usatvline Chapter 418 Melody Villa (Part 4)
Chapter 418 Melody Villa (Part 4)
"Hmm..." The archer quickly covered his mouth and nose, but it was too late. Some strong fragrance had already been inhaled into his nasal cavity.
"What are those fruits? They look like dragon fruit, but the structure inside is different, and they seem to emit some kind of smell..." Conan looked at the doctor beside him, hoping to get some advice.
"That's the power of one of the Yellow Lord's avatars. 'Dianbai' causes plants to grow fruit-like structures, but the juice inside is a strong hallucinogen," the doctor explained patiently. "This isn't good for Brenhill. She almost died on the island before due to hallucinations."
"Cough, cough, cough!" The archer coughed violently several times, then knocked his head. "Fei Fei? Why did your head explode like a watermelon? Was it that bastard Si Wei who did it?"
"It's over. The illusion has started to take effect. I hope it doesn't cause any big trouble."
The bartender waved the bottle and took two steps forward, but was stopped by the Shadow of Time and Space.
"The boxes haven't been sorted yet, and her challenge isn't over yet."
The Night's Watchman looked at the archer anxiously: "Bernhil, don't embarrass Mother Lagertha!"
"Night Watch, you must not interfere with the normal progress of the challenge. This is a warning." The Shadow of Time and Space pointed his cane at the Night Watch, and the same roar was heard again.
The Night Watchman was so annoyed by the Iss people’s roar that he felt a headache: “Damn it, if I were just a little bit stronger…”
[Jack: Single-handed supervision is no match for Ms. Ivy.]
[Bartender: I can't stand it anymore. That Yissian seems to have sensitive skin. I just stepped into the erosion zone and it teleported over with Miss Ivy.]
[Forward: This ability to control the field, I feel, is even more terrifying than the Witch.]
[Dream Witch: Oh? Do you like my Two-Walker Patrol and Card Cutting Abnormality?]
[Professor: Don’t do that!]
[Mechanic: On the bright side, at least we can still see Darren and the other parasitic believers.]
[Priest: But the Islamic people here are completely in the dark. You really don't know where they'll pop out of and scare you.]
[Prisoner: I remember when Miss Ivy first came, Eli was almost withdrawn. To him, Miss Ivy was someone he couldn't even look at.]
[Madam Red: But in the end, he still managed to use my mirror to greet Miss Ivy.]
[Shadow of Time and Space: This is really difficult for you.]
[Prophet: This is unavoidable, but we still found a way to solve the problem, didn’t we?]
"Haha, it's okay." The archer's confused gaze became determined. "I'll shoot those mad sheep! Shoot down those seagulls! Gather the remains of my people, and finally tap dance at the gates of Valhalla!"
"Die, box!"
"Oh my god, is this even possible?" The batsman looked at the archer who broke through the illusion in surprise.
The doctor calmly explained, "Apparently, her experience on Sheep Island has made her a little crazy, but it also gives her a certain resistance to hallucinations. Brute force is sometimes a good option."
The archer shot out two arrows, which exploded the two boxes, but the two boxes also contained "thunder". The black matter inside instantly surged out and condensed into the Touch of the Abyss.
"Charybdis? Am I not in Scandinavia? How come there is a sea monster from the Mediterranean here?" The archer was obviously still in a semi-crazy state, and regarded those tentacles as the embodiment of a whirlpool.
The Abyss's Touch also had a unique attack mechanism: it wouldn't attack directly unless you got close enough. This was Conan's conclusion after he saw the archers carefully keeping a considerable distance from the tentacles.
"This is not good. I remember that Brunhilde was only allowed to use three arrows. Didn't she use up two of them at once just now? Now there is only one left that can be used, but there are two boxes under the tentacle..." the gravekeeper reminded.
"Hehe, the power of the abyss is not that easy to deal with. I think this Wei Rufu can only go this far." Jack crossed his arms.
The sculptor looked at Jack with dissatisfaction. "You only regained this energized 'Evil Eye' by betraying your master. I wonder how you're still standing here alive? Doesn't Mr. Philip have any opinion on this?"
"Oh, the wax artist can only play with his phrenology theory. If we really fight, he, a scholar, is no match for me." Jack raised his head proudly.
[Wax Artist: This is the only time you can brag.]
[Deer Head: If a fight really breaks out in the bureau, Mr. Philip can rip all your claws off.]
[Jack: Can't I just talk some nonsense? Survivors, you have to speak up for me. Tell me, in ranked matches, would you rather meet me or Philip, who loves the Lightning Whip?]
[Antique Dealer: I have to vote for Jack.]
[Forward: Yes, Mr. OB Philip always gets splattered with wax.]
[Painter: Who in my family understands? After painting a picture, the wax on my body is immediately filled up, and Mr. Philip even gets excited and lets out a sigh of relief.]
Conan looked Jack up and down. He was wearing a metal body, with energy pipelines inserted in his chest, and the "evil eye" beating like a heart. Is this probably the so-called "energy core"?
Madame Red admired the hem of her skirt and adjusted the brim of her wide hat. "Oh, some people have been designated as power banks, and they're still gloating over it. You were the one who actually took Joseph's film, weren't you? Using it to trade for an opportunity to strengthen yourself is... really stupid. You've offended at least three people."
Conan thought about it. After Jack did this, the first person he offended was the photographer, and the second should be the reporter who was "killed" once. Who was the other person?
Lao Jiumen: There are more than three people (laughs).
On the field, the archer looked at the last two boxes and the only arrow left in his quiver and made a bold decision. "Haha, let's not even talk about whether those tentacles will block my arrow. Even if I hit one box, I'll need to get close to the other one. So, I might as well be bold."
The archer snapped her last arrow into two pieces, holding the end with the arrowhead in one hand and casually throwing the tail of the arrow with the other hand. Then, she found the right moment and rushed towards the center of the two tentacles.
Amuro Toru knew the power of these tentacles: "Is she crazy? A broken arrow is not a powerful weapon. Those tentacles... even the gun couldn't cause any damage to them!"
"Have you ever faced those things head-on?" Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows.
"Go away, Akai, I don't need to explain such details to you." Amuro Toru glared at Akai Shuichi, then turned his gaze back to the charging archers.
The archer had never thought of using her arrows as weapons. She approached the first tentacle first, narrowly dodged the attack, and then stabbed the arrow into one of the boxes, which was safe.
Before she could catch her breath, the second tentacle attacked. After quickly pulling out the arrow, the archer grabbed the first tentacle, kicked the ground with both feet to make herself fly into the air, passed the second tentacle that swept over, and stepped hard on the second box.