Player Reload - Chapter 432 - Divine General

Chapter 432 - Divine General

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Chapter 512 of "Player Reload" opens with exciting events: Chapter 432: Chapter 400 Divine GeneralIn the player forum, there is a saying about displacement... Continue reading!

Chapter 432: Chapter 400 Divine GeneralIn the player forum, there is a saying about displacement skills called the "impossible triangle."

That is, a displacement skill cannot simultaneously have long range, short cooldown, and low consumption; at most, only two out of the three can be achieved.

However, the man in sleepwear before them completely breaks this iron law, flickering at high frequency in mid-air without any delay. Each time he flickers, a new slash wound appears on those present.

Fuding Hualong shuddered and gulped down a Life Potion, urgently healing the penetrating heart wound, then gritted his teeth, flipped to the last few pages of a scroll, and grabbed a Yaksha Divine General from the paper.

Yaksha, sometimes translated as "Yaksha," has wings on its back, is entirely crimson, clad in armor, wears a rat crown, wields a sharp axe, and stands ten feet tall.

This Buddhist protector deity just landed, and Fuding Hualong sliced open his palm, sprinkling blood on the Divine General, causing its original height of over three meters to swell to over five meters.

The Divine General majestic and valiant, moved with foresight, catching the sleepwear man’s legs with one hand, holding him firmly to prevent him from escaping.

’Well done!’

Fuding Hualong tightened his bleeding fist. This is one of the twelve Yaksha Divine Generals from the Medicine Buddha Sutra, and the rat crown corresponds to the rat of the Chinese Zodiac,

with hands capable of disrupting space teleportation.

looked fierce, gripping the sleepwear man’s left leg with his left hand and slamming down with his right hand, intending to crush him into pulp.

At the critical moment, the sleepwear man didn’t hesitate, wielding a sharp blade, he severed his own legs.

The instant he broke free, he flickered behind neck, held the meat-cleaver horizontally, and then... disappeared.

The speed at which the human eye recognizes continuous images is 24 frames/second; if an object passes by in less than 1/24 of a second, it will "disappear."

Within a second, the legless sleepwear man performed hundreds of Instant Teleportations,

encircling the cleaver around neck.

After a second, the Yaksha’s head fell off and dissipated into ink stains.

"Ice Crystal Falling Star Fist!"

White Horse Tombstone decisively punched the ground, causing dense hail to fall from the sky.

The hail, shaped like iron nails and heavy as iron ingots, resonated with bursts of pitter-patter across the street,

yet the sleepwear man didn’t continue his attack but flickered fifty meters away, lying legless on the ground, still dazedly looking at everyone, as if waiting for the hailstorm to end.

Red Driver urgently retrieved all the Pocket Monsters into specially made Spirit Balls, freezing their injuries, while hugging his arms to minimize the continuous hail damage.

"Cough, cough—"

Andre, whose upper body was almost split, struggled to retrieve a roll of bandage from the Backpack.

The bandage acted autonomously, one end unraveling to suture Andre’s internal and external injuries, while the other end wrapped around his body a few times to bandage the wounds.

As a Close Combat Transcendent, the little hail couldn’t hurt him; he shouted in a deep voice at White Horse Tombstone: "You’re using hail as a defensive field?"

"Exactly."

White Horse Tombstone nodded, shouting in the chaotic environment: "That sleepwear man has been using teleportation to evade our counterattacks, proving his body’s defensive power is actually weak. If during Instant Teleportation he intersects with solid matter, that would harm him.

The dense hail is enough to fill up the whole space, and he can’t pass through during its duration."

But we can’t get out either.

Ozaki Aozora silently summoned a dozen ceramic puppets, each armed with long guns and short cannons, to rain firepower on the sleepwear man.

The gunfire swept through, yet the sleepwear man dodged them all, landing steadily on a tall building’s rooftop.

If he still had his legs, he really would look somewhat dignified.

"Fifty seconds."

White Horse Tombstone suddenly said, and everyone knew she was referring to the duration of —their brains rapidly thought of ways to break free.

"Hold on,"

Fuding Hualong suddenly thought of something, quickly typing words into his phone to

This plan actually held some feasibility.

Li Cheng scratched his head, "Let’s forget it; rolling all the way is just too embarrassing."

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said to Binary Tree: "Use the same picture of the sleepwear man, and search the global crime record database with the keywords: killed his wife and children at night, then committed suicide."

Seeing the others’ puzzled looks, Li Cheng quickly explained: "From the sleepwear man’s attire, the blood-stained knife proves he killed someone, and the suicide wound on his neck proves he killed before committing suicide.

But he was wearing sleepwear, so only one possibility exists: he suddenly had an episode one night, mistaking his family members at home as monsters, and in panic, killed them with a knife,

when PMO improved on its own, realizing he had killed his family, he chose to end his life in despair.

Since it was the first outbreak, neither the PMO nor the schizophrenia case database would have him, so he can only be found in the crime database."

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