Chapter 33: Chop!

Blood flows.

After Qin Ran's whole person struggled slightly, he fell into the sofa, and soon his body stiffened, and his face was even darker.

"The half-demon bloodline is very strong."

"It's a pity that ......"

"You're not immortal!"

"I'm sorry."

Shackly muttered softly, and after an apology, he slowly pulled out his short knife, quickly pulled out the hidden seed in his arms, and dripped the blood from the knife on it.

Soon, the seed began to sprout.

And, at a speed visible to the naked eye, a flower bone grows, which looks very bright.

Then......

Burst!

Shackry stabbed himself in the heart with a backhand.

More blood, dripping down the blade onto the flower bones.

And Shackri, as if he didn't feel the pain at all, not only did not stop, but twisted the handle of the knife,

Suddenly, the wound suddenly became larger.

The blood was completely sprinkled on the flower bones.

Shackri staggered and fell to the ground unsteadily, his face as pale as paper, but full of excitement, anticipation, and relief.

"It's coming soon."

"Wait a little longer......"

"Wait a little longer......"

He kept babbling.

His blurred gaze kept staring at the slowly blooming flower bone.

It's like, back to that time again.

He watched as she was carried into the temple.

He watched as she was carried out of the temple.

Life and death are only moments.

But the difference is that at that time, he was incompetent, timid and cowardly.

Now he is still weak compared to that one, but ......

He could spare his life.

Once upon a time, he thought that life was the most important thing.

But only when you really experience that life is worse than death will you understand that being alive is sometimes worse than dying.

That day.

That moment.

It seems to be human torture, torturing him all the time.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw her eyes.

From the struggle of hope, to the numbness of despair, and finally to the bleak ashes.

She hated him.

He knows.

So, every day he would be dressed up neatly and neatly, he wanted him to be what she wanted him to be, and he wanted her soul to have a little comfort when she saw him.

He was paranoid that perhaps by doing so, she would find some comfort.

Is it ridiculous?

Ridiculous.

Just a few days later, Shackley slapped himself in the face, and then, a crazy plan popped into his head.

He kept this ridiculous look.

He faced everything with this ridiculous look.

He waited for his time.

He did not hesitate to die together.

Right now......

He waited.

He waited with guilt.

Feeling the rapid flow of power in his body, as if it were a thousand cuts, and his soul burned rapidly, as if hot oil was poured down, but Sakri smiled.

Pain of the flesh.

The pain of the soul.

What do these pains count?

More painful things have already been experienced by him.

Hurt?

It doesn't hurt.

Numb.

On the contrary, he felt a sense of relief that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm sorry."

"I can't tell you I'm sorry in person."

"But I'll take that bastard with me into purgatory—where I'll atone for you again!"

The blurred vision went completely dark.

Shackri fell on the bones of the blossoming flower.

Let the flower devour his body.

Three!

Two!

One!

The flowers are blooming, delicate and fragrant.

There was a sigh.

……

"Was it a surprise?"

The 'God of Forest City' looked at the 'Great Swamp' in front of him, a smile appeared on his cold face, and he licked his lips, his eyes full of malice.

"Do you need me to tell you something more unexpected?"

"For example: I've joined forces."

"When I fought you here, he had already begun to destroy the nodes of the leylines of Yancheng."

"It won't be long before the entire Yan City will collapse and fall apart!"

"And you, as the god of Yancheng, will enter an unprecedented state of weakness!"

The words of the 'God of Forest' were more malicious than his eyes.

However, to the surprise of the 'God of Forest City', 'Onuma' did not panic at all.

Not even the slightest panic.

"Still pretending to be calm?"

"Or do you think the array can't find the node of the Yancheng leyline?"

"Not only did you underestimate him, but you also overestimated your men."

"You don't think they're going to betray you?"

"You're so naïve!"

The 'God of Lin Cheng' sneered, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Something is wrong!

Faced with the question of life and death related to the entire Yan City, 'Da Marsh' couldn't be so calm, even if it was him, if the same situation happened in Lin City, he couldn't be so calm, although he usually treated those mortals like pigs and dogs.

Not to mention, Onuma loves his people very much.

The 'God of Forest City' looked at the 'big marsh' in front of him with bated breath.

The appearance is exactly the same.

The temperament is no different from what I remember.

If there are still people who imitate the appearance, how can the temperament be so similar, and the more important thing is the strength!

The kind of strength that breaks through his disguise!

It's definitely not something that mortals can achieve!

The other party still has a backhand?!

Unconsciously, such speculation appeared in the heart of the 'God of Lin Cheng'.

Such speculation caused him to squint, and the murderous intent in his eyes skyrocketed.

"I don't know what cards you have, but do you really think you'll be able to beat me after leaving the earth?"

The 'God of Lin Cheng' seemed to be talking for a long time, but the power in his body rolled and gathered like a tide.

"Didn't you leave Lin Cheng too."

'Onuma' said indifferently.

"It's different!"

"How could this be the same!"

"I already arranged it!"

"And you?"

"Just a big fool blinded by false reality!"

"'Onuma', you have to remember that in the next life, you must find truly loyal subordinates!"

As if thinking of something proud, the 'God of Forest City' laughed loudly, but before he could finish laughing, his voice stopped abruptly.

The power in the body of the 'God of Forest City', like the waves of the sea, became sluggish.

This kind of stagnation is like an iron net, firmly binding the 'God of Forest City'.

Not only is he unable to move, but he is also rapidly consuming his strength.

The mutation stunned the 'God of Forest City'.

But immediately, his astonishment turned to disbelief.

Because, he saw 'Onuma' draw a purple, demonic greatsword.

That's not Onuma's weapon.

The ...... who used this weapon

It's not Onuma!

If it's not Onuma, who will it be?

"Who are you?!"

The 'God of Forest City' shouted and asked.

There was no answer.

There was only a sword cut off.

Only—

Kill!

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