"Put, let me down!"

Hiluda pursed her lips, and at this moment she completely collapsed into Garon's arms, the tip of her nose was full of the other party's invasion of *slightly*sexual*, and her cheeks were flushed.

She's not a woman who doesn't know how to be flexible, but now she looks like this, she feels very ashamed, obviously with his ability, he can solve the problem with just a light push, why did it develop like this?

As for Garon, sorry, he didn't hear Heroda at all.

People who often walk between life and death will always have a keen intuition about danger, because by repeating a process countless times, the brain will force you to remember him, get used to him, and resist him.

When Garon escaped from the other dimension, he also planned to deal directly with Budol's attack, but after getting close to the opponent's fight, he changed his mind.

Holding Heluda in his arms was uncertain if any other way could save the woman, as if he wasn't out of danger now.

Budol sneered, as if he didn't care too much about his attack falling short, and his stagnant palm stabbed towards Garon's back after turning at an eerie angle.

It's like a whirling dragon's tail, tearing through the air's obstruction and hitting the target.

"Shhh

Garon jumped out of Budol's range and stopped on a large tree branch a few meters away, bringing out a shaking sound.

Whew, it's safe for now.

Garon glanced at the branches that were struggling to maintain the weight of the two of them, and said casually,

"Woman, I can't see that you're quite heavy......"

"What did you say?"

Garon's body shuddered, and when he looked down, he saw a delicate woman with a frosty face, gnashing her teeth and glaring at him.

"No, nothing ......"

After jumping off the ground, Garon put Shiluda down, biting his index finger and looking at Budol not far away.

He is observing, observing the weaknesses of the other side.

Compared to Garon, Budol seemed much simpler, and after some movement, he made sure that his mobility had recovered, and rushed again.

The swift figure condensed into a streamer of light, hitting the position of the two of them.

Garon barely moved, his right hand raised slightly, his five fingers spread, and in an instant he caught a fist.

Budol and Garon fought head-on, and between the fists and palms, a thin layer of air compressed, burning into fiery rings, scorching their skins.

"Don't compete with him, he is a man who drinks the blood of the black dragon, and the strength of his arm is probably much stronger than that of ordinary dragons in the mythological era."

There was a huge force on the fist, forcing Garon to retreat little by little, and at this moment he had no possibility of avoiding it at all, and he struggled.

“...... This kind of thing...... You ...... early Say! ”

With the roar, Garon's whole person seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and after smashing the tree trunk, he dragged out a corridor more than ten meters long on the ground.

"It's a little stronger than the two guys just now, but it's naïve to think that this kind of guy can survive me."

Budol said lightly, and slashed at Shiluda with a knife with five fingers and palms.

In the next second, endless direct-to-head rays of light crisscrossed and combined into a huge network to scatter out, rushing towards Budol.

What is this?!

Budol turned his face sideways, one hand in front of him, the other hand to protect the vital point of his chest and abdomen, but his arms, legs and shoulders were inevitably hit by the beam, and each blow came with the pain of a heavy punch, knocking him back more than ten meters away.

In the mist of sweat and blood, Budol half-crouched on the ground, like a wounded beast glaring at the man who had come out of the dust and smoke with scarlet eyes.

"A man with the blood of the legendary black dragon?"

Garon's face faded with a smile, and the Hunter's indifference was regained.

"There is a value of being slaughtered."

A sinister smile appeared on Budol's face, and his right leg stepped on the ground, leaving a half-meter-wide hole, and the whole person had disappeared.

Garon raised his head, and a black shadow in the silver full moon gradually became clear, as if a black dragon with wings hovered down, stretching out its steel-bladed claws.

The cacophony of grinding was very uncomfortable for Hilda, and from her vantage point, Budor had started a close fight with Garon after falling to the ground.

Every punch seemed to shatter the body, and every leg lift tried to cut the opponent.

The punch was pushed away, and the leg was sideways, and Garon did not take Boudor's attack head-on, but only occasionally landed a glowing quick punch or two in the dodge, leaving a little bit of success.

Although there were a few more fist marks on his face, his shoulders were a little painful, and his mobility slowly decreased. But Budol did not mean to be anxious at all, but was a little ....... Excited?

After the last contact, the two figures swapped places, and Garon returned to Hiluda in a few jumps.

"What's wrong?"

Hiluda asked, she didn't understand combat, she just thought it was good that Garon could play to his speed advantage and increase his stakes a little bit to win.

But why end the battle halfway?

"Because I can't fight anymore." Garon frowned, "He's luring me into a battle to the death, and he's hiding some power, I'll lose my mind if I continue to fight in this state now, and the odds of winning are too low." ”

"Haha, little ghost, you're very interesting."

Budol's body trembled uncontrollably, and he laughed loudly, very happy, as if something very pleasant made him feel very comfortable.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this atmosphere, I don't know if I'm alive or dead in the next second, I don't know what will happen in the next second, thank you for reminding me of these forgotten things."

He stood up straight, and the black aura wrapped around his limbs, chest, abdomen, and back, slowly condensing and turning into cold armor.

"In return, I'll do everything I can to kill you."

"No way, that's ...... God Fighting Clothes? Hiluda clenched her fists and muttered.

"God Fighting Clothes?" Budol said with contempt, "That useless prop only adds to my burden, and what you see now is the armor I forged from the treasures I have collected over the years."

It is something that belongs only to me, a force that only fights for me, and never requires me to fulfill any obligations or give my loyalty.

So your Norse divine powers can't restrain me anymore, doll. ”

Budol's gaze turned to Garon,

"That's it, little ghosts."

Garon shielded Shiluda with one hand, and held it in the air in front of him with the other.

"Really?"

Blazing light gathered in his hand, condensing into a golden sword.

"You really need weapons to slay dragons."