After the fierce battle, he couldn't bear to be torn apart, Moyok was tragically affected, and his body was scratched by stray bullets in many places, Morax was not spared, he was cut in his throat, splashed blood, fortunately did not hurt the arteries, and happened to be at the junction of life and death.

"You! Master......! ”

As long as he could rely on Eve's strength again, this wound would soon heal - if the other party hadn't meant to do so, he would have thought so.

"Actually...... You're in luck. However, it will not be so lucky after that. ”

Meratra shrugged her shoulders and shook her head regretfully, the bleeding was already coming out - this guy still knew how to control the incision and depth, Morax gave up thinking and ripped off the sleeve on his left shoulder to urgently bandage himself.

Of course, this kind of first aid is not good, and even stopping the bleeding is very perfunctory, but if you don't give first aid first, you may die in this kind of place immediately.

“…… What's so funny? ”

Meratra posed as ready to attack, but there was only infinite confusion on her face. If it weren't for his personal name, Morax might not have noticed that the corners of his mouth were smirking uncontrollably.

"Nothing. It's just that the thought that it's the first time we've played against each other, but it always makes me feel like we've played against each other several times. ”

"Speaking of which...... Me too. But perhaps it is just that this battle is inseparable, which is why there is such an illusion...... I don't think so. ”

"Meratra, you're really strong."

"Looks like we're a good fit, Morax. There are quite a few people who share the same opinions, and maybe we meet somewhere else and have the opportunity to become good friends. ”

"That's right."

"But, as I found your reasoning, our positions are not the same, so don't think that delaying time in this way will help the wound heal quickly! I said I wouldn't give you the lead again! ”

Meratra struck with a smile on his face, pulled out a new torture instrument, slashed Vabra and stabbed Ra, his neat movements were like the slaughtering master in a slaughterhouse, boldly showing off a wave of unique skills.

- What does it mean to be serious? It should have been the loss of two proud companions, but Morax didn't feel anything, but was more excited and encouraged by him.

The bullets that don't have long eyes continue to roam the battlefield, and the soul of the berserker drives the instinct of the two sides to fight.

The high-speed battle unfolded, the earth's crust changed, the space was distorted, and the miasma attack that our side swayed with all our might also responded with considerable strength, triggering the phenomenon of air collapse.

The two sides fought in the dark, and it was difficult to separate, of course, as soon as Morax found an opportunity, he would cut into the corner to attack the vital point of Meratra, and the same was true for Meratra.

The surface continues to offer mournful pleas such as rejection and rejection, but the more intense conflict has become like a bomber, radioactive and indiscriminate destructive.

Necrotic cells expanded outward from the ground, more agitated bombing orders were given, thunderous attacks were slashed, and even the chiseled craters could smell the slightest smell of burning.

The two sides continued to unleash their strength to the limit, and when Morax came to his senses, there was only one legion left around Mo, but Morak was not much better, his scythe was rusted, his armor was shattered, and his body was covered with slashing injuries in many places.

It's like a candle in the wind.

At this time, Morax remembered what Morax had said to him earlier, that is, the liberation of power and something like that. Indeed, it was time to liberate him after retrieving Moro and return it to the legions who had been with him to this day.

However, Morax still felt that the time was not right.

With a blank face, Meratra looked back at the wreckage of the torture instruments that had fallen to the ground, more than a dozen, which were every torture instrument he had used in this battle, and it could be regarded as Morax's painstaking masterpiece.

While Morax was betting on combat power, on the other hand, Meratra was constantly replacing torture instruments, and the result was like this.

Both sides are already in a state of devastation, but the mental exhaustion should be more considerable than physical fatigue.

Because Morax and Meratra are actually challenging one thing.

"Hey, Meratra, answer me: haven't you ever really killed anyone?"

As if the question was more striking to Meratra's wound than a sharp blade, he could not answer it at the first time, but as if he did not want to run away casually, he waited for a while to hear a risky response:

"[also]...... Is it? That's right, that's how it is. Morax, you really saw through my sincerity at that time, and the intention at that time was to do this kind of thing? ”

"Of course not."

"I think so."

Then, as if reminiscing about the past, Meratra confessed:

"When uninformed people hear the rumors inside, most of them will think that we, the inhabitants who live in the shadows, are some kind of demons. The inside is indeed a holy place sealed with the Seven Great Demons, and it is the only treasure inside us, but in fact, in a lawless and unregulated world, we don't deliberately kill for the sake of killing. ”

“……”

"We were founded with the original purpose of achieving complete freedom, and in order to promote this justice, we have eliminated all laws, restrictions and contracts, but under the expansion of excessive freedom, it has become a hotbed for more illegal activities of criminals."

"That's really sad."

"I can't deny your idea. Personally, though, I stick to the original idea that I won't point the tip of my knife at others for my own selfish desires or venting, because I've been through the civil war within the organization, and I'm well aware of the dark side of the bloody battlefield. ”

Morax couldn't help but reflect on himself, because compared to Meratra's experience, his birth and past were like strawberries in a greenhouse, not worth mentioning, neither wars nor bloodshed.

"But that's no longer the case. Morax, I have been ordered by the King to take down all the Dukes and Eve in your possession, so I will surely kill you with all my might—be prepared to be the first corpse in my hands. ”

The atmosphere contracted suddenly, and Morax could faintly perceive that the flow of air around him had slowed down. Does this guy still have tricks that he didn't use?

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More than a dozen torture instruments - this is the weapon that Meratra can use, and for ease of use, the guy will label each torture instrument with a number......

The Iron Maiden, the Bitter Pear, Catherine's Great Wheel, Judas' Hanging, the Supreme Crocodile Shear—the guy really didn't specify the number of torture instruments, number—

"Is there still a Zero?"

Meratra's chest became dark red and swollen, like an overworked boiler ready to explode at any moment. The vicissitudes of life's face became even more pink, and countless lines broke out on his body—that must be his blood vessels.

In short, under the sturdy body of Meratra, the visible blood vessels of the whole body were ignited one by one.

"Time Mechanism Type Zero - Shameless Bull."

I don't know which different dimension summoned him, and behind Meratra appeared a golden iron bull that was far more majestic and huge than Izanozun.

The shining horns burn with a scorching flame; The water-blue eyes take in all things; The killing intent it exudes illustrates Meratra's anger.

It is not so much a torture instrument as a "battery".

"That's what execution...... Morax, it is said that the first person to die under the mouth of this golden bull was its maker, and then it fell into my hands, and you will be the first to die in my hands. ”

Goosebumps crawled all over Morax's body, and judging by the appearance of this battery, the destructive power of the shelling could wipe out a city in an instant.

Saliva was dripping from the corners of Meratra's mouth, and he looked half-dead, which showed that summoning this thing had exhausted all his remaining physical strength.

"Is this your last bet? If so, as long as I survive this guy's shelling, I've won. ”

"That'...... You have to survive to do that...... Yes. ”

This guy is dying, and the most effective way to stop this behemoth is to defeat the spellcaster, but once it is attacked, Meratra will unleash the power of the golden bull, but the gains outweigh the losses.