was because of the intense pain.
"Why did you attack us?" Yukio coldly asked the same question as me.
The man glared at us hatefully.
Yukio sneered and took out her pistol and pressed it against his forehead.
"Speak!"
Facing Yukio's threat, the man didn't back down. His gaze was still so fierce.
"You... all of you... are just... a bunch of sacrifices." He said hoarsely. "A bunch of sacrifices... dare to attack me? Hah..."
"What does sacrifice mean?" Yukio asked.
"Sacrifice... is just sacrifice." He said. "A living sacrifice offered to the great god."
Living sacrifice? This is really a word that can't be missed. He actually said that we are living sacrifices. I am very curious about the connotation of this word. Judging from the literal meaning, a living sacrifice is an animal offered to the gods, reminding me of the sacrificial practices of savage tribes in uncivilized areas. Could this have something to do with the great disaster that occurred in Beaver City?
"Even if you are not killed by me, you will die sooner or later." He pointed at us one by one. "You, you... and you, this abominable heretic mage, will all be digested in the stomach of the god and become nourishment."
When he mentioned the heretic mage, he was clearly pointing at me.
I am a heretic mage? It seems that he has misunderstood something, but this is not the point. I asked, "What exactly do god and living sacrifice mean? Does it have anything to do with the current situation in Beaver City?"
"Beaver City... has already entered the stomach of the god." He said. "Under the effect of our ritual, you heretics who don't believe in god... either become the claws and teeth of the messenger, or become the prey of the minions. In the end, no one can survive."
This sentence contains a lot of information. Frankly speaking, I don't quite understand it. His words sound like crazy ravings. But considering what he has done, it must be regarded as serious content and examined carefully.
"Do you mean..." Yukio suddenly said. "The reason Beaver City has become like this is all because of you guys?"
The man glanced at him, sneered, and stopped talking.
"Don't stop. Keep talking." I said. "You should still not want to die, right?"
The man remained silent.
After that, no matter how we pressed him, he stopped talking.
"If you don't speak..." Yukio's words were interrupted.
Suddenly, the man's pair of eyeballs began to emit an orange-red light. At the same time, he also opened his mouth, and the same light was emitting from his oral cavity.
Oh no, is he going to self-destruct?
I quickly grabbed the two people beside me and took them to retreat a certain distance.
Boom—
An explosion sounded. The man didn't self-destruct as I had imagined. Instead, his whole body burst into orange-red flames like a torch and knelt on the ground, burning fiercely.
"He, he..." Aoba was greatly shocked. "He spontaneously combusted?"
In the midst of the flames, his clothes and body were quickly charred. Perhaps this seemingly ordinary flame had a special effect. His charring process was very fast, just like a video on fast-forward. After only a dozen seconds, he was burned into a charred corpse, and the flame disappeared soon after.
Thud.
The charred corpse fell to the ground.