Holmagio struggled to lie down at the mouth of the sewer.

He hooked the ladder firmly with his still intact leg to keep himself on his feet, and leaned his rotten shoulder against the edge of the manhole cover to support himself.

Blood gushed through the indistinguishable black and red filth, and the suffocating stench slowly fermented in the air.

He looked like a rat that had already been marinated in the sewers.

But even so, Holmagio's free hand, the only one intact, still firmly grasped Misda's calf at the moment, and grabbed his victory.

"Holmagio..."

This strange name was finally imprinted in Misda's heart in such a profound way.

He finally realized how serious his previous mistake was.

This mistake was not only that he had overcounted the enemy's mobility, but that he had neglected the enemy's willpower.

Holmagio is right, they are the same kind of people:

Men like them will never give up lightly until they have completed their mission.

"The one who is going to complete the mission now is me Holmagio!"

Hormagio's roar was like thunder.

His hand gripped Misda's calf like a pincer.

Misda felt the weight of her legs, and at the same time smelled the despair that suddenly filled the air.

He instinctively wanted to fight back.

But now his hands were still occupied by the large ice cream bucket, and he was so suddenly unable to react to the attack that he shot more than ten times slower than usual.

But Holmagio was more aggressive and decisive than him.

He knew that this was probably his last chance, so he must not let up in any way.

Without even giving the slightest chance to fight back, the moment he caught Misda in the calf, Holmagio began to violently force backwards, pulling Misda's body from the ground.

Now Misda is only more than 40 centimeters, and the whole body shape is not as good as those well-developed one-year-old children.

Under the sudden force of Holmagio, he lost his center of gravity in an instant, and then he was dragged into the air by a large hand without resistance.

Immediately after, Holmagio swung his arm down...

Misda immediately turned into a humanoid meteor hammer and slammed into the ground on the other side in an extremely tragic manner.

Bang!

The hard cement and the soft flesh collided with an unpleasant muffled sound.

The bones of Misda's body trembled violently in the impact, and half of his body was ground into a blur of flesh and blood from the collision with the ground.

And the worst part...

In this brutal impact, his revolver smashed out of control.

"Oops!"

Misda's heart shook in agony.

As an AD, all his abilities are on this firearm.

For him, no matter how much bullet power is reduced, it is better than nothing, and no gun is the real end of the road.

Misda struggled to reach for the smashed revolver that had been thrown away, but Holmagio didn't see a chance for his enemies to rearm.

Before Misda could even straighten his hand, the big hand that was firmly gripping his calf suddenly sent another tremendous force.

Unable to stop it at all, unable to struggle, Misda rose into the air again under this huge force.

He had absolutely no chance to pick up his own gun.

But the enemy has a lot of strength to torment him.

That's it, it's like paying homage to the classic picture of the Hulk beating Loki...

Holmagio clutched Misda's shin tightly, frantically, furiously, and incessantly, slamming back and forth against the hard concrete floor.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

It sounds like someone is beating a leaky drum with a sledgehammer.

The voice was low, dense, and creepy.

And in this continuous impact, Misda's body was already a blur of flesh and blood.

He felt his bones wailing.

The pain seeped into the flesh with the impact, like a tidal wave on the shore.

This kind of tragedy continued, for a long, long time.

For a long time, the abuser himself felt a little numb in his scalp:

"Not dead yet?"

"I should... You've smashed it dozens of times, right? ”

Holmagio was struck by Misda's vitality.

He was a little tired from swinging the "hammer", but the "hammer" of Misda was still panting.

Although the reduction of body size can indeed greatly increase the tolerance of physical shocks, it will not be strong enough to smash for half a day.

There is no doubt that this can only be the toughness and talent of Misda himself.

"Let's die quickly..."

"Then you will be freed sooner!"

Holmagio, of course, does not have half a penny of merciful for the enemy.

Seeing that Misda's body was so resistant to beating, he immediately increased his strength, increased the frequency, and did his best to complete the execution.

"No... And so on... Will die! ”

Misda struggled to hold on in pain.

He had lost the pistol he relied on to fight, and even his own freedom and life were in the hands of his enemies.

But even so, after the three-day journey, he unconsciously tempered the belief of never giving up.

"Anyway..."

"First... Let's survive it! ”

That's all that thought left in Misda's mind.

And now it is almost impossible for him to do anything to Holmagio, and the only breakthrough can only be in himself.

So, the next time I was smashed to the ground...

Misda strained her body backwards and pressed her grabbed leg down.

Of course, this small movement can't break free from Holmaggio's restraints, but it can make his knees protrude as much as possible so that they are the first to make contact with the ground when they hit.

As a result, almost all of the impact is borne by the knees.

