Sensing the changes in Boris's body, the Star Lion was the first to react, and suddenly retracted his gnawing action, and his sturdy four feet stepped down hard at the same time, and his body fell gently next to Elf, baring his teeth and roaring at Boris.

And Sean and Lance on the side also quickly came to the captain's side to converge, holding weapons, hands with bruised tendons, and a slightly nervous and solemn look on their faces, they still remember Boris who had died once before, and his strength had skyrocketed after resurrection.

"Captain, what's going on?" Lance asked as he sensed Boris's increasingly powerful aura.

"I'm afraid it wants to force a promotion. ”

"Promotion?"

Elf nodded as he stared at Boris's magical brilliance all over his body as it began to flicker, and explained, "It was promoted to the fifth rank by relying on a magician who had devoured a large number of other paths, and now it plans to forcibly digest the remaining potion crystals in its body. ”

"What should I do?" Lance seemed to be a little frightened, and his body trembled.

"Do it, stop it. ”

After saying that, the silver crown on Elf's head flashed, and a blurred illusory red moon suddenly appeared in the sky shrouded in black mist, sprinkling a large area of crimson moon and falling on Boris and the others.

"Pseudo-Red Moon Realm"

Sean, who lost his hearing and didn't know what was happening, felt the magic and mental injuries in his body begin to recover, and watched Boris, who was covered in thunder, instantly drop his breath in the moonlight.

When Lance, who was beside him, took out a shabby rag doll with faint black smoke wafting from his arms and a rough face that could not be seen clearly, Sean somewhat understood that he was preparing to continue attacking Boris.

Randomly took out a gold and blue bullet from his pocket and pressed it into the shotgun, Sean didn't pick the bullet this time, after all, this shotgun is too expensive for himself, and only two shots will drain all the magic power when it is full of magic, speaking of which, if it weren't for the magic power gradually recovered in the crimson moonlight, he wouldn't be able to use this gun at all now.

Thinking that he took out the dagger 'Dark Night' and handed it to Miss Skeleton who was watching the play on the side, her overall strength is not weak, at least she can deal with Boris for a long time, but she doesn't seem to have any fighting spirit, after all, her appearance is just an accident.

Click!

"Lend it to you. Seeing Miss Skeleton with a puzzled look, Sean hurriedly said, for fear that she would throw away the dagger like a black spear that was not weak.

'Night' is not the same as the unknown spear, it is an extraordinary item that belongs to him, and Shaun will be distressed if it is broken.

Click!

Miss Skeleton didn't say anything polite to Sean, nodded and took the dagger, and with a wave of her hand, a crack broke through the barriers between reality and the spirit world, waiting for a quiver full of arrows and a small full-body metal armor to appear on the ground after the gray mist cleared.

The size of the armor matches the shape of Miss Skeleton, the whole body is black, and there are decorative gold patterns on the surface, which converge into a heraldic pattern on the chest, but it is not real to see when it is erased, and there is a scarlet cloak full of scars on the back, which seems to be counting the various tragic battles experienced by the master.

The short figure straddling the warhorse, with a flame in his eyes, threw the 'dark night' in his hand back to Sean, and then the armor scattered violently, turning into pieces and wearing it automatically on her body wrapped in gray light.

Wearing the armor, the majestic Miss Skeleton immediately pulled out the rusty one-handed sword around her waist, and with a strong swing, the rust on the sword body fell off one after another, and then the rust formed a black inscription in the air, which was reattached to the long sword.

A faint and dangerous aura spread from the sword.

Feeling the strange power of the long sword, this time even Elf and the busy Lance turned their heads to look at each other, and after glancing at each other, the captain opened his mouth with a strange face, and held back again.

Miss Skeleton didn't care about the surprised crowd around her, her head covered by a metal helmet flashed, driving her horse forward slowly, and the long sword in her hand swung downward, ready to pick up the quiver on the ground.

Then the blade of the sword sliced through the air with a whistling, and Miss Skeleton stood in place with her long sword.

......

She fell short.

It was only at this moment that Sean understood why he could always feel a strong sense of incongruity, and the length of the Skeleton on a horse and the one-handed sword could not touch the ground at all.

Can she use her sword to slash at an enemy lying on the ground?

Poof...

Click!

Sean looked at the swerving head and the dark blue helmet, and immediately covered his mouth to retract his laughter, because he noticed that Miss Skeleton, who had always been indifferent, seemed to be a little angry.

Before Sean could finish sighing at Miss Skeleton's skillful action of turning over and dismounting to pick up the quiver, the rag doll in Lance's hand suddenly flashed black light, and began to swing his limbs and struggle, as if he was alive, and he also looked very flustered, and hurriedly threw the rag doll towards Boris, who was surrounded by thunder.

