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Beyond the ruins.

Ammons looked at her body in disbelief, intact, even the wounds were completely gone.

"Why? Will I survive? ”

Nightmare?

But why here?

If it's not that your memory is wrong, then why did you end up in this place?

It was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

However, Ammons would never believe that nothing had happened.

Once again, she carefully examined every inch of her body, but the result was the same, just as she had gotten before:

Nothing noteworthy.

"Excuse me? Just hallucinations? ”

She frowned, looked at her surroundings, and thought about the real question.

"What am I here for?"

She began to search her mind for relevant memories.

"That's right! Ferro Mercenary Regiment! Her face suddenly became gloomy, "Those guys killed my relatives, and I want to take revenge on them!" Even if it is to ask the devil for power! ”

Everything flashed back in her mind:

In order to take revenge on the Ferro mercenary group, she followed the other party to this place, and then, they found out, and the three people kept chasing her, and as a result, she was lured to the depths of the forest, and those riotous monsters launched an attack on them.

"Die! Die! All die! She gritted her teeth and shouted with resentment.

But why, is there some pain in the heart?

She shook her head, put aside this "ridiculous" idea, and picked up the two daggers that had fallen on the ground, and the blood stains on them made her once again firm in her hatred for the Ferro mercenary group.

The next moment, she turned and looked at the ruins behind her.

"Those people are very attached to this ruin!" Ammons remembered some of the messages she had "overheard," "and some of them were dangerous. ”

This information made her more and more vigilant.

She remembered that there seemed to be a dragon-like magical beast in it, and her silver-white body was deeply memorable.

"Just be careful." Ammons once again strengthened her convictions, "Take the treasure with you, and you can't leave it to them." ”

“....... Take....... Take away, no, ruin! ”

She had no idea what kind of close relationship she was supposed to have with the object of her "hatred".

She also didn't know what kind of thing was left in her body in her "dream" when the long whip passed through her chest.

........

She lifted her feet and began to make her way towards the ruins.

Ammons stroked her lower abdomen, and she clearly remembered a "fact" that "again" came to her mind.

On that rainy night, crying and screaming, I broke into the nearby forest.

Then, I got the bottle with the devil in it.

"In exchange, I freed her and gained her demonic powers."

Ammons stretched out her hand, and in an instant, the palm of her hand changed:

On her palm, a long bone spur protruded from the palm, and then, quickly, rippled, began to stretch.

Twist, stretch, change.

In less than ten seconds, her original slender white right hand had turned into a giant scorpion-like pincer, and the miserable white scorpion pincers that were burning with flames were so kind in her eyes.

In her "memory", this devilish change has been with her for more than ten years.

She blinked, and just now, she actually had a jerky feeling.

It's like...... This is the first time such a thing has been done.

"How is that possible? Is it really an inhalation of psychedelic breath? ”

She immediately thought of the most likely "answer".

Just kidding, I've changed back and forth more than a thousand times, and I've been with me for more than ten years, okay?

I have become inseparable from it.

"After all, some things will always change subtly like that."

She muttered, "Whether it's strength, or happiness." ”

She also "recalled" how she rejected this look at the beginning.

However, now she is obviously unable to leave this power that makes her addicted, after all, with her qualifications.

"At most" can only reach the strength of the median professional.

Now, she is able to rely on this to generate the aura of the high-ranking professionals and torture and kill those high-ranking professionals.

Even if she was given a chance to transform back into her original human identity without anyone noticing, she would hesitate and then silently choose to refuse.

According to her idea, at least kill all the people of the Ferro mercenary group, this is her bottom line.

After all, what those people did at the beginning had caused her too much pain, and she had lost everything.

Why did that happen to me.

As for whether she will give up her power after satisfying her desire for revenge, that's another story.

She didn't notice that the moment she walked into the ruins, a figure emerged from the air on top of a huge tree not far away.

"A creature that already has power will always indulge in such intense pleasure that it will deprive an being of power far beyond what she can get....... The feeling of losing strength is far more painful than dying, right? ”

"A good quality chess piece, although the heart of the fire dragon is only to provide energy, but this high adaptability is somewhat unexpected to me? This degree of integration can almost catch up with the original batch of Atyfi. The genes of the white bone giant scorpion are not very good~Well~ Forget it, it doesn't matter~ I have to talk to Diana's little girl~Hmph~"

The figure disappeared in an instant.

........

Ammons walked into the ruins, and though she had brought nothing with her, she walked in, but .......

The exploration of the ruins still requires some basic planning and preparation - she doesn't need the simplest tools and the like, and the more complicated ones can also scavenge materials from the surroundings and make them.

Either way, that's another story.

At least, she didn't need to worry about it until the first part of the road, the few necessary places.

And the materials are everywhere, and they only need to be collected a little.

As for now, what does she need to do?

Ammons's gaze immediately fell on the wall of the first layer of the ruins—

There are some words engraved on it.

The era is somewhat of a long history of ancient writing.

Although she couldn't make out such words at all, she didn't need to do these recognizable things.

Because, the meaning of these words has already been translated by the enemy for her.

And she also wrote down a lot.

Although it was impossible for her to learn the original text through translation.

But it was enough for her to unravel all the mechanisms on the first floor of the ruins.

And this, in itself, is not very difficult for her as an assassin.

"First of all, this!"

Ammons gently moved away from a very inconspicuous pile of rubble, then pressed down on a small depression, based on information she had spied on from the "enemy".

The first step is to do this.

"Next, the trap should be triggered."

The first thing she did was to trigger the trap.

The existence of this trap that has already been triggered depends on whether or not her plan for the next move needs to be changed.

And her movements, naturally, were exchanged for an unusually intuitive response from the ruins-

Fragments of stone on the ground slowly floated up and began to gather into a faint shape in front of her.

"Is it still there?"

Ammonse tensed her nerves at once, and as she moved, her other arm, also from her elbow to her palm, turned into a giant white bony pincer.

A flame wound around her giant pincers with an inexplicable beauty.

Feeling the changes in her body and skills, the corners of Emmons's mouth curled slightly, and then, in an instant, she pounced-

Call!

Across a perfect semicircle, Ammons swung out her scorpion pincers.