I took refuge in the darkness, I melted into the shadows, I thought I was safe, but the intermittent headaches suddenly hit me, and I was drawn into a whirlpool of pain, struggling to survive in nightmares and dizziness, and I struggled upwards, only to fall downward, deeper and deeper, more and more confused.

It seemed like it was night again, and I woke up to find myself in the middle of a rubble of rubble. I'm not lying down, I'm upright.

I tried, but I didn't have much strength, I had to take care of it for a while.

Does Bartix have insight into my strengths and weaknesses? He looked horrified as he fled, he thought I had slashed the building with a sword.

Cain willing, let this thought linger in his mind, let me keep the name of the strongest, now this matter is not just about vanity, but a war. Otherwise, there is no need for a large army, the Anno Empire only needs to send their elite troops, and the Weeping Village will change hands, and my dreams will be shattered.

In the final analysis, it is me who is too weak, no, the responsibility is not all mine, it is the village that is too weak. All along, I went in the wrong direction, believing in the Bloodline's theory of strange power and chaos, and failing to realize that technology is the strongest national defense. Imagine if I had a dozen Juno's armored convoys with guns that fired Excalibur rounds non-stop, the Epoch Empire would be wiped out by me.

It's a pity I didn't.

The reactor is not necessarily unreproducible, and it is entirely possible to replicate and restore it without additional research capabilities. I don't need to pursue the power of Abel and Constencia, but the supreme power of technology.

A low grunt from close together brought me back to my senses, and I turned my head to see one person, nay, many people, to be exact. I was scared into a cold sweat and my heart almost exploded.

The first person was covered in blood, his eyes were modified to resemble some kind of insect, and his body extended backwards, connecting the body of another person from his spine, one after the other, like a centipede twenty meters long. The people behind him are undoubtedly still alive, but I can't see their heads, and I can't imagine where they are hidden.

This must be Bartix's perverted bad taste, has he seen a certain movie?

The monster used its countless hands to climb the rocks and writhe through the tunnel. He can squeeze through gaps like the Sun King, but he can't turn into blood and survive.

I was flustered, my scalp was numb, and I wanted to shout, "Don't come here!" "But I'm afraid it will have the opposite effect. It's dehuman, or at least mad, will it include me in its torso? I had no interest in the way it ates.

Helsin's right, although the mage is not a blood, he is not a human either, and no human would do such a thing to his compatriots! Their high mana has made them even more cruel to their former kind.

The monster kept crawling, crawling above my head, causing the rocks to fall with a clatter. This monster is not light, and it will not be long before it will cause a new round of landslides, and my escape from the predicament will be even more distant.

Then the monster was distracted by the sound of voices outside, and it burrowed for a moment, not knowing where it went.

The speaker hoarsely said, "Batticus.... Is it here? "This seems to be an old woman, her voice is like a knife sharpener, unusually harsh, and there is a tricky and vicious energy, like those resentful women who have been widowed for decades, and have become sneaky murderers due to mental illness.

One replied, "Commander, he informed us that we would be here. ”

Commander? Is it a scar?

I lowered my breath and looked out through the cracks in the rocks. It was an ugly outrageous woman, no, an outrageous human being.

She was a bald woman, with a very thin and old face, but an extremely strong body. She encircles her head with a ring, her eyes to be exact. The ring was covered with pins and needles, and the slightest mistake would have blinded her.

Her body wasn't much better, she was wearing gym tights, and needles were threaded out of her body, maybe they were decorated, or maybe they grew out of her body. She resembles a hedgehog, and like a medieval witch-hunting instrument turned inside and out, and it is more likely that she survived from those torture instruments.

In addition to these shocks, she also wore a number of other ornaments, such as a necklace made of a human nose around her neck, her earrings were human ears, and a book on her belt. The book looked familiar, was it part of the Elgia fragment?

I don't agree with her aesthetic, but maybe she's already graduated from the Six Gods? After all, for the big late.... The practicality of the equipment is more important.

What the hell am I thinking? At this time, are you still thinking about the stalk? She is the commander of the Epoch Empire's expeditionary force, and when she comes here, she is equivalent to a flying dragon riding face.

I have to get out of here as soon as possible and ask for help from the Black Coffin, which will undoubtedly expose the fact that I am not strong, but it is better than being taken home.

Scar was supposed to be her bodyguard, and each one seemed extremely difficult to deal with, two strong men, one with a cold gaze, the other calm and composed, each holding chains, leashing a few terrifying hounds, exuding an emotion called terror.

I'm familiar with the feeling that this hound is a deformed corpse, a product of the failure of the Stygian Fire.

And those two strong men are also uncomfortable, they are living corpses, and they make no secret of their disgusting fire.

