In that moment of life and death, Holmagio secretly calculated his chances of survival.

He was almost standing on the edge of the drain, in front of the rats that were about to move.

It only takes one leap for the rats to get the delicious cream figure back down the drain, and the whole process takes maybe less than a second.

From Misda pulling the trigger and the bullet out of the chamber, to the "bullet knights" finding that Holmagio suddenly became smaller and temporarily adjusting the trajectory, and finally driving the bullet with a greatly reduced speed after the turn, the whole process will take about 1 to 2 seconds.

Theoretically, he did have time to escape.

It's just that there are too many variables in this approach:

Hormagio needs to bet that Misda will aim for the head in order to kill him, rather than aiming at the ground in anticipation that he will get smaller.

He also needs to bet that the rats will jump out to hunt as soon as they get smaller, he needs to bet that the rats will turn around and return to the sewer as soon as they pick up the "food", and he needs to bet that the rat will be gentle and gentle, rather than biting his head with a mouth.

Infinite variables stacked together, making this escape a complete gamble.

The odds of winning this gamble are slimmer than buying a lottery ticket, and the stakes are Holmaggio's life.

But Holmagio had no choice.

Instead of giving up thinking in the face of death like a weakling, it is better to gamble with your own life for that glimmer of life.

This is his basic quality as a stand-in messenger.

Luckily, Holmagio won the bet.

Before the fourth bullet could spin nearly 90 degrees in the air and turn around, he managed to use his frosted body as bait to get a rat eager to snatch himself out of the lifeless Jedi.

But for a moment, it's like some kind of horror movie scene...

A shadow suddenly burst out of the dark abyssal cavern, dragging the human wandering at the entrance of the cave into the darkness in an instant.

It's just that Holmagio will become safe after falling into the darkness:

"Misda really doesn't have any sense."

"He can also orient himself by observing ants on the ground, and then let the stand-in parade through the air to find my location with the naked eye."

"But they can't see their fingers in this sewer, whether it's Misda or a sexy pistol, they can only rely on the naked eye to lock on to their targets, and it is absolutely impossible for them to fight in such a dark environment."

"Without that ability to accurately 'guide', the sexy pistol would no longer be able to ride a bullet to chase me."

Holmagio thought so calmly.

Just looking at the bland, relieved, and even faintly happy expression, I'm afraid no one will believe that he is now being held in the mouth by a mouse as food.

The sharp fangs dug deep into his shoulder, piercing Holmagio in half.

The rat scurried through the dark, narrow drain, and the two fangs firmly embedded in Holmagio's shoulders quivered violently between his flesh and bones.

Chiseling, twisting, grinding, grinding...

Half of his shoulder quickly rotted into a blur of mud.

The filthy, cloudy saliva of the rats mingled with the blood spilling out, and the unspeakable smell alone was enough to suffocate people.

The footsteps of the rats in the darkness were as dense and terrifying as the beat of a rapid drum, and the frenzied rat chirps stimulated by the smell of icing sugar and blood were even more terrifying.

But Holmagio is still enduring and still suffering.

Because he knows that this gamble is not completely over, and he is not completely safe yet.

But the danger does not come from Misda, who has lost his target and cannot pursue, but from the rats who have just saved his life.

The rats took his "cream stick" into the drain, but the space in the drain was too narrow.

He couldn't get much bigger here, or he would be squeezed alive by the narrow pipe.

So Holmagio could only wait patiently, or pray:

He had to pray that the rats would be patient and take him back into the wide sewers, instead of stopping in the narrow drain to eat.

In this way, Holmagio endured the pain of flesh tearing bones and shattering, gambling with his last life...

Tenacious, and lucky to survive.

Instead of cramming into the narrow drain, the rats took the delicious and tempting food around two bends and ran back to the main sewer where the drain was connected in a matter of seconds.

When I got to the main sewer, I felt a strong, disgusting, unpleasant stench.

The terrible smell of fermentation of all kinds of waste excrement makes people feel dizzy and want to vomit when they smell it.

But now, as if he had been reborn, Holmagio took a few deep breaths of the rich and greasy air without disgust.

Because no matter what the taste of the place is, at least the space is much larger.

As the main sewer for the treatment of municipal sewage, the ceiling here is more than one person high, and the floor is more than two meters wide.

On one side of the ground, there is a ditch with a large amount of foul-smelling sewage, and on the other side is a narrow platform specially built with cement for inspection and maintenance personnel to walk.

Rats are dirty, but they certainly don't like to eat very much.

