Stephen's feet were heavily placed on the ground. The posture of him diving down from his mouth made his legs, even though they were wrapped in thick animal skin and a layer of armor, extremely numb, as if they had broken.
But it cannot be denied that at this moment, his posture was very cool. He held the long sword with both hands, his body half-bent. Under the long sword, Kerry knelt on the ground and leaned backward. The long sword pierced through his chest and then his back, and finally pushed him hard to the ground.
At the moment Stephen landed just now, in fact, all Kerry needed to do was aim the long sword in his hand at the sky. Even if he would die, he would die with Stephen. Unfortunately, in that split second, he was so shocked that he did nothing. The long sword fell to the ground the moment he was pierced through.
Kerry's face, looking up at the sky, showed a look that he couldn't believe at all. His mouth opened, he snorted a few meaningless syllables, and his tongue was half-stuck out, having already lost all vitality.
Stephen let go of the hand holding the hilt of the long sword, straightening his body with some difficulty. He looked at Buska, who was sitting blankly on the wooden stake at the back.
Buska has completely gone crazy.
Looking at his son who was dressed so cold that his heart sank, he subconsciously shouted, "Carrie?"
He is dead.
Stephen, with a kind heart, told Bousca. Dragging the heavy armor, he struggled to reach Bousca's side. Heavy breathing kept coming from his helmet. He was very tired, stuffy and uncomfortable all over, but he still had one last thing to do. This was the most important thing. A voice with a hint of a smile came out of his mouth: "Now it's your turn."
Buska shuddered all over. Looking at the tall armor standing before him like a death God, his voice trembled: "You..." Who on earth are you? Who on earth are you?
"Me?"
Stephen smiled. He didn't have to worry about Bouska running away directly now, so he could have the chance to talk non-stop about something like the male protagonists in many stories before doing something. He thought it necessary to talk about those things with Bouska, so he fumbled around his helmet for a while with some effort. Finally, he unbuttoned a button between the helmet and his chest. With a snap, he took off the heavy armor on his head and threw it aside.
Under the helmet, half of Stephen's head could be seen - this was because the helmet was too big. After Stephen put it on, he actually kept looking through the mouth of the helmet all the time, and there was a layer of animal skin around his head. At this moment, he was greedily breathing in the fresh air, looking somewhat comical. But Buska definitely didn't feel the comical at all now, only a bone-chilling coldness.
Stephen continued, "I'm Hammerhead, the magic apprentice of Anthony's Magic Hut. I'm called a useless magician. I only know life-like magic. Whenever something happens, I have to hide behind Debbie. Just imagining it makes me feel so weak..." But this was in the past. Stephen paused for a moment and continued to Buska, "My current name is Stephen. I'm a hacker. Hackers don't understand?" It doesn't matter. You don't have to understand this because you'll die soon.
Stephen finished saying these words with a smile and held Buska's head with both hands.
It was not clear if it was because he discovered that the man who had killed Quinn, Locke, and his own son in an extremely cool way was really the Hammerhead whom he had imprisoned for three months, that Bouska's mind was completely stunned. But soon he woke up with a start. He knew that Stephen must be doing something else. So subconsciously, he grabbed Stephen's hands wrapped in animal skins and armor with both hands and shouted loudly, "No..." Don't... I can give you all my wealth... Please spare me...
No one believes what a person like you says. I was imprisoned for three months right after I was reborn in this world. Who has ever had such a bad time as me? So I'm very angry now. Stephen kept chattering on and on. It sounded like nonsense, nonsense that only he understood. His mouth, which was hidden under the animal skin, cracked open quietly and he laughed. "I remember when I was a child playing video games, I really liked a person's move. What was it called? Oh - Big Generator!"
With Stephen's words, Stephen's left thumb suddenly moved.
All ten fingers of Stephen are connected to the scroll. The five fingers of his right hand are connected to the Flame Scroll, the little finger of his left hand is connected to the Lightning Matrix, and the ring finger, middle finger and index finger are connected to the Gale Scroll in the Wind capsule.
The thumb is also connected to a lightning scroll, but this lightning scroll is connected to his wrist and there are as many as five of them. When Stephen issues an activation command through his thumb, the three scrolls will be activated in sequence, forming a continuous current.
This electric current would instantly spread throughout his entire armor. Of course, since Stephen had a thick layer of animal skin inside the armor, he could effectively prevent the electric shock from the current.
Just after Stephen's thumb gave the activation command, a series of bright blue electric currents kept surging from Stephen's left arm, trickling through the armor on his body with a sizzling sound. Of course, they also flowed unimpeded onto Buska's body.
The bright light of the electric current instantly burst forth. If you were standing from a distance and looking at this scene, it would indeed give you a sense of a powerful generator.
After his death, Buska kept trembling all over. His brownish-red hair and beard stood on end, and then a wisp of white smoke rose from his body, giving off a burnt smell.
Stephen felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment. Although the isolation effect of the animal skin prevented him from being directly electrocuted, the current flowing in the air still gave him a tingling sensation all over his body. That feeling was not fatal, but it was far from comfortable. Stephen couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god, this is so sour and refreshing..."
Fortunately, the large-scale power generation did not last long.
When the five lightning scrolls were exhausted one by one, Stephen's body shook slightly and he almost plopped to the ground.
Buska was smoking all over and could not die any more.
"Damn it! This move needs to be improved in the future..."
Stephen glanced at the extremely pitiful Buska, muttered something in a low voice, and then looked around again. Only then did he realize that he was actually in a mountain forest, not knowing how far he was from Stan City.
He confirmed that there was no one else around and then began to painstakessly remove the armor on his body. This process took Stephen a full ten minutes. Finally, he took off the heavy armor and tore off a thick layer of animal skin.
Being confined inside for half a day, at this moment, I really felt an indescribable sense of coolness and comfort.
Then Stephen glanced at the smoking Buska again. His eyes lit up. He leaned over, pulled open his clothes and fumbled in his arms for a while.
"Huh?" There's nothing at all? Stephen was taken aback.
A few months ago, he remembered it very clearly. At that time, he asked Buska for a hundred gold coins, and Buska directly took them out of his bosom. He couldn't have had nothing from before on him, could he?
Suddenly, Stephen thought of something and his eyes turned to the ring Buska was wearing on his hand. His heart stirred, and he quickly pulled the ring off and placed it in front of him to examine it carefully.
However, before he could figure out what was going on, a rough voice suddenly rang out from behind: "What happened here?"
Stephen turned around in horror and saw a tall and strong figure standing behind him.
That's... An orc warrior!