The stronger the fire, the more abominable they become, and judging by my disgust for them, they are at least living corpses of the level of Kolov.

In addition to these living corpses, there are also two blood-like clans with barred teeth, one of whom is about two meters and a half and a half high, turning into a half-human and half-bat, which seems to be difficult to change back to its original form. The Bloodclan beside him had a fierce and fierce face, carrying a bazooka on his left shoulder and a Gatling submachine gun on his right shoulder.

This group of people is a circus that came out of a nightmare.

Scar suddenly changed his tone and said in a loving voice, "Bartix, my little liver baby, are you in any danger?" Why don't you contact me? "The sound was like grabbing a cat's throat and making it scream, and it was disgusting to hear.

The Living Corpse said, "Commander, you spoil him too much. This time, he did not report in advance, and the strong enemy who came to provoke the black coffin is likely to put us in the predicament of being caught between the front and back. ”

Living Corpse B said: "This is reasonable, but he is the son of the emperor, and we have no right to interfere." ”

The Ganger Blood Clan said: "It is precisely because of his noble status that there can be no mistakes. ”

The Arsenal Bloodclan said, "Look at the situation here, there is a big battle, and this building has recently collapsed. IMHO, Bartix does not possess such destructive power. ”

The other three attendants said at the same time: "Black Coffin Sword Saint? ”

The Arsenal Blood Clan nodded, "This is the only possibility." ”

The living corpse B said, "Commander, if this is the case, Battiques will be more than lucky. ”

Scar said, "No, no, Battix is very clever, Battix's life magic is very strong, even if all the bones in his body are crushed, he can still live." All we have to do is dig him out of the ground. Oh, my little prince, you have always rejected me, but tonight, I will give myself to you, and you will pour your vitality into me completely. ”

I vomited silently, a gesture beyond my comprehension and made me feel more sympathetic to Bartix. Battix, you're a cruel and hateful bastard, run away from this nymphomaniac female monster.

These henchmen were undoubtedly very competent, and the scarred declaration did not stir up fear and revulsion on their faces, which was not easy, and I always thought that I had reached the highest level of whiskering, but it was clear that I was still far from it.

The Living Corpse asked, "But the Black Coffin Sword Saint may still be here." ”

Scar's head turned and said, "Ah, Batticus' pet." ”

A spike sticks out of her chest, and with a thud, it pierces the ground, and a loud roar erupts, and the huge monster of twenty meters bursts through the ground, opening its mouth to bite the scar. Scar smirked, spikes detached, and a volley of gunfire turned the centipede into pulp in an instant.

Her destructive power was much stronger than that of Christina and Tiphon, and my heart was beating faster, and I was even more anxious to flee for my life, but I still couldn't muster my strength.

The four attendants said in unison: "The magic of the commander is really eye-opening. ”

Scar's finger pointed at me, and I was hit by a spike, and I screamed, and the spike dragged me in front of her.

The Arsenal Bloods said, "He's not Bartix. ”

The Ganger Bloods said, "A survivor of Bartix's pet?" ”

I've got black mud all over my face, and they may not recognize me, but am I going to die here as some nameless NPC? That's too embarrassing.

Scar smiled: "No, no, there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get it, he is Longinus, the strongest of the Black Coffin." ”

I can't hide it, then there is no way, I can only nod and admit that I can't lose this breath if I lose my head.

I smiled and said, "It's me." ”

Scar asked; "Ah, handsome black coffin hero, your current situation is not good, what caused it?"

I said, "I'm used to walking around the map with blood, it's more fun to do that, you know what I mean?" ”

Scar asked, "Do whatever you want, travel the world, you are indeed a very romantic person." Now, though, you're really dangerous, and I don't believe any strong man like you would have my needles prick just an inch from your heart. You're at the end of your crossbow, aren't you? ”

This question is a proposition, it's hard to answer, I have to think about it.

I said, "I'll cut off your head before you stab me in the heart." ”

Scar laughed, "Really? It's ..... I can't help but want to try it. ”

I'm out of it! Dead! Can this old woman see that I'm more handsome and kill me first?

There was a rush in her eyes, just as she had done when she destroyed Bartix's pet, she had seen killing as a game, and now she wanted to start it again.

Her fingers twitched slightly, and then her head was plucked, and the blood of the powerful demon daughter rose into the air like a fountain.

Her spikes retracted into her fingers, which I thought were some kind of circus acrobatics she performed, until she threw herself into the rubble.

The four henchmen let out angry roars and exclamations, and the Ganger Bloodclan immediately took off into the air, turning into a cloud of mist, and disappeared in an instant.

The other three and the hounds were not so lucky, and in the next second, they were killed by some kind of unseeable speed.