So fortunately, Holmagio was taken directly to the relatively clean concrete narrow road by a mouse leap, and did not experience the terrible feeling of diving into the dung river.

"It's safe."

Holmagio let out a long sigh of relief.

The rats managed to bring the food back to their "restaurant", and their emotions began to become more intense.

The mouse that was holding Hormagio didn't seem to have any intention of sharing food with his companions, and as soon as he landed smoothly with Holmaggio, he opened his mouth to swallow the food.

"I'm sorry, you're useless."

Holmagio said goodbye to his savior in his heart:

"Little Feet, let me change back!"

The moment the mouse opened its mouth and swallowed downward, Holmagio's body suddenly swelled tenfold.

He was back to his original form in an instant.

And the mouse, who had been firmly biting Holmagio's shoulder with his mouth, suddenly expanded dozens of times after the food in his mouth suddenly expanded... Its appearance has become indescribably tragic.

The headless rat carcass was catapulted out.

Holmagio sat down against the wall of the sewer.

The other rats didn't seem to care about the strange deaths of their companions.

They gathered tightly around Holmagio, sniffing the smell of cream, which had grown dozens of times richer in size, and grinding their teeth with drool.

The rats' tiny heads couldn't figure out why their food had grown, and they would only watch greedily at the aroma of the food, and wander around in fear of Holmaggio's size.

Of course, Holmagio didn't bother to pay attention to these rats who ate sugar and couldn't kill people.

After being completely secured, he should concentrate on psychoanalyzing the current situation.

The first thing you need to confirm is your physical condition:

He was shot in the knee in one leg, and later he was bitten half of his shoulder and lost one arm.

For the stand-in messenger, this kind of damage is actually not too serious.

After all, he still has one leg to walk and one arm to use, so he can continue to fight.

Unfortunately, the situation is different now - he wants to fight, but the enemy will not be so stupid to accompany him.

"Damn... Why did it hurt the knee! ”

"I'm limping now, and if Misda was bent on escaping, I wouldn't have been able to stop him!"

Holmagio realizes that he has lost the ability to stop the enemy.

He couldn't help but feel remorse for his laxity, and felt helpless for the decline of the battle situation:

The power of Misda's bullets has actually shrunk dramatically.

If he could hide for a little longer, maybe a dozen seconds longer, Misda would have shrunk even further, to the point where he was almost no threat to him.

But not only did Hormagio fail to hide, but he was also unfortunate enough to be shot twice in the knee by Misda, who had little time left to kill.

"Misda must have shrunk to the point where it is no longer a threat."

"But I could only sit in the sewer with a broken leg in tow and watch my target escape!"

"Damn.... Damn it! ”

Holmagio gritted his teeth, but he hated himself.

But no matter how much he blames himself and how unwilling he is, he can't change the current situation of his leg injury.

Even the escape had to be aided by rats, so could he crawl back to the ground and catch up with the enemy?

"Wait... Mouse? ”

Holmagio thought of something.

He is a strong warrior after all, not an incompetent coward.

The negative emotions only lasted for two seconds, and Holmagio, who had just come to safety, immediately thought of a way to return to the battlefield

So, he couldn't help but lower his head, and in the darkness he tried to observe the rats who were still drooling at him, at the ice cream.

"That's right... The nose of a rat must be very powerful, right? ”

"If you want to eat ice cream so much, you can't help but run over to the taste, right?"

Hormagio suddenly began to talk to himself at the restless rats.

As he spoke, he staggered to his feet and cast his gaze at the foul-smelling underground culdrain in front of him.

In the next second, under the puzzled gaze of the mice, Holmagio suddenly jumped forward:

"Little feet, make me small!"

The body was more and more empty, and Holmagio turned himself into a little bit again.

He jumped into the sticky, greasy, turbid "chocolate river" and let the rushing water wash over his body.

When he immediately turns around and goes ashore...

He was already covered in thick soup, full of juice, and the ice cream wrapped around him had been completely replaced by something else.

Smelling such a smell and seeing such a scene, those rats who were originally salivating at Holmagio immediately stopped salivating -

My teeth are all grinded, and you're going to give me this?

These manic predators were in sage mode in an instant, and even if Hormagio was standing in front of them without hiding now, they could only find it boring.

"Haha."

Holmagio laughed to himself.

He unceremoniously stepped forward and grabbed the fur of a mouse's back, and then straddled it like a knight conquering a fiery horse:

"Hurry up, little mice, don't let me down."

"I don't have any food for you here, if you want food..."

"Just go back to the ground and get it!"

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