Holmagio was about to catch up on his prey.

Maybe just two steps, or maybe one step, he would be able to stomp Misda into meat sauce in front of him.

However, at this moment, somehow, Misda seemed to return to the light, and the speed of jumping on the wall suddenly increased.

"What?"

Holmagio frowned.

Misda's overly tenacious vitality made him think of cockroaches.

Many times you feel like you're about to trample cockroaches, but these unbeatable things can drag your severed limbs and stumps out of the way.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling indeed.

"Do you still have the strength to accelerate?"

"Was he hiding his strength before, or was something spurring his outburst?"

Following the direction in which Misda had fled, Holmagio stared.

Soon, he saw Misda's destination:

"Drain? I see..."

Holmagio saw through his opponent's intentions at a glance:

"Those drainage pipes are so narrow that they can't get into them if they don't get small."

"Misda's small size is an advantage there, and he can escape safely through the drain."

"And if I get smaller and go into the pipe to pursue, I won't have that size and strength advantage in front of him."

"But.... Huh..."

"You don't seem to understand, Misda."

I don't know what came to mind, and a sneer couldn't help but appear on the corner of Holmagio's mouth.

He didn't even quicken his pace in pursuit, he just followed Misda in such a casual manner.

Misda, on the other hand, jumped forward as best she could, completely ignoring the blood that flowed from her body.

Soon, he jumped in front of the drain with difficulty.

Misda began to scramble upwards, and soon got into the narrow drain.

However, I don't know what came to mind...

Instead of drilling deeper into the pipeline, as Holmagio had imagined, Misda stopped at the mouth of the pipe.

He turned around abruptly, leaned over the edge of the pipe, and looked like a front-line soldier lying on the edge of a trench.

"You're not running away?"

Holmagio asked, somewhat surprised.

"Is it useful to run away?"

"Your ability has a range of at least a few tens of meters, right?"

"My body is small and broken now, and I can't escape that far."

Misda sighed lightly, but there was no desperation in his tone:

"Besides, do you think I'm here just to escape?"

"I'm here just for the pipeline—"

"This pipe is made of iron, and the edge of this pipe... Call... You can't see a 'giant' like you, right? ”

"At the mouth of this pipe, there's a small metal bump."

As he spoke, he suddenly reached into his arms and groped for a while, and soon found a yellow and golden gadget.

It was a pistol bullet that he carried with him.

But Holmagio could only vaguely see Misda's movements, but he couldn't see what he had taken out.

No way, Misda has shrunk too much.

At this moment, the pistol bullets on his body, as well as his stand-in sexy pistol, have been reduced to small sand that is difficult for normal people to distinguish with the naked eye.

In this dimly lit situation, Holmagio couldn't see clearly at all.

But Misda was afraid that his opponent would not know how he died, and he deliberately raised the small bullet in his hand and explained to Hormagio:

"Don't you get it yet?"

"The bullet doesn't have to be put in a pistol to fire, its primer can be detonated as soon as it is hit by a firing pin."

"And now, the raised iron sheet of this pipe mouth can be used as a 'firing pin' to detonate the primer!"

"Detonating a primer?"

Holmagio was slightly stunned when he heard this:

What's the use of just detonating a primer?

Without the ballistic stability and airtight acceleration that the barrel of a pistol imparts, what power can a bullet be blown out of thin air?

Isn't this just setting off a firecracker?

Except for listening to the noise and seeing the ignition, there is no such thing as...

"Wait... Fire? Don't? ”

A very bad thought suddenly welled up in Holmagio's mind.

And Misda seemed to capture the emotional change at this moment, and he immediately said with a hot iron:

"You should be able to smell it, right?"

"The smell of biogas accumulated in this sewer!"

"The farther away from the manhole cover outlet, the stronger the smell becomes!"

"Now... Haha, as long as I detonate this bullet and light a ray of fire..."

Misda clenched the bullet in his hand tightly and shouted:

"You and I will both die in this fire!"

"What?!"

Holmagio's face changed slightly:

It turns out that Misda's purpose is not to escape at all, but to die with him!

This is the main sewer that collects a large amount of domestic sewage, and the smell of methane is really strong.

Of course, judging by the nose alone, it is difficult to say whether the biogas can reach the concentration of the detonation.

But if the biogas here really reaches a concentration that can be detonated, and Misda is a little more hot, then Holmagio, who was supposed to defeat his opponent, will really capsize in the gutter.

"What a dangerous tactic..."

"Being able to find an opportunity in this situation, it seems that I still have a low opinion of you."

