Human accounts are forced to reach max level

Whether it was the astonishing pillar of fire that was rising and burning, or the huge boulder in the venue that was about to be burned to pieces by the high temperature, under the eyes of Wei Wei, the old ghost man's eyes widened because he seemed to see something unbelievable... .

Completely still.

"Energy maximized swallowing..."

Gafan sighed helplessly and whispered.

"Particle motion is at rest."

Chapter 63: Can you suppress my forced calmness?

"The consumption of this move... is unexpectedly high."

Gafan, who appeared out of thin air thirty meters away from Hongwan, shook his head with a dazed look in his eyes.

In almost an instant, the cells in his body that had stored a lot of energy were almost drained of it.

Three seconds ago, in a spherical area of ​​fifty meters with Gafan as the center point, whether it was the raging and burning black flames, the red pill that was about to be faced with a sword, or the microorganisms in the underground soil.

They all stopped for a moment.

It seems to be separated from the outside world and completely transformed into two worlds.

Objects stop moving here, thinking is completely frozen here, and even the passage of time on the physical level is temporarily pressed here.

The only exception who can move here is Ga Fan himself.

The effect was astonishing, but after completely stagnating the movement of particles within a radius of fifty meters, especially after the red pill that exploded with magic energy all over his body, Gafan himself was almost sucked out. Fortunately, he came up with the sentence "Maximize Energy Devouring" in advance. of temporary overdraft.

But in the final analysis, this shocking scene to outsiders only lasted two seconds.

Gafan didn't have time to do anything, so he couldn't hold on and used space to move in advance and disappeared.

Now, time resumes its flow.

"Qiang——"

The next moment, the sword was swung with terrifying force, directly cutting open the hard earth, causing a crack and gap more than 20 meters long.

In response to this, Benimaru himself was stunned for a moment.

"It just felt...so weird?"

He stood up straight with his sword in hand, first glanced at Gafan who had avoided his attack thirty meters away, and then looked at the wave of black flames he had released around him with a puzzled expression.

"The total amount is less than half, and it can't be recovered. When did this happen?"

And Gafan looked at Hong Wan in the distance, waved his hand to put away the remaining black flames that used his magic element as the burning source, and looked at him again, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead speechlessly.

After using the sub-dimensional force to move just now, the remaining energy in his body was finally completely exhausted. If he wanted to continue fighting, he could only rely on his pure mental power for the time being.

Oh, he will be very tired if this happens, okay?

Gafan sighed lightly. He didn't like the tired feeling of possibly sudden death, but...

Just now, he suddenly had another wonderful idea.

Looking down at his open palm, Gafan thought for a while and finally tried to say.

"Black Flame."

The next moment, the pitch-black flames that could burn everything appeared in his hands out of thin air, and this time he didn't even feel the heat.

This cluster of black flames looks almost the same as the one Benimaru released before.

This also made Benimaru, who noticed this scene from a distance, slightly widen his eyes, and his originally calm eyes even showed a hint of surprise for the first time.

He seemed to be in disbelief at what he saw.

But Gafan himself, who caused this scene, didn't have so many ideas.

"Damn...it's so deceptive."

Gafan stared at the cluster of black flames on his hand, his eyes filled with speechlessness.

He felt for a moment that the power of the thing he summoned out of thin air should be at least half of the original version, and the consumption...

Gafan, who was already starting to feel tired, had a look of disgust on his face.

Although he had long imagined that he should be able to imitate and reproduce the special abilities used by others after seeing them used by others, now taking advantage of this rare opportunity, he has indeed successfully achieved it. Imagine.

But at this moment, Gafan only had one idea.

Not a good deal.

"Oh, forget it, let's think about it later."

Gafan, who was too lazy to worry about it anymore, looked at Hong Wan, raised his arm, pointed his finger forward, and made a pistol gesture. The cluster of black flames followed his thoughts and automatically gathered in front of his fingertips.

"Energy concentration, condensation, automatic aiming, top speed."

Gafan calmly looked at Hong Wan who raised his sword and said.

"shooting."

"Whoosh——"

Then, the black flame that had condensed into a two centimeter-diameter bead at his fingertips disappeared from Gafan's sight in an instant.

A straight black thin line was drawn in the air. The terrifying high temperature carried by the condensed black flame ball even caused the air to distort, and this speed...

It’s too late to stop!

With his dynamic vision, Hong Wan barely managed to catch the trajectory of the black flame bead's shooting. His red pupils shrank, and he instantly judged this.

And just when he wanted to directly resist by releasing black flames to cover his body, combined with multiple layers of barriers.

A white figure suddenly appeared.

Then the simple long sword was swung out at some point and slowly sheathed.

"Qiang——"

The black flame ball, which had reached almost three times the speed of sound, was cut in half as if it were a solid object, and then turned into two clusters of black flames and slowly dissipated in mid-air.

"Let's end this discussion. If the fight continues, it will be difficult for both sides to stop."

Seeing the old voice appearing on the scene, Benimaru, who was ready to be completely serious, also withdrew his sword and couldn't help shouting.

"Bailao."

"Well, Benimaru, what you want to 'see' should have been observed through battle."

Bai Lao nodded slightly to him, then looked at Gafan who had a tired expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth curved.

After the opponent used a move similar to stopping time, he had every chance to use a key move on Benimaru that could determine the outcome or even seriously injure him, but in the end he chose to retreat.

This alone is enough for Bai Lao to have goodwill toward him.

