Chapter four hundred and seventy-four Mirror image
If this thing is a shadow or a mirror image, what about its tentacles?
Kelan reached out and touched his legs-his legs were fine and didn’t change. He could even feel the toes and elastic socks. This is the hound that went to the special forces to purchase the army. I heard that the price of single pairs was as high as more than 100 credits.
The outline is obviously very different from the monster summoned by Park Shangyou. Although both of them have sticky and greasy tentacles, this thing in front of Kelan retains most human characteristics.
At first glance, there are some erosion species that have a certain degree of fusion with the "device"
"Should be able to come again a few times ….." Kelan bitten to grind off the helmet fingers together tightly press the temples on both sides.
"Hit Wald-"
Once again, he returned to the gray world, but the figure remained in the same place.
Kelan retreated half a step to facilitate the follow-up half a step; And when Koran took a step forward, it retreated the same distance.
This humanoid virtual shadow always keeps a distance of five meters from Koran, never approaching or far away.
No, this thing is not a mirror image of itself! If it is a mirror image, if you stay away from it, you should follow it, and when you approach it, it will also approach.
When Qian Kelan raised his right hand, the other person raised his right hand instead of the mirror image "left hand".
It’s not just imitating itself, it’s more like …
Kelan wanted to do more tests, but the sharp pain in his mind forced him to quit the "time-stop" state.
Nevertheless, this time, the duration of the "time stop" actually reached nearly four seconds for the first time. At this time, Ke Lan never dared to expect results when practicing himself before.
What does it mean to pause for four seconds? Don’t say that one-on-one one-on-one confrontation with Kelan is almost invincible-he can go around each other’s back for four seconds and push the gun to the back of each other’s head to pull the trigger … From the other side’s perspective, this warhead seems to suddenly teleport from Kelan’s magazine to his head.
Moreover, the headache feeling is weaker than before, and many sequelae are not as strong as before.
What’s going on here?
Is this kind of ability just like some kind of achievement method in fantasy novel? If you want to be able to break through the shackles, your strength will advance by leaps and bounds before you meet a pass?
Or is it because of the environment?
Kelan prefers the second guess.
I just don’t know if I will return to the original length when I leave this place.
Although the "three-second man" is a label that male compatriots are afraid to avoid, it would be abnormal enough if the "time stop" could last for three seconds.
It may be difficult to satisfy your beloved girl in three seconds; But it’s more than enough to kill someone or complete some normal speed exercises.
Kelan started the "time stop" again.
Then picked up the gun and aimed it at the "shadow" five meters away.
He pulled the trigger, but as soon as the warhead flew out of the muzzle, it froze in the middle of the muzzle. Even around the muzzle, he could see a circle of gray-white airflow "gray filter", which was also solidified. This circle of airflow was like a mass of dirty cotton candy.
In the "time-stop" state, Kelan can only be "moved" by him if he directly touches something. When this thing is out of his contact, it will blend into the background and become a part of the freeze-frame picture.
He moved the gun sideways one inch and fired again, then canceled the "time stop"
According to the muzzle velocity, the bullet will hit the target in a few seconds when Kelan removes the "time stop" state-of course, the goal is "can be hit"
When Kelan intends to enter the "time-stop" state again to observe the shooting effect, massive memento mori rushes out from the depths of his mind like a floodgate, and his brain is temporarily "down" because of the temporary processing of such a large amount of information.
Many pictures flashed by at high speed like slides, and before he could see them clearly, memento mori was silent again. Kelan felt like a player with a 64-speed playback camera, and even if he stared at the screen intently, he could not capture enough information.
If the screen is played continuously, you can guess some plots even if you connect the context together at a faster speed, but it happened that the broadcast was a postmodern art clip full of absurd and strange styles. Every frame was completely independent and flashed through hundreds of thousands of pictures, even if there was a repeated scene, even a genius with extraordinary memory would have to look stupid.
If these memento mori are compared to raindrops falling at a high speed, then Kelan’s consciousness is like a man who reaches for water with both hands at the edge of a cliff-it rains cats and dogs, and his palm is so big that he can catch the rain with only a palm.