Holmagio was amazed by Misda's wit and determination.

But his tone was not panicked at all.

"It's a pity, Misda."

"You just want to find a chance to die with me in a desperate situation, but you forget... No, I didn't understand it at all..."

"My stand-in ability!"

Holmagio stared at Misda tightly.

Misda was lying on the mouth of the pipe, one hand holding a bullet in the air, and was slamming it down against the metal mouth below.

Once it falls, Holmaggio's life will be decided by God.

But Holmagio doesn't intend to give Misda this opportunity:

"It takes me a long time to make objects smaller, but it only takes a split second to get them back to their original shape!"

"This is true not only for me, but also for you!"

"And now, take a look... Misda, where did you go? ”

"Is such a narrow pipe mouth enough to fit your huge body when it gets bigger?"

Holmagio's voice rang out in the darkness like a demon's whisper.

Then, just before Misda detonated the bullet, he whispered in his mind:

"Little Feet!"

"Get him back to his original state!"

In this moment...

Like fried popcorn, Misda's body swells and grows abruptly.

He suddenly changed from a dwarf of less than 30 centimeters to a tall man of 1.79 meters.

This is a good thing in normal times, but if you put it now, in this narrow drainage pipe... It's a horror movie through and through.

Misda's upper body is fine:

His upper body was originally poking out of the pipe, but now when it got bigger, it fell on the narrow concrete road of the sewer.

But his lower body, which is completely inside the pipe...

After this momentary expansion, the lower half of his body was forced together by the narrow drainage pipe, squeezing into a red cylinder less than twenty centimeters in diameter.

The front of the drain was completely stuffed with flesh and blood that had rotted into a paste.

This blow is no less powerful than a slash, and when it comes to weirdness and horror, it is far better than those mundane punishments.

"Ahh

Misda's groans of pain rang out in the sewers.

"You're not dead yet?"

Holmagio's expression was a little more shocked:

"You're only half of your body and you're still alive, you guy... Could it be some kind of monster? ”

"Huh... Hah..."

Misda laughed hard.

Not only is he not dead, but he is also sober:

"It's embarrassing to say, but..."

"I'm really confident when it comes to being beaten."

"Otherwise, I'm... There's no need for this tactic of self-inflicted loss of 3,000. ”

"Tactics?"

Holmagio's face changed slightly:

It's all like this, and Misda is still in the mood to say what tactics?

No, it's not just that...

Obviously suffering that level of injury suddenly, why didn't this guy show any horror at all?

Don't... Don't?

"I did it on purpose."

Misda gritted her teeth:

"I know you can make objects bigger in an instant, like the ballpoint pen that popped up in my pocket before."

"But I got into this narrow pipe anyway... After all..."

With only half of his body left, he still stared at Holmagio:

"If I don't get into this pipe, you're not going to make me bigger anyway, are you?"

"W-What?"

Holmagio shuddered:

"Are you just trying to make me make you bigger?"

"Before that, the so-called 'detonating biogas' tactic..."

"That's just a little trick to get you to make a decision quickly."

Misda replied coldly:

"Seeing someone who is about to 'die with him' with a bomb is too much for everyone to think about, right?"

"As long as there is a way to stop the enemy and keep yourself alive, I can't wait to use it, right?"

"It's like... That's what you just did. ”

Misda paused slightly, and her voice became even colder:

"So, Holmagio..."

"Guess where are my stand-ins now?"

Hearing this, Holmagio only felt creepy.

He suddenly realized that he had indeed overlooked:

Stand-in, where's Misda's stand-in?

The stand-ins had shrunk hundreds of times before a second, and the floating sand was hard to discern to the naked eye.

But when Misda gets bigger, the little ones should revert back to the size of bullets, about three centimeters tall.

The size of the bullet, plus the number of six, should be easy to see with the naked eye.

But now, Holmagio can only see Misda.

All six of his stand-ins are gone.

"In your lungs."

Holmagio suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He felt something strange in his body just now, but the pain was too light and was covered by other injuries, so he didn't care about it yet.

And now, the pain has flare-up like a river overturning the sea.

"A sexy pistol that is hundreds of times smaller is not lethal, but it can fly into your airways without you noticing."

"And when they turn back to their original form, these six little guys about the size of bullets will become very lethal weapons."

Misda stared at Holmagio.

There is no hatred in the eyes, no mockery, nothing more than a calm and exhaustion that belongs to the victors:

"Got it?"

"My sexy pistol, it's already in your body."