"Brother Gafan, when we meet for the first time, you can call me Bai Lao."

"Hello, Mr. Bai."

Seeing the sudden appearance of the old ghost man, Gafan also gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight. He touched the back of his head and responded with the same kind smile. He didn't care that his attack was blocked by the opponent, but asked tentatively.

"Well, I want to make sure that this sparring is over, right? If the fight continues, I won't be able to bear it."

"Hahaha, brother Gafan, you are a bit humble, but the competition is indeed over."

Bai Lao touched his beard, nodded with a smile, then glanced at the grove on the side and said.

"Besides, there are other people present, so it would be inappropriate to continue the fight."

other people?

These words made Ga Fan surprised for a moment, and then he changed the direction of Bai Lao's eyes and turned to look as well.

As a result, he saw a guy standing under a small forest, wearing a dark and burly armor, and wearing two giant swords as tall as a man on his back, looking at it quietly.

This somewhat unfamiliar image made Gafan stunned for a moment, and then he quickly guessed who the other party was.

After glancing at the position of the red dot on the virtual panel to confirm, he also shouted speechlessly.

"Momonga, why are you here? Didn't you take Rimuru to the hot springs?"

"Oh, did you recognize me directly?"

Momonga, who originally wanted to create a sense of mystery, responded with a slight surprise, and then prepared to walk out of the woods, while replying at the same time.

"It was originally like this, but in the middle of the trip, Rimuru suddenly seemed to sense some danger, and jumped up and left in a panic, without being able to stop him."

Mentioning this matter, Momonga's tone was also a little helpless, which made him no longer interested in continuing to have fun. After all, without slime, he always felt like he was missing something.

"Then I went out and walked around. After sensing the movement here, I came over to take a look out of curiosity."

As he said that, Momonga was hiding in the skull eye sockets under his helmet, still showing some surprise.

The other party had just used a move similar to "Time Stop", and he had completely seen it. This was the tenth level of the most advanced magic. He didn't expect that Gafan could also use it.

And it was done purely by relying on "language", which was beyond the scope of Demiurge's ruling spell.

Thinking of this, Momonga was even more surprised. Although Gafan looked so weak, in some aspects he was even better than the guardians of the class who represented the highest combat power in his underground tomb.

Although the strength of the ability is still not enough, the diversity...

At this time, Momonga suddenly had an idea again, an idea that he couldn't ask his subordinates for help.

Moreover, as soon as this idea appeared, Momonga couldn't help but implement it, and at the same time he felt extra uneasy and a little expectant.

So, when he came to Gafan who had an "I dislike you" expression on his face for some reason, Momonga looked down at him and hesitated for a moment.

Finally, with a rare hopeful tone, he expressed his plea directly.

"Gafan...can you suppress my "forced calmness"?"

Chapter 64: Are we friends? Part 1

"Fly, Flying Squirrel, it belongs to your uncle."

On the street, being carried on the back of Flying Squirrel, who was wearing pitch-black armor, Gafan, who was exhausted, endured the strange looks of the residents on the street, while also resisting the dizzy and nauseated feeling after being mentally exhausted.

"I'm sorry, Gafan, I didn't expect this to cost you so much." Momonga said with a hint of apology in his tone.

Although it still sounded a little flat, I don't know if it was an illusion, but the emotion in his voice seemed to have become a little richer.

"And... thank you very much."

"There's nothing to thank you for. I'm not helping you completely solve this problem."

Gafan rolled his eyes angrily, shook his head and said nonchalantly: "Your race passively 'forces calmness'. I have exhausted all my mental energy, so I can only help you temporarily suppress it. The duration...is about six hours at most.”

There were some uncertainties. After making a rough estimate based on my intuition, Gafan came to a conclusion. At the same time, his temples also felt more swollen.

Ah, it feels so uncomfortable.

Momonga, I’ll fuck you.

"That's enough."

Flying Squirrel, who didn't know what Gafan was thinking, rarely revealed some emotion in his tone at this time. He felt that his heart was filled with joy, even though it was still instinctively eliminated by this skeleton body, but... ...

He still truly felt the fact that he was happy.

"It's really enough. I'm very satisfied. Even if it's only six hours, it's enough to enjoy the banquet prepared by everyone... Gafan, is there anything I can do for you? I want to give you a thank you gift in return.”

"Um, no need, thank you or something... eh, wait a minute." Gafan, who was about to refuse speechlessly, suddenly seemed to have thought of something and asked curiously, "Fongshu, do you have something like this?" Doll’s props?”

"Doll?" Momonga turned his head and glanced at Gafan in surprise, but the hard helmet accidentally hit his forehead, "Ah, I'm sorry."

"Hiss—no, it's okay."

Gafan, who said he didn't care, but whose eyes were full of "I hate you so much", organized his words and said again.

"It literally means a doll prop with a human appearance. It doesn't need any special functions. The body functions only need to be that of an ordinary person. It has a certain degree of subjective consciousness that can act on its own. The appearance can be changed to look like me. Momonga, do you have such a doll?"

"Yes, I have."

"Sure enough it's not... I'll go, it's really there!" Gafan was slightly startled.

"My friend Bubble Teapot used to make similar props and gave me a lot of them. Those props are still collecting dust in my storage space. I really can't think of what they can be used for. After all, they are not only weak. , the level of artificial intelligence is also really urgent.”

After Momonga recalled it for a while, he asked doubtfully: "Gafan, why do you want such a thing?"

"Go to school for me." Gafan replied weakly.