The Sea of Fire

Vol. 3 Predestination and Fateful Meeting (見君,不知君。 )

Chapter 5: Roeed· Hudy

"Damn, where's that skinny-skinned Ancients?!!" Nowell roared, his roar not allowing the Ancients to manifest themselves, or even to dispel the cold that had suddenly entered him. He clenched his left hand into a fist, let go, clenched it again, released it, clenched it again, and clenched it again, he didn't know what he had encountered now, the thin-skinned and tender ancient people disappeared from his vision, and then his companions continued to die tragically, and they died before they could even make a sound. "Damn... Damn! shit-shit-"

The figure of the Ancients appeared in front of Nowell and his companions, his fists and feet covered in honey dust, his body clean everywhere but that, anger flowing in his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching, as if smiling rather than smiling, and Noah shuddered at the sight. Step by step, the ancient people in front of them walked towards Noad, and instead of continuing to tease and torture their companions, they attacked them from the front. The two companions rushed up at the same time, only to see the corners of the ancient people's green and blue clothes on both sides swaying slightly, his hand had been gently placed on the handle of the weapon, no one saw how his weapon left the sheath, and no one saw how his weapon retracted the sheath, everyone only saw his left hand as if holding the handle of the weapon, and in a breath, he did nothing, but the two companions who rushed up had lost their legs. Their legs remained on the original sand, and their bodies flew forward, getting closer and closer to the ancient people. In another breath, he still didn't seem to be doing anything, but the arms of his companions who flew forward had been severed, and four arms fell on the sand, and dust instantly overflowed on the sand. In the last breath, this ancient human race is still the same as before, as if there is no movement, but everyone knows that this is just an illusion, he slashed the necks of the two companions at the same time, the five wounds on each of them have the same smoothness and smoothness, the two have lost their limbs and heads The body continued to fly forward, landing on the sand behind the ancient human race, the dust that continued to flow out of the wound formed a dust pool next to the body, the dust pool was connected to the dust pool, and it seemed that "they" were holding each other's hands from a distance. The heads of the two fell in front of the ancients, his left hand released the handle of the weapon, his right hand released the sheath of the scabbard, and caught the two heads at the same time, honey yellow dust continued to drip from the backs of his hands, the anger in his eyes did not decrease but increased, the corners of his mouth stopped twitching, and the smile turned into a smile, losing the weirdness just now, but it was even more terrifying.

Nord had never encountered such a terrible ancient race, which made him feel painful to breathe, and even a little suffocated. He can no longer be called an ancient race, he is more like a ferocious creature.

Noad's remaining eight companions no longer rushed forward to attack the Ancients, and the scattered corpses of their dead companions warned them not to act rashly. This ancient human race did not stop his pace, click... Click... Click... As if nothing could stop him from moving forward. The sound of his footsteps not only trampling on the white sand, but also trampling on the hearts of everyone, whose hearts were constantly pressed and squeezed, and the abnormal heartbeat made everyone almost sweat and tremble.

"You choose to live like this, all the ancient people are your food and your tools... They fill you, they make you happy, they don't even look like the ancients anymore in your eyes..."The ancients squeezed each word out of his mouth very hard, he gritted his teeth, the cyan thread seeping into his eyes, every part of his body trembling slightly. His pace quickened again, and his figure disappeared from everyone's view once more.

Silent, the trembling footsteps just now had completely disappeared, but the trembling did not disappear with it. Without breath, everyone's breathing and wheezing disappeared with the disappearance of the footsteps of the ancient people, everyone subconsciously let their voices be erased, and their bodies felt suffocated and painful, but they couldn't let their bodies free themselves, they were no longer under their control.

Everything began to blur in their eyes, and the vertigo came at the eight at once, and their bodies had to make their own choice at this moment, "forward" or "backward". The bodies of the two men rushed forward, and the dust boiled in their bodies, stimulating the two of them, and although they were on the verge of losing consciousness, their bodies moved more and more agile and vigorous, very different from the two of them when they were awake. They ran forward, and in one breath, both of them rolled forward almost simultaneously, and in another breath, both of them rolled backwards at the same time, and a long crack appeared in the sand where they were before, and the flowing white sand quickly repaired the crack and returned the sand to its original appearance.

The figure of the Ancients appeared in Noad's eyes again, and surprise flowed in Noald and his silver eyes at the same time. It quickly vanished in the eyes of the Ancients, and stopped in the eyes of Noahd. The two companions suddenly became extremely athletic, while the other six companions ran towards them, their emerald eyes without the slightest light, sluggishness, or muna, which was perhaps the best way to describe their state at this time. A companion roared backwards towards Noord, hissing without a trace of anger, from which Nowell heard more fear, one of his companions laughed uncontrollably, he almost choked with laughter, his tears welled up with his snot, and his rough face made it difficult for Nowell to look directly at the moment, a companion ran a few steps and collapsed on the sand, the gap in the mutilated armor of the lower half of his body, a yellow liquid gradually flowed out, and a faint pungent smell wafted towards Noade, he involuntarily covered his nose with his right hand to stop the pungent smell from continuing to invade his nose, and a companion ran towards Noah with his hands and feetHe ran at great speed in a very uncoordinated position, and one of his companions curled up in the sand, his body not trembling in the slightest, but his rapid gasps kept coming to Noord's ears;

The last companion remained where he was, standing straight on the white sand, his body trembling violently, Nowell looked at his writhing body and his feet that he couldn't step on, and Noade's hands were infected with a slight tremble...

The two agile companions in front of the Ancient Race rushed towards him at the same time, one left and one right, stabbing the mutilated weapons in their hands at the same time from two different directions.