The first to move was Wu Hao.

In the office of the Misty Shadow Hero, he had already experienced the terrifying speed and tricky angle of the Blood Mist Claw, and in this sense, the right to attack first must not be let go. The arc burned on him, and Wu Hao squatted down, which was his preparation for the sprint.

Wait a minute!

He squinted his eyes suddenly, feeling that something was abnormal, the abnormality came from the attitude of the Misty Shadow Hero (Tenth Apostle), in the face of Wu Hao's upcoming attack, he did not put on any defensive posture, his hands were lowered under the black robe, and he looked like he was smiling but not smiling.

There is fraud!

Wu Hao frowned, suddenly rushed back, and gave up the attack. He grabbed the waist of the somewhat confused maid with one hand and flashed to the side.

Temperatures plummeted.

As Wu Hao had guessed, without warning, countless white icicles appeared on the ground, and they were stretched out in one piece, forcing in the direction of the Tenth Apostle.

The Tenth Apostle smiled slightly, and watched as the red mist that shrouded the streets rolled rapidly, and the shadows of evil spirits appeared on it, and they swam in front of their master, helping him block the attack.

Hiss!

The white color is eroded by the red, and the icicles dissolve quickly like syrup. This is a matter of course, the red mist is the nemesis of all inorganic matter, and it is only a matter of seconds for the Tenth Apostle to dissolve the diamond as long as he wants.

But they are afraid of fire.

Rumble!

Like a volcanic eruption, orange flames burst through the air. This is a hundred times larger than the fireball thrown by the powder keg at the Misty Shadow Hero Office. Tongues of fire burned everything around them with impunity, and most of the streets were gone. Heroes and residents fled. Even Wu Hao, with the maid lady, jumped to the top of the hill and watched the battle.

The flames easily took ownership of the street, and the Tenth Apostle, who stood in the middle of the road, was also drowned in the flames. However, the instigator of the flames, the Ghost of Ice and Fire, was not optimistic, and he crouched on the telephone pole on the roof of the residential building, looking solemn.

The sea of fire parted.

The Tenth Apostle stood in the middle of the scorched pavement like Moses parting the sea. No, he wasn't standing at the moment, he was floating there. The black robe on his body had been reduced to ashes in the flames, and so was his mask. At this moment, the Tenth Apostle is a collection of red mist, without hands, feet, and faces, like a ghost.

"I say heroes,"

The Ghost of Ice and Fire smiled and addressed the heroes, but his eyes were fixed on the Tenth Apostle floating on the road, with monstrous murderous intent in it.

"You guys are making trouble in the west of the city, with my permission?"

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The Spectre of Fire and Ice remembers witnessing Olmet's death at the time and at the same time as it is now, the dawn of dawn.

Every month in the early morning of the seventh day of the lunar calendar, the Ghost of Ice and Fire meets Olmet at the Fountain Square in Hosu City, a secret agreement between the two. Following Ormet's advice, the Ghost of Ice and Fire escapes into the darkness after being released from prison, and the Ghost of Ice and Fire inquires for information about the evil party that is committing crimes, and Olmet contacts the police to hunt him down on his own - he has the right to do so.

And on that day, what he saw was a hero who had run out of oil.

Ormet is worthy of Ormet, even though his heart was pierced and blood flowed all over the ground, he still stood like a flagpole, and [I am for everyone] forcibly renewed his vitality. But the Ghost of Fire and Ice knew he was dying.

The hero of salvation found him, and he smiled wryly and spat out a mouthful of blood, saying, "You shouldn't have come." ”

Following Olmet's eyes, he saw the camera on the streetlamp, he was not invisible, the camera captured his figure very clearly - perhaps this was also the murderer's trick, blaming him for killing the savior.

But the Ghost of Ice and Fire didn't care about these things, he didn't care about these trivial matters now, and he quickly approached his idol. His chest was torn and his organs were damaged, like the claw marks of a wild beast. Blood gushed out, like red gas attached to the edge of the wound, preventing it from healing.

The Spectre of Fire and Ice carefully applied freezing to the wound, but to no avail. The red gas easily dissolved the ice cubes of the wound, like a taunt to the Spectre of Fire and Ice.

"The Lord of the Infinity Tower is above," Olmet's voice was weak, as if resigned to his fate, "don't do this useless work, I know my own body." ”

As a high-end ability, the Ice and Fire Ghost certainly knows the current state of Olmet. The source of the [I am for all] power in his body has been transferred (the Ghost of Ice and Fire does not know if this ability was forcibly taken or if Olmet volunteered), and all that remains is the ashes of the campfire.

He had fallen a few minutes earlier, only to know that the Ghost of Ice and Fire was coming, and forcibly burned his will.

"Who--that?"

The Ice and Fire Ghost asked word by word, his voice filled with monstrous anger.

"Don't take revenge, kid. Don't get revenge. Ormet smiled weakly, "Remember what I said, reciprocating malice with malice, and ...... Ahem, ahem! ”

He coughed up another mouthful of blood.

The Spectre of Fire and Ice had always listened to Olmet, but when his idol's life was extinguished, he decided not to listen.

"Who did it?"

The Ghost of Ice and Fire spoke faster and his voice slowed. At first glance, it seemed that he had given in to Olmet, and it was just a customary inquiry, but Olmet, who was familiar with the ghost of ice and fire, heard the hatred that lurked beneath the words—he did not give up.

"Listen to me, child," Olmet repeated the words, "no revenge. ”

His shriveled palms trembled as he grabbed the arm of the Fire and Ice Ghost.

"There are two kinds of people in the world, those who save lives and those who take lives, and I always hope that you can be the former."

"Be a good hero, Ghost of Fire and Ice."

After saying the last request before the end of his life, Olmet's hand slipped slightly.

He's dead.

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It's raining.

The Ice and Fire Ghost knelt on the ground, looking at the posture of his spiritual idol, and was silent for a long time.

Olmet's expectations of him were too good, he had killed people, killed many people. Although all the people killed were the tumors and pustules of society, he knew very well that he could not go back.

He once aspired to be a hero, but he saw too much darkness in society. finally rekindled a little hope for society, but it was completely extinguished because of the death of his idol.

You're wrong, Ormet.

In addition to those who save lives and those who take lives, there is a third type of people in the world.

The Ghost of Ice and Fire stood up on the telephone pole, his eyes staring at the red ghost shrouded in malice below, and the murderous intent of the enemy in his eyes.

His two wings were spread, one was burning with flames, the other was covered with ice, and only a "bang" could be heard, which was the sound of breaking through the sound barrier.

The third type of people are people like me, who save lives by taking lives!