The ragdoll immediately stood up and stared at Boris in front of him, and after a few moments, the doll's appearance changed, its body expanded and twisted as if it had been injected with a large amount of gas, and then it grew a single horn, six sharp claws, strong lower limbs, and a fishtail.

Is this the ragdoll-like Boris III?

The doll's version of Boris ignored the surprised Sean, grinned and let out a silent roar and ran straight towards Boris II.

Perhaps seeing the confusion on Sean's face, Lance beside him opened his mouth to explain: "This is a cursed puppet, it will imitate the appearance of a creature around it, and will devour all the flesh and memory of the imitator, so as to achieve the purpose of its own resurrection, which belongs to the more dangerous existence of C-class seals." ”

"Ah, I can't hear what you say. Sean saw Lance keep talking to him, pointing to his bloodied ear and yelling.

“...”

"He's introducing you to the identity and abilities of the Muppets. Elf, who found Sean's question not far away, did not speak, but a gentle voice came directly into Sean's head.

"Oh. Sean was not surprised by Elf's methods, nodded and asked, "What does the captain need me to do now?" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Miss Skeleton, who was straddling the war horse, and the battle intent in the eyes of the two 'people' burned brightly.

The time for revenge has come.

Elf shook his head and said, "Don't do it, the puppet will take care of it." ”

"Huh?"

"A runaway person who is ready to be forcibly promoted will not succeed at all under the weakening of the Red Moon, let alone the help of the cursed puppets. ”

"We're just watching?" replied Sean, gritting his teeth.

"Yes, don't get involved in the Muppet fight, it's far more dangerous than the runaway one. ”

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"Didn't you ask too?"

“...”

Looking at the captain who was out of tune again, Sean held back the anger in his heart, and looked at the battle in the distance in disbelief, although Boris's promotion aura has dissipated and the injuries on his body have gradually deteriorated in the moonlight, but he still has no power to fight back against the puppet, if it weren't for the puppet not being afraid of injury, it is estimated that he would have been killed by Boris long ago.

Is it really okay?

However, looking at Elf with a determined face, Sean did not ask any questions, walked to Miss Skeleton, who began to be in a daze after hearing that nothing happened, sat on the ground with her back against the thigh of the war horse, and began to relieve the tense nerves and rest.

Anyway, you don't need to do it yourself.

......

Far away on a warship off the coast

A black-robed man in a white bird's beak mask and a similarly dressed black-robed woman stood side by side on the splint of a warship, staring intently at a mirror, followed by several men in naval uniforms and a one-eyed man in ordinary attire.

The soldiers standing guard and patrolling around all turned a blind eye to such a suspicious figure, and vaguely looked at the two black-robed men led by them, with a bit of fanaticism in their eyes.

The picture in the mirror is a scene of Boris fighting with the puppets, and as time passes, the flesh of Boris II's body gradually disappears, and the corresponding parts of Boris the Muppet appear with his disappeared flesh.

"It looks like it's going to die. The black-robed woman patted her towering chest and said in a seductive tone, "Originally, people were quite satisfied with it." ”

The masked man didn't answer at all, but turned to leave, and the cold voice sounded again: "If you make another mistake, No. 2 will be the end." ”

Several people behind him hurriedly stood up straight, stretched out their right hands and pointed in front of their hearts, but a lot of sweat oozed from their foreheads, obviously betraying the fear in their hearts.

"Hey, don't you want your new toys?" asked the black-robed woman in a charming voice as she looked at the masked man leaving.

"It's just a pawn to find a way. ”

"Chess pieces?" the black-robed woman chewed on the word, and suddenly burst out laughing inexplicably, while patting the floor exaggeratedly, and laughing, "Is it used to get to the bottom of the night watch, or is it used to see the private detective?" 3143 Mr. 3143, oh, no, you should be called Mr. Chris. ”

The masked man suddenly stopped when he heard the voice, the magic power on his body began to surge, and a terrifying aura diffused with the voice, "Sometimes people who are too smart often don't live too long, 3... 1...2...5 Miss. ”

The black-robed woman or 3125 laughed out loud again: "You can't kill me, and you want Mr. Chris, you don't realize that Mr. Detective is very similar to 314 when he grows up..."

Click!

Before she finished her words, Chris not far in front of her directly clenched his erected right hand, and then 3125's head turned in a sharp direction, and his body collapsed directly to the ground, spitting out a large patch of blood from his bright lips, but the strange thing was that he still couldn't see her full face clearly.

"He's mine. An angry voice spat out of Chris's mouth, not caring if 3125 could hear it, and said again: "If you have trouble, I will personally send you to the bottom of the black abyss." ”

After saying that, he restrained the terrifying aura emanating from his body, and walked to the cabin step by step, only he knew the cruel smile outlined at the corner of his mouth under the mask.

Found you, my dear brother.