The tremendous force exerted on the relatively fragile knee joints caused the knee to erode and break the bones.

Mori Bai's bones shattered on the ground like this, leaving only the flesh and soft tendons that had not yet rotted away and barely maintained the surface of the stump leg.

And Holmagio is still undecided about it.

Having entered King Kong mode, he now just wants to quickly smash the bugs in his hands to death.

Without looking closely, Misda had just smashed his knee on the ground, and he immediately habitually used a huge force to pull back upwards.

Seeing that Misda's body was about to rise again.

But this time, he jerked out his hands as he was being dragged and firmly grasped a small raised piece of cement on the ground.

The hands in front of him clung to the cement block, and the calves in the back were dragged back violently under the tremendous force of Holmagio.

Just pull and pull...

The knee that had been smashed to pieces was broken in the splatters of blood.

It's like being pulled down a short piece of spicy strips, and when you pull it down, it always makes people get a hand of shocking red oil.

Holmagio was holding a severed limb in his hand.

Misda, on the other hand, was freed from her shackles and regained her freedom in such pain.

However, his body broke free of Holmaggio's grip and began to fall uncontrollably downwards again.

Soon, Misda's body grazed Holmagio's body tightly, and under the effect of gravity, it fell into the gap at the mouth of the manhole cover, and fell to the ground of the sewer.

"What?!"

Holmagio was taken aback.

He immediately lowered his head to look for Mista's traces:

Misda had now fallen into the narrow concrete path of the sewer, struggling to hold on to the broken leg and staggering to his feet.

Seeing this scene, Holmagio, who had just been instinctively surprised, suddenly calmed down again:

"It's just a stubborn resistance..."

"I didn't have a weapon, and I broke one of my legs in order to break free."

"Such an approach is merely a mechanical enactment of the 'never give up' credo, and it has no purpose other than to allow yourself to live a little longer."

Although Holmagio himself was shot in the knee and injured his shoulder, he was not in very good shape.

But compared to Misda, whose body has shrunk to this extent, has been seriously injured by the impact all over his body, and has also cut off one of his legs, Holmagio still has an absolute advantage.

Especially the previous smash that lasted for an unknown number of times, that level of damage was no joke.

Now Misda was covered in bruises and blood, and could only hold on to the wall, holding on to the last leg and struggling to jump forward with this short, broken body.

At this rate, he couldn't escape Holmaggio's pursuit no matter what.

"What a stubborn guy."

Holmagio sighed in a complicated tone.

He climbed down the ladder unhurriedly, slowly gaining his footing in the sewers.

At this time, Misda had just held on to the filthy sewer wall and jumped out less than two meters.

"Give it up."

"I'll let you die a little more this time."

Holmagio limped forward.

This step was in Misda's ears, and it sounded like a Tyrannosaurus rex was chasing after him.

"Damn... Is there really no hope? ”

Misda didn't stop moving forward, but a wave of despair poured out of her heart.

For like this dark and filthy sewer, he does not see the light at all:

Seriously wounded, without a pistol, he couldn't even run away.

So what else can he do now?

Misda questioned herself in her mind:

Do you have to fight back with your fists?

It's impossible, his body is shrinking like a baby, and even if he is not injured, he will not be able to cause any effect on the enemy.

Or, rely on your own stand-in sexy pistol?

That's even more of a dream.

Misda's body has now shrunk to just over 30 centimeters, about 6 times smaller in height, and 26 times smaller in size.

Sexy pistols, which are normally the size of a bullet, are now reduced to a tiny grain of sand as their bodies shrink in equal proportions.

If you want to kill someone with such a little guy, you have to make a big hole in his own head, which is perfectly protected by a skull, and then invite the little ones to come in and cause trouble without any defense.

Otherwise, if you can't attack the most fragile and important brain...

This kind of small stand-in, which is difficult for a normal person to distinguish with the naked eye, is unlikely to cause any effective damage to the enemy:

Attacking from the outside doesn't even count as tickling, attacking from the inside ... It is estimated that at most, it will be able to make a gastric perforation.

"What should I do?"

"What the hell am I going to do?"

Misda asked over and over again in her mind.

At the same time, he kept moving forward – even though he didn't know where he could go or how far he could go.

The road ahead was still dark, but Misda's pace never slowed down.

Because he knew that if he just stopped, there really wasn't any possibility.

And so, in the midst of this darkness...

Through the faint rays of sunlight leaking from the mouth of the manhole cover, Misda could see clearly the narrow pipe exit on the wall not far ahead.

"That's... Drainpipe? ”

Misda's eyes lit up.

He seemed to have found it, found a ray of light in this endless darkness:

"That place, as long as you can get to that place..."

"I still have hope!"