Melinda's face changed drastically, and the rapid-fire revolver cannon in her right arm shot a series of light speeds, and the compressed source force bullets forced back the next wave of enemy attacks, and hurriedly said to Horog: "This traitor actually has such a top-notch ability? Isn't that invincible? Otherwise...... We're going to retreat, report the situation here, and get more people up there......"

Horog sneered, his shoulders were still festering under the erosion of golden light, and the strange thing was that not a single drop of blood came out, as if it had turned into nourishment for golden light. However, even with such an injury on his body, Khorrog's face still showed a confident expression.

"No, gather strength and prepare for a counterattack. ”

Melinda frowned, and then figured out the crux of this.

"Oh, I see, if he really has full control of such power, why should he fight us? With the ability to stand still in time, and the siege of these special warriors, we have no power to resist. He has only now used this killer blow, and if he wants to kill me alone, it means that he is in a hurry! He has no other way but to do this risky move! If he doesn't kill me now, I'm afraid he will pay a big price. ”

If he did not look at the pale face when he said this, he was a wise man with a smile on his face and a convincing pride in his confidence.

In fact, only he knows that there are many truths and falsehoods in this paragraph, most of them are his own speculations and false words, where is the slightest basis? Even if the other party has huge restrictions and costs for using such an ability, if he launches it again, he can still take his own life.

It's just the cardinal's mission...... Those people are not the top of the Inquisition, and they can use "mission failure" as an excuse to apply for support.

Push back the clock to a day ago.

"Hello, my name doesn't matter, but everyone calls me Bone Eater. ”

Horog sat in the corner of a gloomy tavern, smelling the strong smell of alcohol and inferior perfumes in the air, and his ears were filled with vulgar invective and flirtation, and he grew up in a family full of disgust at such an environment.

However, now that he looked at the ordinary middle-aged man sitting in front of him, he had already ignored all kinds of sensory discomfort and showed an interested expression.

In Beiwang City, where the war is urgent, such an ordinary-dressed man is easy to attract attention no matter where he is, but the bone eater likes to dress like this, and can perfectly hide himself in the sea of people, which has to be said to be a surprising skill.

"Your name is really like thunder, I don't know what to do with this idler who came to me?"

"Hehe, Horog, one of the three divisions of the Void, is not an idler. The Bone Eater chuckled, "Time is limited, I'll cut it short. There's a task you need to complete, and I hope you can't refuse. ”

"A direct order from the headquarters of the courthouse? I'm afraid this is not in accordance with the procedure. The branch of Hanjiang City is part of Beiwang City, so you need to ...... with Lord Hagrid."

"I've said there's not much time, please don't make such pointless temptations. The Bone Eater interrupted Khorrog rudely, "Are you willing to be at the mercy of a bad old man in the prime of your life? ”

A hint of an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Khorrog's mouth, and he was not dissatisfied with the rudeness of the obscene bone eater. When joy comes, people tend to overlook the less pleasant details.

The executioner of the Beiwangcheng Branch, Hayweden, is one hundred and seventy-two years old this year, but as an eighth-order sage, although he looks old, no one knows how long he can live, or when he will be willing to let go of the power in his hands and become a retired old man with peace of mind.

Hewitten and the current director of the Inquisition were recruited in the same period, and now there are only two of them left in the same period, similar to the relationship between the Bone Eater and von Lantlin.

While one of them became the head of the Inquisition and successfully entered the inner echelons of the Holy See, the other was rightfully sent to the North, but Hewitton was not as miserable as the Bone Eater. Unable to hide his ambitions, he seized power in the Northlands while being marginalized, and in order to appease the Sage, the director of the Inquisition was happy to do so.

The difference is that the one in Apocalypse City is now living like a wanderer, going to the Golden Grotto every night to spend a lot of money, spending all his time drinking, and delegating most of the power to his subordinates. After all, his reputation and strength are the best guarantee, and no one dares to design an overhead with a Sage, at least no one in the Inquisition has such an ability now.

And Hewitten is like a greedy and stingy old dragon, lying on the treasury of power and counting his treasures, and the mediocre and tyrannical Weihu his own territory, which no subordinate who wants to make a difference wants to see.

"I want to hear about it. This is Khorog's answer.

Back at Zoro's secret base, when the worm lurking in the northern snow and ready to knock on the bone and suck the marrow at any time found him, Horog thought that he had seized an opportunity to directly bypass the headquarters of Apocalypse City and get in touch with the boss of the pivotal opportunity. Now it seems that this may be a fire pit for oneself to be buried.

The probability of completing the task by himself was too low, and when he saw Melinda wanting to retreat, he hid his panic in the bottom of his heart. No matter how much Melinda believed this statement under her own inducement, at least she was still steady.