Rengar has never been against killing.

In fact, in the first few years of his hunting career, he loved to kill.

It's just that after killing too many people, he has no interest in humans who are too weak.

He only likes to collect valuable skulls.

But that didn't stop him from getting back to his old job.

For those who are densely packed through the black flame, wearing black armor, quick movements, and sharp weapons, they can barely be regarded as qualified.

Rengar jumped unceremoniously, harvesting their heads one by one.

He sinked his claw over his head and killed him with a single blow.

It's as easy as picking up something.

And those black-armored assassins who were constantly hunted and killed didn't seem to be aware of this situation, even if sometimes their comrades died next to them, they turned a blind eye to the knife and continued to charge at the man who was still roaring sharply with a big sword.

Is there no light around you that you can't see? Or are they really carrying out orders wholeheartedly without any other distractions?

Rengar would rather be the latter, because that would give them a bonus, terrible absolute execution.

Tenacity, bravery, fearlessness.

Or some other commendable quality that would have raised Rengar's interest in this boring hunt.

But there is also a downside, which will sweep away the excitement of Rengar a little.

Because those guys were rushing too fast, he had to speed up, and those who rushed too fast would probably be able to give Galen a knife to the guy first.

Only then can you reflexively continue to hunt down those successors who do not want to die.

"What's that?" Svein was not slow to react, and he had already spotted him when the second man was slaughtered in Rengar.

But Rengar's speed, both in terms of slaughter speed and movement speed, was so fast that he had no time to stop it, and could only watch as his men died.

"Your Excellency. It seems to be the kind of monster in Freljord's legend. Beside Svein, a guy with strange glasses looked into the darkness and said.

He could see the absolute darkness clearly, as if by relying on his glasses.

"Do you want to ...... or not"

"Leave him alone." Svein shook his head, he didn't have any intention of attacking the jumping monster, he just stretched out his hand, "We have only one purpose. Take off Galen's head. ”

The moment his words fell, the ordinary crow on his shoulder suddenly screamed and rushed into absolute darkness.

Towards......

Rengarh.

Once again, Reingar pierced through the head of a member of the Black-Armored Death Squad, and he glanced behind him, where the man who had been pierced by ten thousand arrows was still yelling.

He had no intention of leaving.

This was fearless, and Rengar couldn't help but think about Galen's head in his pantry again.

But he's also irritated, because if Galen doesn't leave, he'll be here all the time playing a boring game of hunting.

That's so pointless.

He needs a real thrilling challenge, not chopping melons and vegetables here.

So he took off another head. While yelling in the direction of Galen, "Damn, aren't you going to go, waiting for death?" ”

Galen didn't seem to hear at all, he was still in the same place, inspiring more people to rush out of the fire.

But his soldiers couldn't stand it anymore, they couldn't bear to let their great commander die in this inexplicable fire.

"General, let's go, you need a quick treatment." A soldier who was encouraged by Galen to get up again rushed to Galen's side. He pleaded, holding back the flames that were still burning on his back.

"I'm fine." Galen shook his head. He held the dreadnought greatsword, and the muscles of his body tensed, as if he wanted to twist those pitch-black arrows alive with terrible muscle force.

But those arrows were also terrifying, they completely resisted Galen's strength, and they emitted a pitch-black light in circles, infecting Galen's exposed muscles and skin. Inch by inch, it was like pollution, and together with the black flames that were also eroding, they destroyed Galen's body.

"Damn it." Rengar scolded again, his perception was so powerful, he naturally heard and sensed Galen's bad condition.

He wanted to jump. One carried Galen off the battlefield.

But just as he was about to do so, a dignified killing intent surged towards his vest from the boundless darkness.

This killing intent made Rengar frown slightly.

Not afraid.

He Rengar had never been afraid of anyone, even the ghost guy who had controlled him until now and had not shown up, he was not afraid at all.

He just wants to kill him.

He was just annoyed that someone dared to sneak attack him.

He hates it when people sneak up on him.

It's just ......

Overestimate one's strength or oneself!!!

"Roar—" Rengar let out a low growl, reflexively clawing to meet the little killing intent.

"Quack—" The next moment, only a terrible cry was heard.

That little bit of killing intent only touched a little sharpness between Rengar's fingers and claws, and he was frightened and fled.

"Ants." Rengar sneered at the little killing intent that fled from the desert.

It's a crow.

An unremarkable crow.

The raven was now back on his master's shoulder.

His master was now eyeing up to Rengar.

In absolute darkness.

No one spoke.

Svein just stroked the frightened crow on his shoulder with one hand, still expressionless.

And Rengar, he looked silently at the lame man who raised crows, and a smile of absolute cruelty tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He slashed his paw into the roar.

Absolutely provocative gestures.

But he didn't shoot anymore, just let the black-armored assassins rush past him.

Because he had just received new news again.

Drive Galen away.

With those endless stream of soldiers.

This method of driving away by force rather than killing immediately reminded Rengar of a hunting technique he had taught him when he was learning from the teacher he had killed by his own hands.

Stimulate the wildness and instinct of the prey with repellent, so as to increase the fun of the whole hunt.

Is......

It's so interesting.

"Tonight, hunt for !!" He couldn't help but growl, almost trembling all over, and disappeared into absolute darkness.

He really wanted to, couldn't wait to get the guy behind the scenes off his head, skin him inch by inch, and put it in his superlative storage room No. 1.

Because, really......

It's so much fun. (To be continued......)

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