Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 49: Melancholy blues fighting style (please vote for recommendation)

The escape and pursuit just now sounded tense and intense, but in fact, Apache and Mista only ran a distance of more than ten meters in total.

They just started from the periphery of the ruins and went a little deeper into the depths of the ruins.

At first glance, the environment around the two people did not change at all.

Besides that Mista was a little overly nervous, compared to Apache, who was bleeding profusely from three bullets, it could be said that he had all the advantages and was in full condition.

“Why am I in such dire straits?”

Mista couldn’t figure it out.

He simply couldn’t understand why the other party could still show such composure and confidence that he had a chance to win under such an obvious situation.

“Stop bluffing”

“You are the one with the gun pointed at your head now!”

Mista, who was a completely newbie, didn’t even consider what the other person’s stand-in ability was, so he raised his gun angrily and shouted:

“Don’t move!”

He also specifically pointed to the melancholy blues next to Apache:

“You and your blue thing are not allowed to move!”

“Haha, haven’t you discovered it yet?”

“I haven’t shown my stand-in ability in front of you yet, so it’s only right that you don’t realize it.”

Apaji endured the pain and smiled slightly.

“My blues are really not good at fighting.”

“Its stand-in ability can only be used for replay. During the replay process, it can only be played mechanically according to the target’s past action trajectory. There is no way to attack freely according to my wishes.”

“But that doesn’t mean it can’t be used for combat.”

“Since Melancholic Blues cannot determine its own trajectory during replay, then I will let the enemy follow its trajectory on its own!”

“???” Mista looked suspicious of life.

He didn’t even know what a substitute was, and naturally he didn’t know what Apache was talking about now.

Apaki didn’t care whether Mista understood or not, so he continued to explain to himself:

“Smelly boy”

“Although you just followed me here for a dozen meters, these ten meters are enough to decide the outcome!”

“Look at your feet”

“You just acted like an ignorant child, seeking your own death and running onto the tracks where a high-speed train is running!”

“What!”

Mista looked down at his feet as Apaki said:

“???”

“Nothing?”

“Isn’t it just the gravel and mud left behind when the piece of meat passed by just now?”

Mista still looked confused.

However, in just the next second, his blank expression completely froze on his face.

What replaced it was an unspeakable fear.

Because

When Mista raised his head and looked at Apache again, the terrifying piece of meat that had left a deep impression on him twenty minutes ago actually appeared in front of him alive!

The huge body that is six or seven meters high, the twisted and ferocious disgusting tentacles, and the disgusting dense sarcoma just stand in front of you, and the shadow cast by it blocks Mista’s entire body. body.

There is no doubt that this is the piece of meat that almost destroyed half the town.

But in fact

It is melancholic blues, a melancholic blues that turns on the replay mode and transforms into a piece of meat.

“The “place” element is destroyed and the memory cannot be read. ”

“However, what cannot be read is only the memory of what happened before the terrain was destroyed.”

“And this lump of meat itself is the destroyer, it still acts here after the terrain is destroyed”

“This also means that this destroyed land is the “place” element that carries the memory of its actions! ”

Looking at the frightened Mista, Apaki explained this.

“The two elements of “time” and “place” are complete, then”

“Play it, Blues!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the melancholy blues that turned into a bloated piece of meat immediately activated its replay ability.

It instantly restored the ferocious posture of Meatloaf when he was chasing Li Qing twenty minutes ago: it was like a giant tank at full power, rushing towards Mista who looked dull in front of him.

No

Strictly speaking, Melancholic Blues did not deliberately hit Mista, it was just mechanically restoring the trajectory of Meatloaf’s movements twenty minutes ago.

It was Mista himself who walked into its path and blocked the path of this behemoth.

Apaki had to run forward for more than ten meters even if he was shot, in order to lead Mista here, to this “railway” that had already been laid.

“Ah!”

Mista instinctively exclaimed.

Having never experienced a cruel battle, after seeing this astonishing sight, he quickly lost the confidence he had just gained from awakening his ability.

He began to duck aside in fear, and fired twice randomly at the piece of meat that was hitting him.

But this has no effect at all.

The bullet hit the piece of meat that was as big as a small house, and could only make a small hole in its soft and tough body that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Compared to its huge size, this small wound can almost be ignored.

Accordingly, even if such damage is restored to Apache, the substitute messenger, in equal proportion, to him it will be almost like being pricked by two thin needles.

The gunfire can’t stop the melancholy blues of “Meat Loaf Mode” at all, it is still rushing forward at that terrifying speed.

And Mista’s dodge in panic was just useless.

The speed of the meat block was so fast that he didn’t even jump out half a meter away before he was hit hard by the oncoming mountain of meat.

“Ugh!!”

Mista let out a shrill scream, and was knocked upside down by the huge force.

When he landed again, he was already in a pile of rubble seven or eight meters away.

Thanks to the fact that the fleshy body itself is soft and elastic, it acts like an airbag that explodes when a car collides, playing a huge buffering role.

But even so, the huge kinetic energy brought by the ultra-high speed and ultra-heavy mass still caused extremely serious damage to Mista.

“It hurts so much and I feel dizzy”

This strong young man with “meat” all over his body finally could no longer bear the cruel blows that were inflicted on him one after another.

Mista fell to the ground, tilted his head, flicked his gun, and fainted.

Apache also breathed a sigh of relief:

“Hu finally won”

“But”

He gritted his teeth and pressed his bleeding wound, and then looked at Mista who was unconscious over there:

“Is this kid really an enemy of the organization?”

“Although Melancholy Blues’ collision speed during the replay just now was fast, if he had calmed down and activated his substitute ability in time, even if he couldn’t stop Melancholy Blues’ attack, there would still be a great chance that he would die with me.”

“But he was afraid of being like that.”

Apaki frowned deeply.

Having just joined the gang and having never really seen darkness, he couldn’t help but fall into tangles:

“This guy feels like a rookie who doesn’t know anything.”

“Are the enemies that the organization must kill, children with no combat experience?”

“But”

He murmured to himself in a self-deprecating tone:

“What am I sighing about!”

“I am no longer the stupid person who applied for the police job with ideals. I am now an evil gangster. Why do I still worry about the so-called justice?”

“Those who drive meat to destroy the city are my companions, and those who risk their lives to save the city are my enemies.”

Apaji looked at the unconscious young man in front of him, his expression becoming complicated.

He recalled the firm eyes of this young, immature, ignorant, whose legs would even tremble with fear when encountering danger, when he mustered up the courage to lie in front of a bad guy like himself.

Vaguely, Apache seemed to see his former self: “Oh, it’s really ridiculous.”